The sound of screams, fights, neighing horses, and the sonorous sound of weapon strikes rang out in a ball.

Dennis blended into the crowd in her cloak, and after the city was broken, she trotted with the crowd through the blood-stained and corpse-strewn streets to the city's ornate and elaborate circular building, the Kislev School of Magic. There it was her nightmare, she had wanted to escape from that place countless times, and now, she was determined to go back, yes, she had to go back, there was no choice! The battle was already on, and she smelled the smell of the undead's rotting corpses, and the giant monsters that swept through the sky proved that Caterina had gone mad to release the undead legions. Now, it's time for the final fight to the death.

Away from the crowd, Dennis runs alone through the chaotic neighborhood, navigating alleyways and gardens along the way. She knew everything here too well, seven, seven whole years, she spent here. The civilians panicked, some made way for her, while others, panicked, ignoring the thin-looking little girl.

Dennis had to dodge as much as she could, she didn't want to hurt the civilians. While the nobles are fighting to the death for profit, these commoners are fighting for the right to live. A man ran away in panic and knocked her down, while she just got up and didn't care.

She ran and jumped nimbly, always hiding that battle wand in her dark blue clothes, just in case. Finally, she walked through the alley and came to the Avenue of Ibrich. Here, again, is a street battleground. Soldiers from the north poured to the end of the street, and on the other side of the street were dozens of desperate Kislev guards. The two teams roared and attacked each other. Dennis tried to take advantage of the chaos, but she jumped out of the alley, but fell into the arms of a soldier with a thud.

The soldier's iron armor pressed against her head, and Dennis felt only a pain in her skull, and when she looked up again, she saw a dwarven face with a thick beard. He is not a soldier...... At least at the rank of officer...... Well, it's the officers, and, moreover, they've seen ......

"Dennis?" shouted Bogur, the dwarven butcher, "Damn, why are you here?

Bogur pulled Dennis up, and the little girl was even taller than him when she stood up......

Dennis just wanted to answer, but he had an idea, and said confidently-

"He changed his mind, Rhodes said, the siege of Kislev was the most important battle in the whole war, I knew it well, and it had magic protection, so he decided to let me participate in this battle before the battle, but the soldiers who had protected me before the battle were all dead, and some of them were separated from me. ”

Dennis replied quite naturally. For a moment, the dwarf almost believed her. But then Bogur's head turned.

"You're trying to lie to me again!"

He stared at Dennis with a pair of small eyes, and two words were written in his eyes - disbelief.

"How dare I lie to you?"

Dennis quibbled.

"Your father holds you in the palm of his hand like a treasure, how could he let you go to war?! Even if the legion loses, he won't let you take the risk. You better go back with me, and I'll have a team of people send you back. It's safe in the camp. ”

Bogur said, taking Dennis' hand to pull her back.

"Wait, wait. Dennis had no choice but to change his strategy on the fly.

"Okay, okay, I'll admit it, I smuggled it out on my own. But I really have something important to do, do you see the tower? There's my students in there, and there's a bunch of battle witches who follow me, waiting for my instructions. The undead are out, I must go back and lead them!" 877 Good Books Network

Dennis explained earnestly.

"That's none of my business, I have to send you back, Rhodes will be angry ......with me if he doesn't take you back to camp if he knows I met you"

Bogur muttered, continuing to pull Dennis back.

"So you're afraid of my father?"

Dennis was in a hurry and taunted the butcher.

I saw that the dwarf's face changed instantly, "I'm afraid of him, Bogur has never been afraid of anyone in his life!"

The butcher said, clenching his fist in one hand and his tomahawk in the other, standing up straight. The face is iron-blue.

"Then you escort me over, there are many crises ahead, I am afraid that I will not be able to cope with it, you escort me over, there, is the most dangerous place in the whole battle, and the most powerful undead come out from there. ”

Dennis stared at Bogur and said seriously.

After only a few seconds of hesitation, Bogur patted his chest and assured the little girl that he would escort her to her destination. Of course, he himself is not so reliable.

......

Running through the chaotic streets and city, Bogur and Dennis ran wildly, and several fallen soldiers rose to their feet under the chant of the necromancer, standing in the way of the witch and the butcher.

Dennis took the lead in launching a spell attack, and after a brief spell, the spears and iron swords on the ground floated into the air, as if they were held by a pair of invisible hands, and the blood-stained iron swords and spears immediately stabbed towards several resurrectants.

The iron sword pierced the chest of one of the undead soldiers, and the spear stabbed through the front head of the other undead warrior, passing through the entire head, the tip of the spear piercing through the back of the head, and the second time he was killed, black blood pouring out of the dead soldiers' bodies.

Bogur picked up his axe and slashed at the necromancer. The necromancer didn't have time to cast a spell, so he made a desperate bet and concentrated his power on the staff, using the skull staff to block the dwarven attack.

But the Butcher's power was too strong, and after the first blow was blocked, Bogur flipped the tomahawk and slashed with another axe. This time, the necromancer could no longer resist, his staff broke in the air, but the dwarven battle axe did not stop slashing, and in an instant, the blade of the axe sliced through the flesh and sternum of the necromancer, cutting the skinny wizard to the ground.

Stepping on the cold corpse, Bogur pulled out his battle axe and shouted at the Frost Witch behind him—

"Keep up! We're running out of time. ”

Outside the city, thousands of northern soldiers were still pouring into the city, and inside the city, the Queen's last corps continued to retreat, and the commander-in-chief of the shooting corps gathered all the remaining soldiers on the Tsar's Boulevard, and the soldiers pulled up the fences, moved everything that could be used as a barricade, and guarded the streets. Street fighting, so that the battle into the white-hot ......