As night fell, the fighting gradually began to cease.
Those terrifying witch beasts that were not afraid of death and never tired actually retreated under the command of the wizard and hid in the distant mountains and forests. It was difficult to figure out their intentions for a while.
Standing on a high hill and looking down, the dark jungle is filled with green or scarlet eyes of wizard beasts.
Knight Charles, with all white hair and beard, was holding a rune sword in his hand, standing on the corner of the high hill, looking at the surrounding jungle from a distance, his heart felt like a huge stone weighing 1,000 kilograms, and even breathing seemed so difficult.
Seriously speaking, the group of demon-hunting knights up and down the high hill almost all responded to his call and went to war. Now everyone is besieged on this island-like high hill, unable to move, and can only passively wait for the wizards to follow up.
attack.
What are those wizards hiding in the darkness planning? Can our group of people successfully resist the enemy's attack and wait until the enemy is exhausted?...
The chaotic thoughts kept whirling around in his mind like a lantern, which made him think crazy for a while.
Footsteps sounded behind him.
Even without looking back, Charles could already tell who was coming from the familiar footsteps.
Sure enough, Knight Moussel's steady and resonant voice immediately sounded: "The enemy has temporarily retreated! The injured knight has just settled down."
Charles' resolute face also became gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "What is the damage situation on our side? How many knights are there who can mount their horses and fight?"
"..." After a moment of silence, Musser's voice began to become deeper: "There are about 386 people who can still fight on horseback, and the rest..."
In the first great chaos when they first entered the forest, the demon-hunting knights were attacked by the elusive wizard and suffered hundreds of casualties. During the difficult trek, another twenty or thirty knights fell on the road. Experience
After the long bloody battle in the jungle, there are now only 386 remaining knights. Doesn't that mean that the knights have lost more than 300 people in the battle just now?
Although most of the casualties were caused by the biological toxins on the minions of the witch beasts and thus lost their combat effectiveness, under the heavy siege of the enemy, what is the difference between losing combat effectiveness and dying on the battlefield? In many cases, these people are even seriously injured and dying.
, the dying guy would be more happy to die under the claws of the witch beast.
After all, the Demon Hunter Knights have always been famous for their swift attacks and fast battlefield movement. Now with more than 300 wounded people on their backs, how can they break through the enemy's encirclement?
The remaining glorious knights also gathered around, waiting for the order from their leader Charles with firm eyes.
The muscles on Charles' face began to tremble slightly.
How simple it is to issue an order! But behind every order, there are piles of bloody corpses of demon-hunting knights as high as a hill.
As the leader of the knights, he knew exactly what kind of order could save the lives of the remaining demon-hunting knights. But...but when he spoke, his gray beard trembled, but he still couldn't put it down.
Say the words.
Abandon your companions! Abandon your comrades!
Once upon a time, the demon-hunting knights were always steadfast, and the knight's motto they followed became numbers that could be added, subtracted and added to on paper?
Seeing the leader's difficult and painful decision, the more pragmatic Musser calmly said: "It is impossible to break out with all the troops! We can't even leave the wounded here. So, Charles, you lead the people to break out! I
Stay with a few of them and continue to hold on, and you take some people back to the camp... to ask for help, Winsor and the others will not leave you alone!"
When it came to asking for help, Musser's words became difficult.
As a proud Knight of Glory, it was undoubtedly another more difficult battle for Charles to bow to the stubborn and conservative Winsol. But the current situation forced him to speak out.
The muscles on Charles's face beat more violently.
Finally, the leader of the radical knights made up his mind and said decisively: "No, Musser, I should not be the one to go back. I should bear the greatest responsibility for today's adventurous attack, so I must stay to stabilize the morale of the army. You
, Collier, Annes, and Jose, four people led two hundred people and rushed back to ask for help. You can tell Winsor that as long as he is willing to rescue, I...I am willing to hand over all command rights..."
There was a sudden deathly silence.
Every radical knight had a look of pain and struggle on his face.
Charles's order means that from now on, their group of radicals will always be lower than those conservative knights. For the arrogant knights, this is simply a thing more painful than death!
However, just when everyone was in a state of turmoil, screams of extreme terror suddenly came from a corner of the high hill. Immediately, it was like a storm sweeping over, and the entire camp was filled with screams of pain.
"What are you doing?" Musser drew out his glorious rune sword and shouted: "Keep calm, the enemy hasn't..."
Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.
I don’t know when, a foul smell of decay had spread into the camp along with the night fog that filled the forest. It was like a shepherd boy playing a confusing piccolo. When this stench spread throughout the camp, those who
The injured people lying dying on the high hill suddenly experienced a frightening change.
The knights could see clearly that in the clearing nearest to them, an injured person with weak breath suddenly began to twitch violently. His originally pale face suddenly turned red, and his teeth were gritting loudly, and the milky white
Foam continuously spurted out from the mouth and nose.
His eyes were wide open, and even the corners of his eyes were broken due to excessive force. Purple-black blood kept pouring out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and his body began to bend and twist into various incredible shapes.
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After vomiting out the blood, he began scratching his body desperately again, with such force that his face and body were dripping with blood from his own digging, and his flesh and blood were blurred.
A demon hunting knight who was responsible for taking care of him wanted to stop him, but he tried his best to suppress his self-mutilation. Instead, he bit him hard on the arm.
All the glorious knights had extremely strong bodies, but they all felt vaguely uncomfortable at this moment. They glanced around in panic, and finally discovered the culprit that caused the commotion in the camp.
Mist!
No, to be more specific, it should be some kind of mysterious substance blended into the mist!
The injured knights in the camp were undoubtedly the weakest physically and mentally. Therefore, visible to the naked eye, some mysterious black particles in the mist poured into their wounds like swimming fish. Looking around, the injured on the high hill were visible every time.
Thick black smoke was lingering around me.
Amid the black smoke, the wounded knight struggled painfully, tearing at his armor, lining, and even scratching his own flesh until blood dripped, as if he wanted to tear off his own skin.
As a large amount of black smoke blended in, the appearance of these wounded people suddenly changed dramatically.
The skin on the body began to melt, and the bright red muscles and tendons were directly exposed in the air, making everyone turn red. But gradually, the blood color began to slowly fade away, and a sticky and disgusting liquid began to fill the surface of the body.
, making them wet again.
The thick muscles and tendons were gathered together and insufficiently stretched, making their bodies thin and stooped. However, the strength of their bones and muscles was obviously much stronger than before. They roared in anger, and at first they looked like humans.
After the shrill wail, it became a bit like a wild beast, leaving only the weird "ho ho" cry.
Sharp fangs, sharp claws, and the spines on their backs began to grow rapidly. When "their" claws unconsciously scratched a rock, they made a squeaking sound and exploded with dazzling sparks.
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In front of all the glorious knights, on this high hill, a wounded knight who was dying just now quickly completed the undead transformation, and was forcibly transformed by the powerful evil force into a beast that had never appeared in the knight's plane.
Undead creatures - ghouls!
After completing the transformation of the undead, the ghoul turned over and crawled on the ground. The eyeballs without eyelids suddenly flipped over, revealing the milky white turbid eyeballs. The pupils were so white that you could not see them at all.
Although it has no pupils, this does not hinder the ghoul's vision. Its special sense of life makes it particularly sensitive to the breath of life! It opened its mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, and shouted at the glorious knights.
A low and threatening roar.
The body bent slightly, and its strong hind limbs kicked hard on the ground. The ghoul rushed straight towards the demon hunting knight nearest to it like a sharp arrow.
The demon hunting knight was obviously stunned by the scene in front of him. He backed away in horror, but he still couldn't remember to draw his sword to fight. This... this was his familiar partner!
As a shining knight, Musser has undoubtedly experienced far more terrible and strange things in his life than the young demon hunting knight. He quickly broke away from the shock and panic, rushed forward with an arrow, and crossed his sword with his sword.
He slapped his face horizontally on the leaping ghoul.
"Get down here!"
As he shouted violently, the ghoul flew out and broke a small tree about the thickness of a human waist ten meters away. There was also a crisp sound of bones exploding from the ghoul's body.
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However, this blow obviously did not make this ghoul lose its fighting ability.
The ghoul rolled several times on the ground, and when it got up again, most of the bones on the front of its body were broken. However, it struggled to get up without a care, dragging its twisted and crooked body towards Musel again.
"Go to hell!"
Mussel finally recognized the reality, and no longer held back, the sword in his hand flashed with light, like a sharp knife cutting across the paper, and silently cut the ghoul in two. However, the long sword slashed the ghoul.
The slight blockage he felt on his hands when he was moving his spine also made his face change slightly.
He is a level 2 glorious knight!
If even he felt slightly hindered when killing this monster, what would happen to the rest of the Demon Hunter Knights when they encountered the monster?
He couldn't allow him to think too much, and the entire camp fell into a bloody storm in an instant!