The magician''s eyes had no focus. He walked to Andre''s side, and his hands, hidden in his robes, were shaking in accordance with certain rules. The spell was not over. He had to maintain the existence of the crows in this way. It wasn''t the first day that he saw someone casting a spell. He soon understood the state of the curse crow and knew that it was the fighter plane. So even though his body was exhausted, the determined dwarf still raised his hammer! It''s time to counter attack! Let''s get those damn rats out of here With that, he was the first to cross the defensive bunker, shouting the name of the ancestors in his mouth, and the Warhammer in his hand was roaring to knock down the enemy in front of him.
Bakm, who was in charge of protecting the dwarves, swore in a low voice, but Lyon gave him a task that must be fulfilled. The young spirit glared at the wizard, and then he had to brave his head and follow Andre''s figure to rush up. "In the name of the forest, I hate dwarfs and witches." The silver blade unfolded in the words and turned into a deadly silver thread. Buckram''s long knife was stuck in the rat man''s neck, and it was difficult to pull it out even with the help of the spirit. Helpless, he can only give up one of his two weapons, holding a knife to continue to move forward.
Lyon noticed what was going on, and the blood lion, who had been through a lot of fighting, immediately made the same decision as the dwarf. "Follow the Duke, let''s go!" With his sword as a spear, the knight stabbed the enemy in front of him, threw the struggling body out like a stone, and knocked over a crowd of unprepared rat men. Then Lyon jumped onto the wooden box, picked up a soldier''s weapon and pointed his sword at the enemy like a flag. "Kill!"
More and more soldiers responded to the call to counter attack. They squeezed their last breath of strength. Their eyes were covered with blood. They fought with all the weapons at hand and followed their leaders. This is a battle between trapped animals. The molten iron men who are forced into the underground passage must guard their final position. Their anger turns into strength. No one cares about the sword moves any more, and there is no tactics at all. In this narrow battlefield, the boundary between man and beast becomes very blurred. This is the way of life. Regardless of the bright appearance, what kind of biological life style is not bloody?
The sound of fighting gradually calmed down. Human beings successfully protected their positions and drove the rats out of the tunnel. According to the understanding of this period of time, those mice will eat a lot of food to replenish the physical strength lost in the battle, but they can not successfully take away the human body, and they have only one biological source, the same kind. Not to talk about the discomfort this behavior brings, but it ultimately gives the tired soldiers a chance to breathe. The Lord, who had won the battle but was in a mess, returned to the back of the line with his remaining troops. Most of the people fainted directly. The small number of people who were able to stay awake also had no strength to move.
"Ha, thank you. It will be a long time before we beat those mice back if you don''t show up in time." The big Duke of the hammer leaning against the wall half opened his eyes and said thanks to the curse crow. He did not say that the curse crow''s hand almost overturned the situation of the battlefield, and the stubbornness of the dwarf made Andre unwilling to admit that it was difficult for him and his soldiers to win the next battle of the same scale. Beasts need rest, and here, it''s not a safe enough nest.
"Hasn''t Carus come back yet?" The magician''s face turned pale. The energy he had recovered from sleep was once again consumed in the casting. He leaned against the wall and inquired about the whereabouts of the demons. Karus is now the hope of all the survivors, and as the only one of them to be able to walk freely in these dangerous tunnels alone, the mob has been given the task of finding an exit. After all, these passageways, which are mixed with the collapse of molten iron city and the original sewer system, are no longer familiar to dwarves, let alone the rats and radno in the passageways. Regardless of which kind they encounter in the rash movement, it is a disaster for the survivors.
"Don''t worry, he will come back." Andre has full trust in his friends, and the dwarf is committed to it, but he doesn''t know who the message is for.
"He''d better come back and go on like this, even if we find the exit, our physical strength will not be able to complete the retreat." Barkm said angrily. He had his own long knife in front of him. There was a terrible gap in the half position of the streamlined blade, which was broken when the elf pulled out his own knife.
Lord liehammer was silent. He knew that buckram was right. The soldiers were suffering from severe physical exhaustion. Under such bad conditions, they did not even have medicine to treat the wounded. Leon, who was dressing a soldier, was biting his teeth. The young man in front of him looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. It was a good time to embrace the world. However, the rat man''s claws tore open his abdomen, and some intestines even flowed out of the wound. Such injuries still have the opportunity to be treated in peacetime, but now, both the blood lion and the injured are aware that they have no way. "Please Don''t waste it, bandages My Lord. " The soldier''s hand took Lyon, his pale face showed a bitter smile. "Leave it to the others." The blood lion grew up and wanted to encourage the young man not to give up hope, but when he looked at the tired face of the other party, his throat seemed to be stuck and could not make a sound. "Wizard!" Lyon tried his best to turn his head and yelled at the curse crow. If anyone could rescue the wounded man, it would be the grey robed mage.The magician wanted to think that he didn''t hear the cry, because he knew he was helpless. But the curse crow also believed that if he pretended not to hear and remained indifferent, Lyon would surely come to his stomach with a knife. It''s so difficult to walk through the tunnel with grey robe. "Help him." Said the blood lion, half threatening and half begging. "I''ll try my best." The curse crow sighed, knelt on the ground and began to talk about the blood stained bandage to open and examine the terrible wound. The magician never thought that the human body, which had been used to seeing in the laboratory, would one day make him feel afraid. The man was hopeless. He knew very well that even if he could sew up the wound, he would die of internal bleeding. The curse crow raised his head, closed his eyes and meditated for a few seconds, "it''s not easy to wait for death. I can help you free now." The soldier nodded and the wizard raised his hand and pressed his face. It doesn''t take a lot of effort to kill such a weak man, does it?
Lyon couldn''t bear to see it. He stood up and turned his back and looked at the wall above his head. When curse crow got up, the knight punched the stone brick next to him. The blood ran down the gap between his fingers and dropped to the ground. "How about the witch?" Asked the blood lion, trying to turn his attention away from the tragedy behind him.
"As usual, one is under my control, and the other, I still can''t feel it." The curse crow, sorting out the bandage just removed from the dead, replied.
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