When night fell, the battle gradually came to a stop.
The fearless and tireless wizard beasts retreated under the command of the sorcerers and hid in the forest far away. It was difficult to figure out their intentions.
Looking down from the high hill, the dark forest was filled with the eyes of the wizard beasts, some green and some scarlet.
Charles, with his white hair and beard, stood at the corner of the high hill with the rune longsword in his hand. He looked at the surrounding forest from afar. His heart felt like it was weighed down by a thousand-pound boulder. Even breathing was difficult.
Seriously speaking, almost all of Gao Gang's Demon-Hunter Knights responded to his call to fight. Now that everyone was trapped on the high hill, they could not move and could only wait passively for the sorcerers' follow-up attack.
What were the sorcerers planning by hiding in the dark? Could this group of people successfully resist the enemy's attack and wait until the enemy's strength was exhausted? …
His chaotic thoughts kept spinning around in his mind like a horse lantern, causing him to be lost in thought for a moment.
Footsteps sounded behind him.
Charles did not need to turn around to know who it was from the familiar footsteps.
Sure enough, Musselle's calm and loud voice sounded, "The enemy has retreated for the time being! The injured knights have just settled down. "
Charles' determined face became gloomy, and he said in a low voice, "How are the casualties on our side? How many knights can still fight on horseback? "
"…" After a moment of silence, Musselle's voice also became low, "There are about 386 people who can still fight on horseback. The rest …"
In the first chaos after entering the forest, the demon hunters lost almost a hundred people to the sneak attacks of the sorcerers. In the arduous journey, another twenty to thirty knights fell on the road. After the long bloody battle in the forest, there were only 386 knights left. Didn't that mean that the knights had lost more than 300 people in the battle just now?
Although most of the casualties were due to the biological toxins on the claws of the wizard beasts and lost their combat power, it was no different from dying on the battlefield when surrounded by enemies. It was even to the extent that on many occasions, these fellows who were heavily injured and on the verge of death would rather die under the claws of Shaman Beasts.
After all, the Demon Hunter Knights had always been known for their fierce attacks and swift movement on the battlefield. Now that they were dragging more than 300 injured people on their backs, how could they break through the enemy's encirclement?
The rest of the Radiant Knights also gathered around, waiting for their leader Charles' orders with resolute eyes.
The muscles in Charles' face began to tremble slightly.
It was so easy to give an order! But behind every order was a mountain of bloody corpses of Demon Hunter Knights.
As the leader of the knights, he knew very well what kind of order could save the lives of the remaining Demon Hunters. But … but when the words reached his mouth, his grizzled beard trembled, and he still couldn't say them.
Abandoning his companions! Abandoning their comrades!
Since when did the Knight's Maxim, which the Demon-Hunter Knights had always followed, become a number that could be added and subtracted on paper?
Seeing the difficult and painful choice of the leader, the more pragmatic Mussel said calmly, "It's impossible for everyone to break out! We can't abandon the wounded here. So, Charles, take some people and break out! I'll stay with them and continue to defend. You take some people back to the camp … and ask for help. Winsol and the others won't leave us in the lurch! "
When he said the word 'ask for help', Mussel's words also became difficult.
As a proud Radiant Knight, making Charles bow to the stubborn and conservative Winsol was undoubtedly another and more difficult battle. However, the current situation forced him to say it.
The muscles on Charles' face twitched even more violently.
Finally, the leader of the Radicals made up his mind and said resolutely, "No, Mussel, I shouldn't be the one to go back. I should bear the greatest responsibility for today's reckless advance, so I have to stay and stabilize the morale of the army. You, Collier, Arnes, José, the four of you will lead 200 people back to ask for help. You can tell Winsol that as long as he's willing to help, I … I'm willing to hand over all my authority … "
The scene suddenly fell into a dead silence.
Every Radicals' face revealed a pained and struggling expression.
With Charles' order, it meant that from now on, the Radicals would forever be inferior to the Conservative Knights. For the proud and arrogant Knights, this was something more painful than death!
However, just as everyone's emotions were in turmoil, an extremely terrified scream suddenly came from a corner of the high hill. Soon after, like a storm sweeping over, the entire camp was filled with cries of pain.
"What are you guys panicking about?" Mussel drew out the brilliant rune longsword and shouted, "Stay calm, the enemy hasn't …"
Before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly changed.
Unknowingly, an unpleasant stench of decay had entered the camp along with the night fog that filled the forest. It was like a shepherd boy blowing a bewitching piccolo. When the stench spread throughout the camp, the wounded who were lying on the high hills and dying suddenly experienced a terrifying change.
The Knights could clearly see that in the open space closest to them, an injured person with a weak breath suddenly began to convulse violently. His originally pale face suddenly flushed red, and he gritted his teeth so hard that they creaked. Milky white foam continuously gushed out from his mouth and nose.
His eyes were wide open, and because he used too much force, even the corners of his eyes were broken. Purplish black blood gushed out from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. His body began to twist and contort into various unimaginable forms.
After spitting out the blood, he began to scratch his body with all his might. He used so much force that the skin on his face and body were all bloody and mangled.
A Demon Hunter Knight in charge of taking care of him wanted to stop him, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not stop him from harming himself. Instead, he was bitten on the arm.
All the Radiant Knights possessed extremely strong physiques, but at this moment, they could vaguely feel a trace of discomfort. They looked around in panic, and finally found the culprit that caused the chaos in the camp.
Fog!
No, to be more specific, it should be some kind of mysterious substance that had blended into the fog!
The injured knights in the camp were undoubtedly the weakest in terms of physique and spirit. Hence, some of the mysterious black particles in the fog could be seen swimming into their wounds like fish. As far as the eye could see, the injured on the high hill were all surrounded by thick black smoke.
Amidst the black smoke, the injured knights struggled in pain, tearing their armors and inner linings, and even scratching their own flesh until it was dripping with blood. It looked like they were about to tear their own skin off.
As the black smoke blended in, the appearance of these injured suddenly changed drastically.
The skin on the surface of their bodies began to melt, and the bright red muscles and tendons were directly exposed to the air, causing everyone to become bright red. But gradually, the color of blood began to fade, and a sticky and disgusting liquid began to fill the surface of their bodies, causing them to become wet again.
The thick muscles and tendons gathered together, and the insufficient stretching caused their bodies to become thin and hunched. However, the strength of their bones and muscles was clearly much stronger than before. They were roaring angrily. At first, they were like mournful wails of humans, but later on, they became more like wild beasts, and only strange "hehe" sounds were left.
Sharp fangs, sharp claws, and spines on their backs began to grow rapidly. When "their" claws subconsciously scratched a piece of rock, there was a crisp sound, and dazzling sparks exploded.
Right in front of the Radiant Knights, on this high hill, a wounded knight who was on the verge of death actually completed his undead transformation. He was forcefully transformed by a powerful evil force into an undead creature that had never appeared in the Knight Plane before — — a ghoul!
After completing the undead transformation, this ghoul turned over and crawled on the ground. Its eyelids suddenly flipped, revealing milky white and turbid eyeballs. It was so white that no pupils could be seen.
Although it did not have pupils, this did not hinder the ghoul's vision. Its special life perception made it especially sensitive to the aura of life! It opened its mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, and let out a low and threatening roar at the Radiant Knights.
Its body bent slightly, and its strong hind legs stomped on the ground with great force. This ghoul pounced at the demon hunter knight closest to it like a sharp arrow.
The demon hunter knight was clearly stunned by the scene in front of him. He retreated in fear, but could not think of drawing his sword to fight back. This … This was a comrade that he was once familiar with!
As a Radiant Knight, Musselle had undoubtedly experienced far more terrifying and strange things in his life than the young demon hunter knights. He quickly broke free from his shock and fear, and rushed forward. He held the sharp sword in his hand horizontally, and slapped the body of the leaping ghoul with the flat of the sword.
"Get down!"
As he roared, the ghoul was sent flying, and it crashed into a small tree that was as thick as a human's waist ten meters away. The sound of bones cracking could also be heard from the ghoul's body.
But this blow clearly did not make the ghoul lose its ability to fight.
The ghoul rolled on the ground a few times, and when it got up again, most of the bones on the front of its body were already broken. But it actually struggled to get up without a care, dragging its twisted and slanted body towards Musselle again.
"Die!"
Musselle finally recognized reality, and no longer held back. The sword in his hand flashed, and like a sharp knife cutting through paper, it silently cut the ghoul in half. But when the sword cut through the ghoul's spine, he felt a slight obstruction in his hand, and his expression changed slightly.
He was a Grade 2 Radiant Knight!
If even he felt a slight obstruction when slashing this monster, what would happen to the other demon hunter knights when they encountered monsters?
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