The thing in luosa''s mouth that can help sailors stop bleeding is a very common iron like discus in workshops. It is usually used to make patterns and shapes on ironware. And the ghoul just used the semi-finished iron sword which was burned red to inspire the count. The high temperature can stop bleeding. SM and the first mate quickly understood his meaning. The intelligence dealer turned to look at the door, and the groans of the wounded could be heard.


    "The one with severed fingers should have problems for a while. The one with broken legs won''t last long. You know what I mean, don''t you? "


    The count of black mountain nodded. He knew very well how long it would take for a person to lose blood like that.


    "Then let''s not delay and rush in and kill all those ghosts! Bring the iron again The first mate whispered, and at the same time let his machete flip in the air.


    "No, I''ll go alone. Get the iron back first. Don''t rush to kill these guys. They won''t leave here. You and bobcat, protect the wounded Lothar held out his hand and stopped the first mate''s behavior. He frowned slightly, leaving no room for refutation.


    It is not the count''s conceit or his guilt over his performance in the battle just now that he proposes to go into the workshop alone. On the contrary, the blood of his companions completely awakened the calm side of Lothar as a commander. He soon realized that if he and the chief officer rushed in together, they might have an advantage in frontal combat. But don''t forget that there are still three entrances and exits in the workshop, and the two wounded left outside the main gate not only lost their fighting ability, but also shed blood. Bobcats alone can''t protect them.


    The first mate''s face showed obvious reluctance, but he could understand Lothar''s decision. Facing Lothar, who is ready to leave, he has only one question, "are you sure you''ll come back?"


    To answer him, it was the figure of the count''s back and the thumbs up in his left hand. Somehow, this figure reminds the first mate that when he met captain haftan on the sea, he robbed the captain''s steering wheel and drove the crew away from the reefs in the storm, which is quite similar to the image of Lothar. "Cut, these guys." The chief officer spat on the ground and turned to the door. He had to protect the wounded. SM followed the sailor. He could understand why the first mate said that.


    "Maybe there is a will in the world to decide who can be captain and who can only wipe the deck. But it''s not necessarily a good thing to be a captain. You never know the thoughts of the things that give you this so-called mission. Maybe, they want to see you become famous. Maybe they want to see you split up. Who can tell. "


    Lothar does not really know what''s going on in Bobcats. In fact, he doesn''t need to. Because the count never believed that the fate of the people in this world was determined. The Knights believed in fate, but the Knights also had the courage to challenge the fate. In history, there was never a lack of people who dared to charge against the battle of death, and there would be no shortage of such people in the future. Besides, the count did not think that a few ghouls who had not yet been transformed could take their own lives.


    The count kept a uniform stride towards the interior of the workshop. He had seen the appearance of his opponent on the two corpses of ghouls just now. Except for the alienated mouth, these things are not much different from human beings, that is, they have no direct and lethal means of attack except biting. That''s good news, but the bad news is that these ghouls don''t seem to be completely dejected. They still have the wisdom to use tools. This makes Lothar uncertain about the opponent he is going to face.


    "Hiss, hisses," the heavy, bloody gasp allows Lothar to see clearly how many enemies she has around her and where these guys are hiding. But even so, he did not choose to take the initiative to attack. Instead, he pretended not to know and kept close to the furnace deep in the workshop where he was still working, where he could find what he needed. It was no good for the count to be entangled with the ghouls before that, and he remembered very well what a miserable end it had been when he had more than one enemy.


    The forge is not far away. The sparks scattered in the fire are like some insects, flying irregularly in the air. Lothar''s did not turn his head, but glanced over his slant with the light of his eyes. In the shadow of the crossbeam, he could hear the heaviest breath of all. That must be the strongest of these ghouls.


    "Tick!" The sound of liquid dripping was particularly clear in the deep of the workshop, but what fell to the ground was not the saliva of monsters or the rain leaking from the roof, but the golden grease and human grease. Lothar now understood why these ghouls were gathering in the workshop and making sure the fire in the forge was not going out. They were roasting meat with it. "PATA!" A hand, a right hand to be exact, fell powerlessly onto the drop of grease, and the discolored skin showed obvious signs of being roasted.


    Lothar looked at her palm a few steps away, and her last hesitation dissipated. "You asked for it." Said the count, waving his axe up in his hands! That position coincides with the track of the ghoul jumping off the beam in mid air! "GAHA!" The variation of the body is higher than that of other ghouls. The skin is rotten and the nails are thick and yellow. The monster uses its dog like mouth to make a sound of threatening or crying. The front end of the fool''s righteous axe blade went deep into the monster''s chest. Some yellow and red liquid flowed along the bleeding trough on the blade, which made people think of the purulent wound."GAHA!" But even though the chest was badly hurt, the ghoul hanging on the Tomahawk still did not give up its desire to eat blood. The two strange forelimbs, which were far away from the normal arm, waved at Lothar, trying to scratch the latter''s cheek. The count did not give the enemy a chance to do so. He turned around and used his Tomahawk as a growth gun and ran straight against the monster towards the flames of the furnace! "GAHA! GAHA! Hiss! "Ga..." The monster on the tip of the axe struggled desperately until its curved back fell into the fire. The flame quickly devoured its skin and fat, burst out of its chest wound, and disintegrated its entire upper limbs.


    Even though luosa''s nose was scorched, it was impossible for him to escape. Finally, when the deformed head fell from the charred neck and fell into the fire, Lothar took back his Tomahawk. The front end of the fool''s justice is blackened by the fire. If it is an ordinary weapon, it may have melted in such a high temperature.


    After solving the enemy in front of her, Lothar turned to watch out for the other ghouls around her. The ghouls saw that the most powerful of them were easily solved, and they were afraid to show up in the shadow. The count was so happy that he held the Tomahawk in his right hand and reached his left hand on the workbench. He carefully and slowly picked up a soldering iron and put it in the fire of the forge behind him. At this time, an idea appeared in his mind.


    A few minutes later, just as Bobcats and the first mate were about to think that Lothar had been eaten by ghouls, the soldier rushed out of the front door with a red hot iron. He gave the soldering iron to Bobcat to deal with the wounded, and he began to close the door of the workshop. "Find something to jam the other doors. Don''t let them run out!" He called to the chief officer.


    The big copy wants to ask Lothar why those monsters want to run out, but a few wisps of black smoke make him no longer hesitate, and immediately run to find the material for blocking the door. This tarantula, he actually got the charcoal fire out of the forge. He was going to burn the workshop.


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