"You guys did a great job. Goodwin said to the crowd in a deep voice, "Although there are only a few hundred people, under the attack of so many undead, we have not taken a step back. Today's war is enough to prove that you are all the best soldiers!"

As he spoke, he waved his sword and pointed behind him, "Now, the enemy is about to attack the city, and I know that you are all afraid, because we are likely to die here." But..."

Goodwin pointed his sword forward, "Behind you are the wounded and the medals, and we are the only ones who can protect them. You say, 'Can we retreat and let them be slaughtered by the undead?'

"No!" shouted all the soldiers together.

"Fight to the death, fight to the last moment!" shouted Goodwin with his sword raised.

"Fight, fight, never retreat!" the soldiers shouted together, and the low morale rose again.

Worthy of being the most heroic of the five strong swordsmen, Goodwin's encouragement led the soldiers to burst out with a strong will to fight. These former second-rate soldiers all have the determination to fight the enemy to the death at this time.

Although at the end of the day, maybe no one will survive. But as Goodwin said, at least they fought and did their duty.

If the undead want to kill the wounded, they must step over the corpses of all people!

The next quarter of an hour, like a year, was as long as a year. Finally, with a loud bang at the end, the gates of Ferredon were finally breached.

The thick gate collapsed with a loud bang and slammed into the ground, and a large cloud of dust rose up, obscuring everyone's view.

The soldiers clenched their weapons and let out a stubborn cry, ready to fight the enemy to the death. After a few moments, a huge arm suddenly stretched out from the dust, sweeping away the soldiers in the front row.

Follow. The ghoul's massive body emerged from the dust and rushed towards the crowd. At its feet, a large horde of zombies also poured in.

"Fight, defend Fereden!" Goodwin shouted, leading his men to meet him.

The two sides immediately fought together, and the defenders broke out with high morale and bravely met the zombie horde. Ghouls rampaged through the crowd, and the enemy forces behind poured in through the doorway.

As the strongest combat force, Goodwin took the lead, wielding a heavy sword to slash and slash in the enemy group, no zombie could stop his sword, and soon a large number of mutilated corpses were lying around Goodwin.

Inspired by him, the defenders also fought hard. Hundreds of men firmly blocked the city gates, fighting the influx of undead troops, and dozens of soldiers attacked desperately. Even that ghoul was put down.

Aishta is at the rear of the battlefield, and with her precision archery, she shoots her enemies with great skill. When she sees danger in the defenders' defenses, she fires a magic arrow to break the siege, and although she is the only archer currently attacking, she plays a huge role.

The fighting between the two sides was fierce, and there were more and more corpses on the ground. The defenders were completely red-eyed by this time, although some of their companions continued to fall beside them. But no one had the intention of escaping.

Every time a zombie is knocked down, the soldier will shout "Kill!". The shouts of many people converged into an earth-shattering shout of killing, which made people's blood run and completely overwhelmed the silent undead.

At one point, the defenders even forced the undead army back.

At this time, several more ghouls rushed into the city, taking advantage of their physical strength. They swept many of the defenders away, and the defenders' position was immediately thrown into disarray.

Goodwin immediately rushed at the ghouls, and although he hadn't been attacked by the undead until now, the old wound on his chest was quite severe, and a large blood stain soaked his clothes.

But after all, it is one of the top five. Goodwin's combat power is still beyond the reach of the undead. I only heard him shout, and the fighting energy in his body gushed out, and the heavy sword immediately emitted a strong green glow. He first severed the legs of a ghoul with a single sword, then turned around and cut off his head as it fell.

Goodwin then took out the other two ghouls, and the pressure on the defenders eased immediately.

It was only more than ten minutes before the city gate was breached, but a third of the defenders had already been killed, and the rest were all wounded, which shows the fierceness of the battle.

However, the remaining soldiers were still in high spirits, firmly barricaded in front of the city gates, and the undead could not move forward.

Just as Goodwin was about to reorganize the soldiers, a strange change struck!

Goodwin had just killed a few zombies when suddenly a cold wind blew from behind, and a strong aura of terror followed. Goodwin is no stranger to this kind of aura, among the undead, except for the bone dragon, there is only one thing with such a sense of oppression.

Without any hesitation, Goodwin instantly turned around and put the sword in front of him, and at the same time, he heard a loud bang, and Goodwin immediately slid backwards a distance of several meters.

Sure enough, a knight in black armor and holding a long saber sat on horseback and looked at Goodwin coldly.

Necro Knight!

This terrifying creature second only to the bone dragon among the undead has finally entered the war.

In addition to attacking Goodwin, the other two Necro Knights also burst through the gates, slashing into the crowd and slashing the defenders.

The horror they bring is far from comparable to that of ghouls, and the defenders, no matter how tenacious they are, cannot stop such a terrifying creature, and with the arrival of the Necro Knight, the defenders finally collapse completely.

Necromantic knights are also very rare in the army of the undead. The last time Goodwin and Holder attacked the Necromancer, there were only a few defenders on the other side. This time, three of them were dispatched at a time, which shows their determination to capture the city of Ferredon.

Zhilu Dao had met a real opponent, and Goodwin could no longer care about the soldiers who were being pursued, so he shook the heavy sword in his hand fiercely: "Damn the evil spirit, come on!"

The Necromantic Knight also seemed to know that the other party was not to be messed with, so it silently glanced at Goodwin, rode back two steps, and followed the black undead horse to stand up and accelerate towards Goodwin.

Goodwin crouched down on his knees, calmly observing the Necro Knight's approach, just as the two sides staggered by. He raised his sword violently.

There was another loud bang, and the Necro Knight swept by. As Goodwin blocked it, he dragged the blade and hung it the Necroknight's side.

The Necro Knight pulled the truce horse, and it looked down at its waist, where there was a long gaff. However, it did not penetrate the armor.

Goodwin couldn't help but exhale, it was too shallow, if in the past, this sword would definitely be able to cut the Necromantic Knight's body open, but now this injury...

There was a sharp pain in the wound, and Goodwin couldn't help but reach out from the hem of his shirt and touch his chest, and when he took it out again, his palm was covered with blood. What's even more terrifying is that there is a faint black in the blood.

Failing to kill his opponent twice, the ghost fire in the Necroknight's eyes jumped quickly. It turned its horse and unfurled its long knife, then charged at Goodwin for the third time.

As the two sides approached, a magic arrow suddenly flew in and hit the back of the Necro Knight. There was a bang, and a flame enveloped it.

Suddenly, the powerful explosion caused the Necro Knight's horse to turn sideways, and the Necro Knight hurriedly leaned back to stabilize his mount. At this moment, the afterglow in its eyes suddenly flashed a cyan color.

The heavy sword slashes through the chest of the Necro Knight. The scorching blade melted its armor and sliced through its body through its abdomen on the other side. The Necro Knight's body is broken in two. A large amount of black gas erupted from its body, and it was already dead.

In the distance, Aishta withdrew her string-pulling hand, followed by a wave of dizziness in front of her eyes, and the elf hurriedly used her longbow to hold herself down. The magic arrow just now had exhausted the last bit of her strength.

The other two Necromantic Knights immediately noticed Aishta. One of them immediately urged his horse to rush towards her.

The Necro Knight was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had rushed in front of Ahita. Aishta was exhausted, and she didn't even have the strength to draw her bow and fight back against the oncoming Necro Knight.

The Necro Knight swung his sword, and Aishta could barely hold the longbow in front of him. The longbow she wields is a masterpiece of the elves. Well-made and very sturdy, the Necro Knight's sword slashed at the blade of the bow, and he was about to cut the longbow in two, but the knife was blocked, and Aishta avoided being killed, only to be knocked out by the momentum.

She fell to the ground, but she didn't even have the strength to get up. The Necro Knight rode his horse in a circle, then charged towards Ehita again.

At the same time, another Necro Knight also rushed towards Goodwin.

Seeing that Eishta's life was in danger, Goodwin was furious. Gritting his teeth, he ignored the Necromantic Knight rushing behind him, and instead rushed straight towards Aishta.

Seeing that Goodwin turned his back on him, the necromantic knight immediately rode his horse after him, and the man's legs naturally couldn't outrun the horse, and soon it chased after Goodwin, and the long knife in his hand was raised high.

The sound of horses' hooves behind him was getting closer and closer, and the terrifying aura peculiar to the Necromantic Knight almost drowned Goodwin. However, Goodwin had no intention of turning back to parry, but kept running.

Having arrived at the best place to attack, the Necro Knight did not hesitate to swing the long knife in his hand. The blade slashed through the air like lightning, and with a dash of horsepower, the blade was powerful enough to split Goodwin in two.

At the last moment, Goodwin suddenly turned around and slashed his sword in front of him. Turning in a hurry during a quick run, his footsteps floated, and then the Necromantic Knight's sword slashed at his blade, sending Goodwin flying out of the air with a massive impact.

By this time, the necromantic knights on the other side had rushed to Aishta's side, and the long knives were slashing at the spirits who had no power to resist.

Just as the long knife was about to slash Aishta, a figure suddenly rushed between the two. The long knife struck the figure, and blood splattered away. But because of this, Ehita once again brushed shoulders with death.

"Uhhh

It was he who had just saved Aishta, and with the force of being knocked away, Goodwin rushed into the necromantic knight's knife and blocked it for Ehita.

However, the Necromantic Knight's blow was no joke, the unprotected Goodwin was almost slashed through the back, and a long wound ran through his entire back, and the power of the necromancy invaded the wound, and the muscles that had been turned black were already black.

The Necromantic Knight didn't expect that his mortal blow would be blocked, and while it was stunned, Goodwin rose up with the most powerful force, raised his body and stabbed his sword through the horse's head, reaching the handle, and stabbed the necromantic knight in the abdomen with the last heavy sword.

"Drink, ahhhhh Goodwin completely used the fighting energy in his body as if he were desperate, and the heavy sword once again emitted a green glow, but it had dimmed a lot.

Then, Goodwin's arm was raised, and the heavy sword slashed from the necromantic knight's abdomen, slicing half of his body open.

A large stream of black gas erupted from the Necro Knight's body. And this blow also drained Goodwin's last strength. He spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and the wound on his back was bleeding profusely, staining his entire back.

By this time, the only remaining necromancer had rushed towards him. Looking at Ehita on the ground, Goodwin, who was almost about to fall, had the strength to get out of nowhere, and he thrust his sword into the ground, and he stood up.

"Hehe, do you want to kill her? ”

However, when these few words are spoken. Goodwin's mouth was dripping with blood, and the blood gushing from the wound on his back was dripping from his body, pooling on the ground. Due to the massive loss of blood, Goodwin's face turned pale and gray, and he was extremely devastated and devastated that he could still stand now, and where did he have the strength to stop the last necromantic knight?

Due to the previous two necromantic knights, the defenders were completely crushed. Then the undead troops poured in through the city gates, and seven or eight ghouls ran through the crowd. Feredden's soldiers were completely powerless to resist and had turned into a one-sided slaughter by the undead.

The city of Ferredon has been completely lost, the screams of the soldiers are endless, and the undead are wantonly harvesting these fresh lives, like a crazy feast.

In this hellish situation, Goodwin, who was on the verge of death, calmly watched as the Necro Knight approached. Although barely standing. But he no longer had any hope of winning.

Turning his head to look at Ahita on the ground, Goodwin sighed slowly, "I'm sorry, I still couldn't protect you..."

The Necro Knight quickly rushed closer, but it didn't raise its long knife, was it going to kill Goodwin with his horse?

Just as the Necro Knight was about to crash into Goodwin. Suddenly, a figure sprang out from behind the Necro Knight, lightning into Goodwin's front and slammed into his arms.

"Hmm!" Goodwin's eyes widened.

Looking down slowly, Goodwin noticed that he had a dagger stuck in his chest, and the wound was located exactly opposite the last time. Then, he looked up.

Cyruth's evil face appeared in front of Goodwin. Looking at Goodwin's surprised expression, he grinned, "Old man, we meet again!"

The undead troops who attacked the city of Feredon turned out to be led by him. It seems that Cyrus still can't forget the last time he didn't kill Goodwin, and he can't help but take matters into his own hands.

"It seems that you are alive and well, I really want to know how big your life is?"

As he spoke, Cyrus spun the dagger in his hand little by little, the blade of the dagger swirling inside Goodwin's body, and the expanding wound spurted out columns of blood. Blood kept spurting on Cyrus's body, but he didn't care at all, and his eyes showed a bloodthirsty madness.

One of the strongest swordsmen, but now slaughtered like a punching bag, Goodwin's face twisted, his teeth clenched, and his eyes cracked with intense humiliation and excruciating pain.

"How's it going, isn't it painful? Is it painful?

Wantonly hurting Goodwin's body, Cyruth let out a barrage of frantic screams. Goodwin, on the other hand, endured as much as he could, not saying a word, and responded to Cyrus with silence.

"Do you know how painful it is for me to be robbed of half of my body by you?" Cyrus was still venting his anger frantically: "Now this pain, I want to repay you tenfold, a hundred times!"

"Even if you die, I will imprison your soul and make your body the lowest zombie, so that you will never be able to be freed, hahaha

Last time, in order to retrieve the magic core of the Necromantic Array, Sylus was destroyed half of his clone by Baster and Chip, and it seems that in the extreme pain, he has already settled the account on Goodwin's head.

Just as Cyrus was about to go crazy, Goodwin let out a loud laugh. This unusual behavior couldn't help but make Cyrus stunned.

Looking at him fiercely, Goodwin said slowly, "Do you feel pain? After I was stabbed by you last time, the injuries often tortured me to the point of madness. So I've been wondering when I'll ever run into you little bastard again. It just so happened that you sent it to the door yourself. ”

As he spoke, Goodwin sneered, and suddenly grabbed Syluth's arm, and in Syrus's stunned gaze, he felt something from his waist: "Remember this?"

It was a strangely shaped black dagger, the same dagger that Syrus had left on Goodwin after he had stabbed him.

"Now, it's back to its rightful owner!"

As he spoke, Goodwin grabbed the dagger and stabbed Syruth in the head. Unexpectedly, Goodwin still had the strength to spare, Sylus was shocked and hurriedly tried to dodge, but in a fit of fact, his hand was grabbed by Goodwin, and there was no way to dodge. As soon as he leaned back, he was dragged back by Goodwin.

In his eagerness, Cyrus only had time to tilt his head. Goodwin's dagger stabbed through the corner of his right mouth, and then Goodwin took advantage of the situation to take the dagger everything, and the blade of the dagger cut his entire cheek along the corner of Syrus's mouth, all the way to the base of his ear. (To be continued......)