The thing Lothar said can help sailors stop bleeding is a discus similar to a soldering iron that is very common in workshops. That thing is usually a tool used to make patterns and shapes on ironware. The ghoul just used a red-hot discus.

The half-finished iron sword inspired the count. High temperature can stop bleeding. Both Bobcat and the first mate quickly understood what he meant. The intelligence dealer turned his head and looked outside the door. The groans of the wounded could be vaguely heard.

"The one with the broken finger should be fine for a while, but the one with the broken leg won't last long. You understand what I mean, right?"

The Earl of Montenegro nodded. He knew very well how long such a loss of blood would kill someone.

"Then let's not delay, rush in and kill all those ghosts! Then bring the soldering iron!" the first mate said in a low voice, while letting the scimitar in his hand flip in the air.

"No, I'll go alone. Get the soldering iron back first. Don't rush to kill these guys. They won't leave here. You and Bobcat, protect the wounded." Lothar stretched out his hand to stop the first officer's behavior.

He frowned slightly, leaving no room for rebuttal in his tone.

The Earl's proposal to go deep into the workshop alone was not due to the count's pride or guilt over his performance in the battle. On the contrary, the blood of his companions completely awakened Lothar's calm side as a commander, and he soon realized that if he and his first officer

If two people rush in together, they may gain an advantage in frontal combat. But don't forget, this workshop has three entrances and exits, and the two wounded people left outside the main entrance have not only lost their fighting ability, but are still bleeding.

.The lynx alone cannot protect them.

There was obvious reluctance on the first mate's face, but he could understand Lothar's decision. Facing Lothar who was about to set off, he had only one question, "Are you sure you can come back?"

What answered him was the count's back and the thumbs up from his left hand. Somehow, this back reminded the first mate of the time when he met Captain Halfdan at sea. The man who had snatched the captain's steering wheel,

Taking the crew away from the reef area during the storm

The figure is somewhat similar to Lothar's image. "Tsk, these guys." After speaking, the first mate spat on the ground, turned and walked towards the door. He had to protect the wounded. Bobcat followed the sailor, he could

Understand why the first mate said what he just said.

"Perhaps there is some kind of will in this world that determines who can become captain and who can only wipe the deck. But let me tell you, being a captain is not necessarily a good thing. You never know those who have given you this so-called mission.

Maybe they want to see you become famous, maybe they want to see you torn apart. Who knows."

Lothar really couldn't explain the question that Bobcat was talking about. In fact, he didn't need to explain it clearly. Because the count never believed that the fate of people in this world was determined. Knights believed in fate, but knights also had the courage to challenge fate. History

There has never been a shortage of people in the world who dared to charge in a fatal battle, and there will be no shortage of such people in the future. Besides, the Count didn't think that a few ghouls who had not yet fully transformed could take his life.

The Earl kept an even pace and moved towards the interior of the workshop. He had already seen the appearance of his opponents from the corpses of the two ghouls. Except for the alienated mouths, these things were not much different from humans.

In other words, apart from biting, they have no direct and fatal means of attack. This is good news, but the bad news is that these ghouls do not seem to have completely lost their minds, and they still have the wisdom to use tools.

.This makes Lothar uncertain about the opponent he will face.

"Hiss, hiss" The heavy breathing that exuded the smell of blood allowed Lothar to clearly realize how many enemies were around him and in which direction these guys were hiding. But even so, he did not choose to take the initiative to attack.

Just pretending not to know

He continued to approach the still-working furnace deep in the workshop, where he could find what he needed. It was of no benefit to the count to fight with those ghouls before, and he still clearly remembered the last time he had fought with the ghouls.

What a miserable end it would end up with when there were many enemies.

The forge was not far away, and the sparks scattered in the fire were like some kind of insects, flying irregularly in the air. Lothar did not turn his head, but glanced at his own with the corner of his eyes.

Diagonally above, in the shadow of the beam, he could hear the heaviest breathing of all. That must be the strongest individual among the group of ghouls.

"Tick-tock!" The sound of dripping liquid was particularly clear deep in the workshop, but what fell to the ground was not the saliva of monsters or the rainwater leaking from the roof, but golden grease, human grease. Luo

Sa now understands why these ghouls gather

In this workshop and ensuring that the fire in the forge is not extinguished, they are using it to grill meat. "Crack!" A hand, a right hand to be precise, fell weakly onto the drop of grease and changed color.

The skin and flesh showed obvious signs of being grilled.

Lothar looked at the palm a few steps away, and the last hesitation in his heart dissipated. "You asked for this." The Count said, holding the battle ax in both hands and swinging it upward! The position was exactly the same as the one from the beam.

The falling trajectories of the jumping ghoul overlapped in mid-air! "Gaha!" The degree of body variation was higher than that of other ghouls.

, the monster's skin has ulcerated, and its nails have become thick and yellowed. It uses its dog-like mouth to make a sound that is either threatening or painful. The front end of the Fool's Justice Ax blade is deeply embedded in the monster's chest, and some yellow and red

The alternate liquid flows out along the bleeding groove on the ax blade, which is reminiscent of a suppurating wound.

"Gaha!" But even though the chest was severely injured, the ghoul hanging on the battle ax still did not give up its blood-devouring desire. The two weird forelimbs that were far away from ordinary human arms were waving towards Lothar,

Trying to scratch the latter's cheek. The count did not give the enemy a chance to do so. He used the force to turn around and used the battle ax as a spear.

He pushed the monster straight into the flames of the furnace! "Gaha! Gaha! Hiss! Ga..." The monster that was pressed on the tip of the ax struggled desperately until its curved back completely fell into the furnace.

In the fire, the flames quickly devoured its skin and fat, bursting out from the wound on its chest and disintegrating its entire upper limbs.

The smell of roasted human flesh hit Lothar, making him wrinkle his nose unconsciously. Despite this, he still held the battle ax firmly, not giving his opponent any possibility of escape. Finally, when the deformed head was lifted from the

The charred neck fell off and fell into the fire, and Lothar took back his battle ax. The front end of the Fool's Justice was smoked black by the fire. If it were an ordinary weapon, it would have been like this.

It doesn't necessarily mean it melts in high temperatures.

After solving the enemy in front of him, Lothar turned around and was wary of the other ghouls around him. Seeing that the most powerful individual among them was easily eliminated, the ghouls all showed fear and hid in the shadows without daring to do so.

The count was so happy to show up. He held the battle ax in his right hand, reached out to the workbench with his left hand, carefully and slowly picked up a soldering iron, and put it into the flames of the forge behind him. At this time, an idea appeared in him

in mind.

A few minutes later, just when Bobcat and the first mate were about to think that Lothar had been eaten by the ghouls, the soldier rushed out from the front door holding a red-hot iron. He handed the iron to Bobcat and asked the latter to

After dealing with the wounded, he began to close the door of the workshop. "Go find something to block the other doors to prevent them from running out!" he shouted to the first mate.

The big dungeon wanted to ask Lothar why those monsters came out, but a few wisps of black smoke made him no longer hesitate, and immediately ran to find materials to block the door. This wolf spider, he actually got the charcoal fire out of the forge, he

This workshop is going to be burned down.
Chapter completed!