The camp chief began to organize the team and distribute weapons. There was no disappointment or annoyance on their faces, only a bit of anxiety and exhaustion.
If you wait until the fire is extinguished, the three camps far away from the city gate will face enemy attacks from several directions, and it will be too late to retreat by then.
"gather!"
“Line up into a square formation, boys, with shields outside and spears inside.”
“Extraordinary people, please come and gather.”
The shocked soldiers were pulled up from the ground one by one. The officers pushed them together like driving chickens and ducks, arranged them into a chaotic square, and then stuffed their weapons indiscriminately.
Other officers hurriedly led people to put out the fire at the back entrance of the camp, which was also burning, and prepared to clear a road for everyone to evacuate.
Although there are living corpses on the east side of the barrier, the main force of the enemy there is rushing into the city, so it is the only way to escape.
Ophelia packed up her quiver and equipment, came to Midianmaea, who was also arranging his equipment, patted his shoulder armor and asked:
"What should we do? This place is several hundred meters away from the city gate, but the battle between the extraordinary and the death knight has not yet been decided. The city is probably a hell on earth. Even if we break out, it only takes a minute for the zombies to attack.
It’s going to kill everyone!”
Medianmaea nodded silently.
Those who came here to defend were poorly trained city defense troops and militiamen who had just taken up arms. Previously, they relied on fortifications to defend from a high position. With the powerful spells of extraordinary wizards and the fire support of trebuchets behind the city walls, they could only barely hold on. Once they left the fortifications,
, how could they persevere in the face of the ferocious hordes of corpses?
Collapse under the city walls was their only fate.
Once the team collapses, everyone’s survival time will begin to count down. What’s more, what if they don’t collapse? The infection in the city must have spread.
Of course, powerful extraordinary beings will not die so easily, but what should these militia soldiers do? How many of them can escape... Midian Maier looked at the comrades around him who were about to be abandoned by him, and he felt so guilty that he could not speak.
.
The faces of these hastily gathered warriors were getting worse and worse, and they all seemed to have realized what was going to happen next. Weird rustling whispers spread among the crowd in small pieces.
“I will cover you, and we will retreat along the city wall to the north, away from the city and then to the north.” Mediamaia hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind and whispered in the ears of his companions.
“Well, I know,” Ophelia responded with a brisk look, “Isn’t it just about running away for one’s life? I’m familiar with this! Besides, my idea is to run south.”
…
The air was filled with the disgusting smell of corpses and blood, and the cold wind echoed under the dark sky.
The gray-brown ocean of living corpses roared and turned in front of the rocky formation, and another wave of corpses had begun to take shape on the outskirts of the city in the distance.
In the deserted wilderness on the outskirts of the city, Griffith raised his lance, with a surge of pride in his chest, recalling the good times of being in the indestructible battle line of armored cavalry.
He carefully examined the battlefield situation, made a clear judgment on the enemy's position and strength, and planned the assault and retreat routes in detail.
He was ready to go, and he would rush into thousands of enemies again.
The knight in strong armor and the war horse under his crotch seemed to have a connected mind. The hearts that were still uneasy about the zombie tide and the mutation just now were as cold and calm as steel.
Griffith took a deep breath, his eyes seemed to be solidified with a fire of determination and perseverance, which would break through even thousands of mountains and rivers. He glanced at his companion, lightly clamped his legs. The war horse stepped forward with iron hooves and headed towards the flood.
The battlefield of death and despair slowly ran away.
Amber wanted to say a few words of encouragement, but Griffith's eyes swept over, and she realized that she didn't seem to recognize the young man in front of her. His cold temperament, high-spirited posture, raised lance, and majestic horse were so...
Strange, yet so familiar.
Although I have seen knight competitions many times before, the scene before my eyes was so different. Compared with those contestants in fine armor, the quasi-knight's unyielding aura made the girl's heart irresistible.
When being stared at by Griffith's sharp and firm gaze, Amber was at a loss for a moment. Her heartbeat was like the cheers of the roaring crowd on the field. She found it difficult to breathe and subconsciously avoided her sight.
But the next moment she felt particularly pity, looking at the back of the figure who had already rushed to the battlefield with complicated eyes, she couldn't help but stroke the scarf on her swan-like neck, thinking silently in her heart...
“Next time, next time he attacks, I’ll make sure to wrap this around his lance.”
…
The fire quickly weakened, and the crackling sound of burning was almost drowned out by the terrifying howls of the living corpses outside.
The officers finally cleared the fire at the back gate of the camp and directed everyone to retreat.
Each camp has a team of Beyonders to assist in defense, and these people also took the lead in rushing out of the flames.
Ophelia was the first to leap through the flames. The rolling heat wave swept through her flying blond hair, and there was thick smoke billowing in the suffocating air.
The sight was slightly expanded, and living corpses appeared one after another behind the fire and thick smoke. They had gathered behind the burning fortifications, surrounding the humans.
The following Extraordinaries emerged from the ring of fire like lightning and ran into the living corpses parading outside.
——!!!)
An indescribable scream of horror immediately resounded throughout the world, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching from all directions.
At this time, nearly two hundred spearmen had just emerged from the fire. The soldiers, whose faces were scorched by the smoke, met the running corpses head-on.
“Line up!”
As soon as the officer leading the team shouted, the people around him let out an earth-shattering unified shout.
“Run quickly!”
The militiamen who were barely organized into a rectangular formation were like an ant pile encountering boiling water, fleeing in all directions in the blink of an eye.
Ophelia and Midianmaia watched as a group of militiamen ran past them like rabbits, escaping towards the north of the city at an astonishing speed.
The defenders of the three camps evacuated at the same time and disintegrated at the same time. More than 500 defenders fled in all directions like a flock of sheep encountering wolves. Except for a few who fled to the south or north of the city, most of them swarmed towards the city gate.
At this time, thousands of living corpses that had bypassed the fortifications were surrounding them on both sides, while the gray-brown lines further away were already surging and commotion.
The tide of corpses is close at hand.
The screams under the walls of Revan became increasingly louder and louder. The defeated soldiers took some Beyonders and officers and retreated outside the city gate. Many of them even lost their weapons.
As soon as they ran there, they saw three avenues leading directly to the top of the city wall. Densely packed living corpses stood on them, and they all turned their heads to look at the living people who ran to their mouths...
The living corpses under the barrier also moved around the gradually extinguishing flames, and two huge waves of corpses were gathering towards this group of living people, one from the south and one from the north.
Hundreds of chaotic soldiers gathered into several groups and wailed loudly under the city wall.
At this moment, someone pointed to the south and shouted loudly:
“Look, reinforcements!”
Under the dim sky, a man and a horse were advancing towards the tide of living corpses. He was wearing a gleaming silver breastplate, holding a three-meter lance in his hand, riding his horse majestically like a champion in the arena.
And advance.
Six silver rings of ice swirled around the knight and horse like meteors; ice-blue mist enveloped him. Heavy iron hooves struck the ground, stirring up hoarfrost-like mist and biting chill.
On a battlefield full of black and yellow messes, the armored cavalry surrounded by silver flowing light lowered their lances and pointed straight ahead. The wind pressure gathered on the sharp spear heads, forming a sharp momentum that was like a cone and could not be seen directly.
Rider A accelerated his horse, stabbed towards the waist of the ferocious corpse tide, and crashed into the center of the thick corpse tide.
“Boom!”
The remains of a piece of living corpses were like the tide hitting the rocks, and the swords flew out in the roar. The armored cavalry dug into the tide of corpses, making a loud noise like the waves crashing on the shore.
Griffith charged with a gun in his right hand and swept with a shield in his left hand, stirring up a sky full of minced meat and black liquid among the densely packed living corpses.
The living corpses rushing towards the city immediately became commotion. They were already so densely packed together that they were already slowing each other down. Suddenly, they found a group of fresh flesh and blood rushing towards them. Immediately, more than a dozen living corpses turned around and headed towards the armored cavalry.
Come.
Their sharp claws and teeth bit into the rotating ice ring shield, immediately opening terrifying cracks.
“Bang!”
The cold stream of light suddenly exploded, and sharp ice cubes radiated in all directions. More than a dozen living corpses were directly torn apart, and their already broken bodies were cut through, smashed, and flew backwards.
Although the damage from this round of ice rings is not enough to kill all the living zombies, it can severely injure and repel them.
Griffith mobilized the power of the runes, and in the center of the flying ice, six silver streams of light enveloped him and his mount again.
Another group of living corpses swooped up.
Griffith didn't even look at it, he just stared at the target ahead, slashing with swords and spears. After the ice shield was shattered by the attack, another storm-like blow came in all directions.
The sight of black living corpses suddenly cleared away, and a gap was torn open by one person and one rider in the dense tide of corpses.
The defeated soldiers were stunned. Their throats were still filled with words such as "Isn't there only one person who came to die?", but they were all shocked and speechless.
In the black tide of corpses, the silver edge went straight into the vast tide of corpses with an indomitable spirit, breaking out from the broken flesh and severed limbs in the sky. Wherever it went, the terrifying living corpses were covered by the cold light.
Second, it turned out to be a semi-blocked state.
Although the broken troops below the city were frightened, the situation in front of them was too shocking. Most people saw that the wave of corpses on the south road that was about to pounce was stopped in the middle. The man rode through it like a storm, and everything he reached was
Blood and flesh were flying everywhere. Hope in the desperate situation suddenly rose in the hearts of the already desperate soldiers, and they watched eagerly as the armored cavalry approached.
Cavalry A rode his horse and rushed to the route of the defeated troops. He threw away the rotten flesh all over his body and shouted to them:
“Form up your formation and head south, I will be the vanguard.”