"Mariana, you should go hide in the castle first! It's difficult for a magician like you to be effective in such a situation!"
After picking a handy long sword from the pile of weapons in front of him, Grote said to Marianne who was eager to try it.
Although the magician's lethality is very strong, without the protection of the formation, it is difficult to exert its full power, especially in this kind of attack battle.
"Well! Be careful!"
Although he is protected by a magic shield and is not afraid of close combat, it is not the time to make it public yet, and considering his current magic level, the magic shield may not last long.
Looking at Mariana walking into the castle, Clemont and Grote looked at each other, with a strong desire to fight in their eyes.
"The blood of such low-level monsters is very corrosive, so be careful when fighting. Also, these monsters are very bloodthirsty, so be sure not to be bitten by them!"
Listening to the solemnity in Grote's tone, Clement nodded.
Although these black monsters like hairless dogs are disgusting, they have super resilience brought by the wood attribute fighting spirit, so there is no need to be too afraid.
At this time, other noble men in the field also picked their weapons, so a group of nobles dressed in decent attire joined the battle.
"Boom...boom..."
The battle started in this ancient castle, and powerful fighting energy swept past like a scythe. The monsters that rushed towards the castle were shattered into pieces, and black blood spattered everywhere.
After the pieces of blood were sprinkled on the ground, they made a sizzling corrosive sound, which made people shudder.
The Flame Knights, who had received support, had a chance to breathe at this time. After dealing with the monsters in front of them, they re-arranged their defensive formation.
However, the number of monsters seemed to be endless. The corridor that had just been emptied was filled with monsters in an instant. Not only that, due to the reduction in the number of members of the Flame Knights, the defensive formation was reduced. At this time, the surrounding high walls were also filled with monsters.
Monsters keep jumping in.
"No, this is not the way to go!"
After cutting a monster that rushed in front of him in half with one sword, Clemont took a few steps back, then raised his head and looked around.
Grote frowned as he looked at the monsters pouring in around him. Although these low-level monsters were weak, they had an endless supply. This was not good news for everyone.
There are only three to four hundred people here who can still fight, and apart from the Flame Knights and a few nobles, most of the nobles have been drained of their bodies by drinking and sex, and the little fighting spirit left in their bodies cannot last long.
However, as the owner of the castle, Surrey Upton obviously also discovered this problem. The Flame Knights can be sacrificed, but these nobles who come to the banquet cannot cause problems.
So, while killing the monsters, he retreated and shouted: "Retreat quickly, there are too many monsters, we retreat to the castle and wait for support!"
Hearing his roar, the nobles who had already thought of retreating ran towards the castle, but some unlucky ones were still jumped by the monster.
"Save me quickly! Ah! Quick, please, save me!"
Hearing the screams in their ears, the nobles ran faster.
After taking a look at everyone, Grote shook his head and said to Clemont on the side: "You can retreat too, I will save him!"
But Clement stopped him.
"No, I'd better go!"
With that said, without waiting for Grote to react, Clemont turned into a bolt of lightning and kept shuttling back and forth among the monsters. His agile body made it impossible for the monsters to even touch him.
With the blessing of master-level footwork and thunder-type fighting spirit, Clemont almost instantly crossed a distance of more than ten meters and came to the unlucky man.
However, his current condition is not very good. There is almost no intact part of his body. If his chest were not still rising and falling slightly, Clemont would have thought he was dead!
"Hold on, I'm here to save you!"
With a low growl at this person, Clemont dropped his sword with his hands, and the long sword carrying thunderous fighting spirit flashed past the monster's head like a chain of lightning in the night.
Then, these monsters ran a few steps and fell to the ground like charcoal.
Seeing that the surrounding monsters had been cleared away, Clemont did not hesitate to fight. He grabbed the man and ran towards the castle.
Everyone who saw this scene had their eyes filled with astonishment.
This person's footwork is so agile and elegant. Could it be that he is a master of swordsmanship?
"I see, with master-level footwork and thunder attribute fighting spirit, no wonder even Mariana would take the initiative to invite me!"
Grote murmured in a low voice, his hands not idle, and as he swung his long sword, an invisible sword light of fighting spirit slashed at the monster in front of him.
Whoosh!
Almost instantly, a large area of the monster group in front of him became empty.
As the defenders retreated, the defense line gradually shrunk to the small square at the entrance of the castle.
In the castle, after Clement placed the injured noble man on the ground, the surrounding female relatives immediately surrounded him.
They saw everything that happened just now, and they were very interested in this young man who dared to risk his own life to save others among the monsters.
Of course, contempt for other noble men is also inevitable.
"Spread out, don't crowd around!"
After drinking everyone away, Clemont frowned and checked the person's status.
He had seen this person in Mariana's previous introduction. His originally rosy complexion had now turned white, and his originally fat body seemed to have become much slimmer now.
It was obvious that he had lost too much blood. If he did not receive timely treatment, this person would definitely die.
"Is there anyone who knows how to heal? Treat him quickly! He is going to die!"
After hearing Clemont's words, the faces of the people around him instantly turned pale, as death came so quickly when faced with it.
When they thought of the endless monsters outside, the good mentality of these people suddenly collapsed, and some even started to sob.
Listening to the crying around him, Clement was a little irritable, and then looked at Mariana inquiringly.
Seeing this, Mariana shook her head helplessly.
She was an ice magician, so besides being able to keep this man's body from rotting, she didn't seem to be able to help him much.
Seeing that no one spoke, Clemont shook his head speechlessly. There were at least a hundred noble women present, and there was not even a magician who could heal. Let alone a magician, he was just an ordinary priest.
A pastor is fine too!
Oh, what a pity! If fighting spirit could save people, I would do it myself!
Looking at the injured person who began to twitch on the ground, Clemont shook his head regretfully.
But at this moment, a voice that made Clemont tremble involuntarily sounded from behind the crowd.
"Let me do it!"
Listening to this slightly lazy voice, everyone immediately made way for a path.