The Wizarding Age

When 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, almost all of the demon-hunting knights on Gaogang 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' subsequent attacks.

What are those wizards hiding in the darkness planning? Can our group of people successfully resist the enemy's attack and wait until the opponent is exhausted? …

The chaotic thoughts kept whirling around in his mind like a lantern, making 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, the steady and resonant voice of Knight Musser sounded 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 is the damage 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 grow deeper: "There are about 386 people who can still fight on horseback, and the rest..."

In the first great chaos after entering the forest, the demon-hunting knights suffered hundreds of casualties under the sneak attack of the elusive wizard. During the arduous trek, another twenty or thirty knights fell on the road. 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 attrition was caused by 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 seriously injured and dying guys would be more happy to die at the claws of the witch beast.

After all, the Demon Hunter Knights have always been famous for their swift attacks and rapid battlefield movement. Now that they were carrying more than 300 wounded people on their backs, how could they break through the enemy's encirclement?

The remaining glorious knights also gathered around, waiting for the leader Charles' order with firm eyes.

The muscles in Charles' face began to tremble slightly.

How easy it is to give an order! But behind every order, there were 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 the words came to his mouth, his gray beard trembled, but he still couldn't say those words.

Abandon your companions! Abandon your comrades!

Once upon a time, the knight's motto that the demon-hunting knights always adhered to became a number that could be added and subtracted on paper?

Seeing the leader's difficult and painful decision, the more pragmatic Musser calmly said: "It is no longer possible 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. You can take some of the people back to the camp...and ask for help. Wensol and the others will not let you die!"

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 of them led two hundred people 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, these radicals will always be lower than the 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 the 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 the glorious rune sword and shouted: "Keep calm, the enemy hasn't..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

At some point, a foul smell of decay entered the camp along with the night fog that filled the forest. It was like a shepherd boy playing a confusing piccolo. When the stench spread throughout the camp, the injured people lying dying on the high hill suddenly experienced a frightening change.

The knights saw clearly that in the open space closest to them, a weak-breathing wounded man suddenly began to twitch violently. His originally pale face suddenly turned red, his teeth clenched and creaked, and milky white foam gushed out of his mouth and nose.

His eyes were wide open, and because of excessive force, even the corners of his eyes were broken. Purple-black blood kept pouring out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and his body began to bend and twist into various incredible shapes.

After spitting out the blood, he began to scratch his body desperately, with such force that his face and body skin were all bloody and bloody.

A demon hunter knight who was responsible for taking care of him wanted to stop him, but he tried his best to suppress his self-harming behavior, and was bitten fiercely on the arm by him.

The glorious knights all had extremely strong physiques, but at this moment they all felt a little uncomfortable. They looked around in fear and finally found the culprit that caused the riot in the camp.

Mist!

No, to be more specific, it should be some mysterious substance that merged into the mist!

The injured knights in the camp were undoubtedly the weakest in both physical and mental aspects, so it was visible to the naked eye that some mysterious black particles in the mist flowed into their wounds like swimming fish. Looking around, thick black smoke lingered around each of the wounded on the high ground.

In the black smoke, the wounded knights struggled painfully, tearing at their armor and lining, and even scratching their flesh until they bled, as if they were going to tear off their skin.

With the large amount of black smoke blending in, the appearance of these wounded suddenly changed dramatically.

The skin on the surface of the body began to melt, and the bright red muscles and tendons were directly exposed in the air, making everyone red. But gradually, the blood color began to fade slowly, 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 insufficient stretching and extension made their bodies begin to become thin and hunched, but the strength of bones and muscles was obviously much stronger than before. They roared and roared in anger, and at first they were like people wailing, but later they became a bit like wild beasts, with only the strange "ho ho" cry left.

The sharp fangs, sharp claws, and spines on the back began to grow rapidly. When "their" claws unconsciously scratched a rock, it actually made a crackling sound and burst out dazzling sparks.

Right in front of the glorious knights, on this high hill, a knight who was dying just now was quickly transformed into an undead, and was forcibly transformed by the powerful evil force into an undead creature that had never appeared in the knight plane - a ghoul!

After completing the transformation into an undead, the ghoul turned over and crawled on the ground. The eyelids without eyelids suddenly turned over, revealing milky white turbid eyeballs, and the pupils were so white that you couldn't see them at all.

Although there are no pupils, this does not hinder the ghoul's vision. The special life perception makes it particularly sensitive to the breath of life! It opened its mouth wide, revealing its sharp fangs, and roared at the glorious knights in a low and threatening voice.

With its body slightly bent and its strong hind legs stomping on the ground vigorously, the ghoul rushed straight to the demon hunter knight closest to it like a sharp arrow.

The demon hunter knight was obviously stunned by the scene in front of him, and retreated in fear, but he never remembered to draw his sword to resist. This... this is his former acquaintance!

As a glorious knight, Musser has undoubtedly experienced far more terrible and strange things in his life than the young demon hunter knight. He quickly broke free from the shock and panic, rushed forward, and swung the sword in his hand, hitting the leaping ghoul with the sword.

"Get down!"

With his roar, the ghoul flew out horizontally, directly knocking down a small tree as thick as a human waist ten meters away. And the ghoul's body also made a crisp sound of bones bursting.

However, this blow obviously did not make the ghoul lose its fighting power.

The ghoul rolled on the ground for several rounds, and when it got up again, most of the bones on the front of its body were broken. But it struggled to get up without caring, dragging its twisted and crooked body to pounce on Musser again.

"Go to hell!"

Musser finally recognized the reality, and no longer held back. The sword in his hand flashed, like a sharp knife across the paper, silently cutting the ghoul in two. However, the slight stagnation felt by his hand when the long sword cut through the ghoul's spine also made his face change slightly.

He is a 2nd level shining knight!

If even he feels a slight hindrance when he kills this kind of monster, what will happen to the other demon hunters when they encounter monsters?

Before he can think too much, the whole camp is plunged into a bloody storm in an instant!

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