"Kill! Kill them all! ”

"Pol, watch out!"

"Ahh My hand! My hand! ”

Blood mixed with sweat flowed down Atria's head, blurring one of his eyes and covering his vision, at this time he could no longer feel any blood boiling, everywhere was cold, the coldness of armor, the coldness of the sword, the coldness of stubble splashing, and even the coldness of death.

The cold enveloped him, like an endless darkness that wanted to consume him.

It was only when the hot blood from the knight's body splashed on Atria's face that he could feel a trace of human warmth, that he was not alone.

As for the ghouls who were frantically pouring towards him, they didn't have blood, most of them were skeletons, and even the corpses that had just died didn't rot in the low temperatures of the north, and their blood was frozen because of the low temperatures.

And it is these corpses that act only on instinct that are pushing them to death little by little.

"Boom!" Atria struggled to smash the two ghouls that lunged at him, his sword had already been curled, and he pressed his sword against the two ghouls at the waist, pushing them outward, causing them to stagger back a few steps.

But this didn't help, and after they had recovered, they would continue to pounce, and only by completely cutting off their mobility could they be stopped.

Atria had intended to cut them in half, but due to the lack of strength and the dullness of his weapon, it did not succeed and only took a few steps back from the ghouls.

These guys are incredibly powerful. If it weren't for the strength of Atria exerted all his strength. I'm afraid I can't deal with them.

This is also because the knight has enough food on weekdays. And the food is also wrong, so that there is such a great power, otherwise with those civilians who don't want to talk about meat, they can't even eat enough, I'm afraid that they will be bitten to the ground by ghouls in front of them.

As for why he didn't use his horse, Atria had already been dragged off his horse by the ghouls, and his situation was indeed dangerous at the time, if not for the fact that most of the knights had engaged in hand-to-hand combat. The energy of the ghouls is scattered everywhere, and I am afraid that Atria will have been dismembered by the ghouls at that time, and there is no possibility of resisting now.

Taking a deep breath, Atria's eyes flashed with a fierce light, "Die!" He let out a low roar, clenching his sword and slamming back at the two ghouls that were coming straight for him.

The already blunt sword thrust into the ghoul's body with a thud, and Atrea knocked the other ghoul aside with the armor on his shoulder, and then carried it headlong to the ground.

Snowflakes are splashing, and a small layer of thick snow has accumulated on the ground at this time, and the snow is falling. As if mad, Atria drew his sword and slashed at the ghouls beneath him.

"Die! Die! Die! He roared with red eyes.

The ghoul struggled under his sword. Like a dying beast, its ferocity is undiminished, but unfortunately the hand holding the rusty dagger has been cut off by Atria in the first place.

The red blood and snowflakes mingled together as if to form a magnificent symphony, the blood flowers were thrown in an arc around Atria, and the minced flesh and the cold blade mixed together, like a razor cutting through the minced meat.

The ghoul struggled incessantly, but without its weapon, it was long gone, leaving only roars and fangs, which could not shake Atria's heart.

Gradually, the ghoul's struggle weakened, like a dying prey swallowing its last breath, and after a frantic slash of the long sword, the ghoul's body was cut to pieces by Atria, and his arms and legs were broken into pieces, and he couldn't struggle anymore.

But it squirmed, still trying to get up.

The stubbornness of the ghouls frightened Atria, he didn't understand why these corpses could move, what force made them stand up, Atria didn't know, but a fear welled up in his heart.

With a slight sigh of relief, Atria's longsword loosened slightly, and he collapsed to the ground, as if he had lost his strength.

The neighing of humans, the terrible and disgusting cries of ghouls, the neighing of warhorses, the crisp sound of weapons clashing against each other reached Atria's ears, and he was a little more refreshed.

His horse was swaying slowly not far away, and it seemed that because the ghouls had prioritized the hunting of humans, it had been lucky enough to escape, but when all the knights were dead, it still had to die.

Atria's sword had long since dulled down, and he had to contend not only against the skeletons of bones, but also against the knightly ghouls who had just died, and the armor on those guys was much harder than bones.

But fortunately, Atria has yet to meet Diger, either alive or dead.

This shows that he is at least alive.

"Roar!" A low growl that seemed to come out of his throat caught Atria's attention, and he turned his head to find that the ghoul he had pushed away had somehow stood up and was opening its disgusting mouth towards him.

At the same time, several ghouls, including the corpse of a knight, were also eyeing the place.

Atria's heart quickly cooled, he knew that he was going to die, but strangely, his heart didn't seem to fluctuate much, as if it had been expected for a long time.

Maybe that's really the case, when they are surrounded, and then lose the buffer distance to spread the impact, the end between the human knight and the ghoul is already doomed.

Atria gripped the sword again, placing it sideways in front of him, unindistinguishable from a burning stick, ready to destroy a draugr one last time before he died, at least not to turn himself into something like this.

He has no regrets, from the moment he sets foot on the battlefield, he is ready to die, the only difference is whether his death is worth it or not.

Now it seems that Atria only regrets one thing, that is, not to mention exchanging the head of the stranger for gold coins, even what the stranger looks like. He hadn't seen it.

"Boy. You're looking for death. ”

Just as Atria was preparing to make a last-ditch desperate effort. Suddenly, a hoarse, somewhat unpleasant voice came from behind him.

He looked back and saw Diggle severing the limbs of a ghoul before rushing towards him.

"Hurry up!" Diggle let out a roar at Atria, then rushed over in three steps and two steps, grabbed his arm and ran to the other side.

By this time, the ghouls had already screamed and pounced, but Atria stumbled in the other direction with Digger and just got out of the way.

Diggle didn't look back. Seeing a sparse and empty uphill ghoul, he led Atria all the way, and snatched the sword from the severed hand and stump that he had broken off and writhed as he passed by the corpse of a wriggling knight.

"Next!" He tossed the sword to Atria, who grabbed it, and then Digger muttered in a low voice, "You should have changed your sword." ”

Atria gasped and tried his best to keep up with Diggle, knowing that he couldn't be left behind at this time. If Diggle is left behind, he won't come back to save him, and it is already benevolent to be able to pull him along.

It may also be seen in the knight if he dies. Becoming a ghoul is more difficult to deal with.

However, he wondered why Diggle looked older than himself, but his physical strength was still so abundant, could it be that his physical strength was good.

Atria quickly kept this doubt to himself, but he learned how to conserve his strength in the next war.

If there is a next time.

Sure enough, after running for less than two steps, Diggle said, "I'm not here to save your boy, it's just that this direction is the best way to escape, and you hapless guy just happens to be here." ”

Instead of wondering, Atria gasped and stumbled and asked, "What's that......?" So what do we do now. ”

Instead of answering him, Diggle didn't even look back at the ghouls who were chasing them, but said, "Run!" ”

The physical fitness of the knights is very good, far beyond ordinary people, although it is not beyond the scope of normal people, but in this Middle Ages, where combat is basically hand-to-hand combat, their feet are very fast.

Although Atria was exhausted and close to exhaustion, he still managed to keep up with Diger's speed.

As soon as they climbed the hill, a skeleton ghoul hidden in the snow and dirt jumped up, jumped out, and jumped at the two of them like a spring, and the two knights did not panic, but swung their long swords very calmly at the same time, cutting the self-killing ghoul into three pieces.

It fell to the ground, and the severed hand and foot stump still crawled towards the two of them, but was soon left behind by Diggle and Atria.

Climbing up the hill with his hands and feet, Diggle was also a little out of breath, and he gasped and said, "Anything can happen in this world, so don't give up hope at any time." ”

Atria had long been out of breath and couldn't answer, so he could only spit out the white mist in a big gulp, and then nodded his head incessantly.

The icy air surrounded the two of them, and the temperature had dropped to a cold level, and even the warm breath that had just left the mouth would be crystallized by the low temperature.

Winter has finally spread to the land, and it comes with the ghouls and with death.

The two of them stood on this low hill, looking down at almost unobstructed, behind them were also lone knights fighting with ghouls, and the sides were also scuffles, there were scuffles everywhere, and they were surrounded by ghouls, and they blocked the knights in it, fighting separately and unable to form an impact.

But after all, the knight's single combat ability is also extremely powerful, and he can deal with three or four ordinary soldiers, and if he is not surrounded by ghouls, they can deal with more such thoughtless guys.

Although the knights are more powerful after death, they are still in small numbers, and the balance of battle is gradually tilting in favor of humans, and the knights will soon wipe out the ghouls, but they have also suffered huge casualties.

The small mound didn't seem to be on target yet, but the small group of ghouls that followed the two of them soon began to climb the hillside as well.

They move fast and slowly, but eventually they all come to the two of them.

"What are we going to do?" Atria asked as he pressed his sword to the ground, then gasped.

Naturally, Diggle also noticed the battle below, the experienced old knights knew better than Atria when victory would come, but before victory came, the first thing they needed was to protect their lives and deal with the desperate enemy in front of them.

"It's simple." "Kill them before we die." ”

His sword slashed downward, knocking down the right arm of the skeleton ghoul that had climbed up first because of its lightness, and its bones fell to the ground with a sparse thud......

Sir Herens's condition was much better than that of ordinary knights, after all, he had many guards around him to protect him, and even if he was surrounded by a large group of ghouls, he did not fall into a dangerous situation.

His knight team did not carry out a large-scale charge, so naturally he did not rush into the encirclement of the ghouls, surrounded by front and rear, but after realizing that those ghouls would not be defeated by ordinary charges, Herens immediately organized his men and began to deal with them in small-scale combat.

The knights' combat effectiveness was indeed very high, and under the prepared counterattack, those small number of ghouls were quickly dismantled by the sharp swords in their hands.

But to Herrens' surprise and distraction, his scout team hadn't reported for a long time since the battle began.

This may have been due to the fact that they had been intercepted by the ghouls at the beginning of the battle, but it did make Herens uneasy.

However, the only good news diluted all the gloom of the war, that is, although there were many of these ghouls, their number was still reduced by the knights' progress, and it was believed that it would not be long before they would be completely broken into pieces by the knights, and even if they did not die, they would not be able to move.

Without the ghouls, the few aliens are naturally no match for humans, and even if they are stacked with numbers, they can be piled to death.

The only problem is how to find the strangers, if they go into hiding, slaughter one human village after another, and accumulate strength again, I am afraid that with those civilian town guards, it is indeed unstoppable.

How to find them out, or catch them all.

Seeing that victory was in sight, Herens's thoughts drifted far away for a moment, and even thought about what would happen after the victory, but he probably didn't expect that these ghouls, who were already as black as a mountain of corpses in his eyes, were actually nothing in the overall ghouls.

The terrible thing about ghouls is their numbers, terrible numbers...... Even far beyond what Herrens could have imagined.

When the knights completely wipe out the countless ghouls in front of them, I am afraid that this is the time when the real huge main force of the ghoul army arrives. (To be continued.) )