When night fell, the battle gradually began to stop.
Under the command of the sorcerer, those terrifying witch beasts who were fearless and never tired actually retreated 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, there are dark green or scarlet witch beast eyes everywhere in the dark jungle.
The white-haired and bearded Knight Charles stood on a corner of the high hill with a long rune sword in his hand, looking at the surrounding jungle from a distance. His heart felt like a huge boulder was pressing on his heart, and even breathing seemed so difficult.
Seriously speaking, the group of witcher knights on and off Gao Gang almost all responded to his call before going out to fight. Now everyone is besieged on this island-like high hill, unable to move, and can only passively wait for the follow-up attack of the wizards.
What are those wizards hiding in the dark, planning? Can my group of people successfully resist the enemy's attack and wait until the moment when the opponent is exhausted? …
The chaotic thoughts swirled in his mind like a revolving lantern, which made him crazy for a moment.
Footsteps sounded behind him.
Even without looking back, Charles has already figured out who is coming from the familiar footsteps.
Sure enough, the calm and resonant voice of Knight Mussel rang out immediately: "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, "How are our injuries? How many knights are there who can mount their horses and fight?"
"..." There was a moment of silence, and Mussel's voice became low: "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 witcher knights lost hundreds of people under the sneak attack of wizards who appeared and disappeared. During the difficult trek, another twenty or thirty knights fell on the road. After the long bloody battle in the jungle just now, there are only 386 knights remaining in the main force. Does that mean that the knights lost more than 300 people in the previous battle
Although most of the attrition was due to the infection of the biological toxins on the minions of the witch beasts and thus lost their combat effectiveness, but under the siege of the enemy, what is the difference between losing combat effectiveness and dying on the battlefield? Even in many cases, these wounded and dying guys would be happier than dying under the claws of witch beasts.
After all, the Demon Hunter Knights have always been famous for their swift attacks and fast battlefield movement. Now with more than 300 wounded on their backs, how can they break through the encirclement of the enemy
The rest of the brilliant knights also surrounded them one after another, waiting for the leader Charles' order with firm eyes.
The muscles on Charles' face began to tremble slightly.
How easy it is to place an order! But behind every order, there were piles of bloody corpses of the witcher knights as high as a hill.
As the leader of the knights, he knew exactly what order could save the lives of the remaining demon hunter knights. But... But when the words came to his lips, his gray beard kept trembling, but he still couldn't get the words out.
Abandon companions! Abandon comrades!
Once upon a time, the motto of the knights, who were always steadfast and faithful, became numbers that could be added, subtracted, and subtracted on paper
Seeing the leader's difficult and painful choice, the more pragmatic Mussel said calmly: "It is impossible for all members to break through! We can't even leave the wounded here. So, Charles, you lead people to break through! I Stay with a few of them and continue to hold on, and you bring some people back to the camp... Ask for help, Winsor and the others will not die!"
When it came to asking for help, Mussel's words also became difficult.
As a proud shining knight, it is undoubtedly another more difficult battle for Charles to bow his head to the stubborn and conservative Winsor. But the current situation forced him to speak out.
The muscles on Charles' face throbbed even more violently.
Finally, the radical knight leader made up his mind and said decisively: "No, Mussel, I shouldn't be the one who went back. I should bear the greatest responsibility for today's aggressive advance, so I must stay to stabilize the morale of the army. You , Collier, Annes, Jose, the four led two hundred people and rushed back to ask for help. You can tell Winsor, as long as he is willing to rescue, I... I am willing to hand over all command rights... "
There was a sudden deathly silence.
There was a look of pain and struggle on the face of every radical knight.
Charles' order means that from now on, their group of radicals will always be lower than those conservative knights. For the proud knights, this is simply a more painful thing than death!
However, when everyone's mood was fluctuating, a terrified scream suddenly came from a corner of Gao Gang, and immediately, like a storm swept in, the entire camp was filled with screams of pain.
"What are you messing around?" Mussel drew out his brilliant rune sword and shouted violently, "Keep calm, the enemy hasn't..."
Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.
Unknowingly, a stench of stench and decay had entered the camp along with the night fog that filled the forest. It was like a shepherd boy blowing a piccolo to confuse people. When the stench spread throughout the camp, the dying wounded lying on the high hill suddenly showed a frightening and disturbing change.
The knights could see clearly that in the open space closest to them, a weakly breathing wounded man suddenly began to twitch violently. His originally pale face suddenly flushed red, his teeth creaked, and milky white foam gushed out of his mouth and nose continuously.
His eyes were wide open, and even the corners of his eyes were pierced due to excessive force. Purple-black blood gushed out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and his body began to bend, twisting into various incredible shapes.
After spitting out the blood, he began to scratch his body desperately again, so hard that his face and body skin were dripping with the blood he had dug out, and the flesh was bloody.
A witcher knight who was in charge of taking care of him wanted to go up and stop him, but he couldn't suppress his self-mutilation with all his strength. Instead, he bit him fiercely on the arm.
All the glorious knights have extremely strong physiques, but at this moment they all feel a little discomfort. They glanced around in horror, and finally found the culprit who caused the camp to start rioting.
Fog!
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 group with the weakest physique and spirit, so some mysterious black particles in the mist could be seen with the naked eye, pouring into their wounds like swimming fish. As far as the eye can see, thick black smoke is lingering around each of the wounded on the high hill.
Amidst the black smoke, the wounded knight struggled in pain, tearing at the armor and inner lining of his body, and even scratching his own flesh so bloody, it looked like he was about to tear off his own skin.
As a large amount of black smoke melted in, the appearance of these wounded suddenly changed dramatically.
The skin on the body surface began to melt, and the bright red muscles and tendons were directly exposed to the air, making everyone glow red. But gradually, the blood color began to 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 gathered together, and the lack of stretching made them thin and crooked, but the strength of bones and muscles was obviously much stronger than before. They were howling and roaring angrily, and at first they looked like people howling, but then they became a bit like wild animals, leaving only the weird "ho ho" screams.
Sharp fangs, sharp claws, and spines on the back began to grow rapidly. When "their" claws unconsciously slid across a rock, there was a crackling sound and dazzling sparks burst out .
In front of all the glorious knights, on this high hill, a wounded knight who was dying just now quickly completed his undead transformation, and was forcibly transformed by a powerful evil force into a head that had never appeared on the knight plane. The undead creatures—ghouls!
After completing the transformation of the undead, the ghoul turned over and crawled on the ground. The eyeballs without eyelids suddenly turned over, revealing the milky white cloudy eyeballs. Bai Shengsheng couldn't see the pupils at all.
Although there are no pupils, this does not hinder the ghoul's vision. The special life perception makes it especially sensitive to the breath of life! It opened its mouth wide, revealing its razor-sharp fangs, and roared low and menacingly at the glorious knights.
With its body bent slightly, its strong hind legs stomped vigorously on the ground, and the ghoul rushed straight at the nearest demon hunter knight like a sharp arrow.
The witcher knight was obviously stunned by the scene in front of him, backed back again and again in horror, but still couldn't remember to draw his sword to fight. This... This is a partner he used to know!
As a shining knight, Mussel undoubtedly experienced far more terrifying and weird things in his life than a young witcher knight. He quickly broke free from the shock and panic, and rushed forward with a sharp sword in his hand, and slapped the jumping ghoul with the side of the sword.
"Give me down!"
As he drank violently, the ghoul flew out and smashed a small tree about the thickness of a human waist ten meters away. And the ghoul's body also heard the crisp sound of bones bursting.
However, this blow obviously did not make the ghoul lose its combat effectiveness.
The ghoul rolled a few times on the ground, and when it climbed up again, most of the bones on the front of its body were broken. But it struggled to get up indifferently, and dragged its twisted and crooked body to rush towards Mussel again.
"Go to hell!"
Mussel finally recognized the reality, and he didn't hold back his hand anymore. The big sword in his hand shone like a sharp knife across the paper, cutting the ghoul in two without a sound. However, the slight hindrance he felt in his hand when the long sword cut across the ghoul's spine also made his face change slightly.
He is a level 2 glorious knight!
If even he felt a slight hesitation when slashing such a monster, what would happen to the rest of the witcher knights when they encountered monsters
Without allowing him to think too much, the whole camp was plunged into a bloodbath in an instant!