The ghouls came so suddenly that the barbarians did not have time to build a ring-shaped bonfire to stop them.
The five chiliarchs each led two hundred spear-wielding women and raiders to form a defensive line at the southeast of the crematorium. Meanwhile, the ghouls avoided the embers of the crematorium and gathered in the east.
Before today, the barbarians had never been attacked by an army of ghouls.
Usually, there would be one or two hundred ghouls mixed with two or three white ghouls. Usually, the barbarians would deal with them with more than ten times that number.
Two or three barbarians holding torches would surround a ghoul and burn it. This was their tactic.
Since ghouls were not zombies, they would not be infected by the virus if they were bitten or scratched.
Their strengthened physique and the weapons in their hands were the greatest threat to the defenders.
If someone could block the ghoul's attack, his companions would be able to set him on fire without any worries.
But now, the ghouls outnumbered the barbarians at the defensive line. In fact, they outnumbered the barbarians by several times. The moment the two armies clashed, the situation developed in the direction of the barbarian army's collapse.
In the eyes of the night watchers on the city wall, the one thousand barbarian warriors holding torches were like a small island in the dark sea. The flames of their torches connected to form a narrow island of flames.
The endless wave of icy ghouls could be seen eating away at the fiery red land bit by bit.
On one side, the battle cries were drowned out bit by bit as the number of torches decreased. On the other side, the barbarians were silent, cold, and merciless as they attacked the shore of flames.
In the new camp.
The barbarian women and children hiding behind the simple fence felt a chill in their hearts. The hope in their hearts was extinguished bit by bit like the number of barbarians' torches. The fear and despair in their hearts were spreading like the tide of ghouls.
"F * ck!" The witch warrior cursed with an ugly expression. She raised the weirwood spear in her hand and pierced it with the speed of a shooting star. It went straight for the eye that was flickering with a faint blue light.
"Chi!" Without any obstruction, it hit First Old Man's left eye. The spear pierced a foot deep into his eye socket, and a small section of the white weirwood spear emerged from the back of his head.
"Chi!" As if it was not his own eye that was stabbed, First Old Man Eugen did not care. He stepped forward and slashed at Morona.
At the same time, the sound of something tearing through the air came from Morona's right. A pale white light drew a crescent arc and landed on her right shoulder.
"Dingdang!" Fortunately, Morona wasn't fighting alone. Behind her, a bearded barbarian raised his axe and blocked the longsword that killed First Old Man Eugen.
It was a very ordinary long sword. The blade was two and a half feet long and two fingers wide. On both sides of the blade, there were more than a dozen notches as small as rice grains and as big as broad beans. However, the sword was well maintained. The body of the sword had been polished until it was snow-white, and it even had the smell of butter.
"Knight Harmon?" After seeing the owner of the sword, the bearded man groaned and cursed, "You owe me three sheep, and you died. Now, he had killed First Old Man. You really deserve to die. Let the deviant ghosts take this guy away! "
Taking a step back to avoid First Old Man's broken sword, Morona quickly stepped forward and pulled out her spear. She scolded, "He's already been taken away by the deviant ghosts. If you don't want to join them, immediately cut off this dog's head."
"Knight" Harmon, like Morona, was the leader of a small tribe. He had once killed a black-clothed man who used to be a knight and obtained his iron sword and black panther fur coat. Because he often imitated the roaming cavalry, hanging a longsword at his waist and wearing a black cape, he was given the nickname "Knight".
In the battle with Harmon, First Old Man Eugen had only made one mistake: being poor.
Because he was poor, his equipment wasn't as good as others. Using a bronze scimitar against a steel longsword, and the one wielding the sword was a Corpse Ghost that had its strength increased, he didn't die in vain.
"Thump, thump, thump …" Four large creatures dragged tree trunks out of the darkness. They avoided the remaining half of the defenders and walked towards the barbarians' camp.
"Damn it, the giants are heading towards the camp!" Wale cursed as he threw away the extinguished torch in his hand and held his sword with both hands. Seeing that the barbarians were panting and that the torches were almost all extinguished, she couldn't help but cry out in despair, "Let's retreat back to the camp. There are Corpse Ghosts heading towards the camp. We've lost the defense line!"
"No!" Morona used her spear to push First Old Man Eugen into the cremation pile as she screamed in a distorted voice, "The rest of you, retreat into the forest! There's no hope. There are White Ghosts in the Corpse Ghost horde. If we die, there'll be one more of those bastards. We've been fighting for so long and they're still increasing. Let's run. Let's save as many as we can. "
Big Beard Solon, who had saved Morona's life, roared, "No, my son —"
"My son is also in the new camp." Morona looked at First Old Man who was struggling in the fire and smiled bitterly, "We can't stop them. The camp's fences are simple and the area is large. If the Corpse Ghosts break through from one direction, we'll be finished. "
"What about the Night Watchers?" Solon asked unwillingly.
"They've never seen the Corpse Ghosts before. They're probably hiding on the Great Wall and peeing their pants."
The few of them spoke as they approached each other, forming an offensive and defensive formation.
For example, Bearded Man raised his axe to block the Corpse Ghosts' attacks while Morona kicked or stabbed with her spear, sending the Corpse Ghosts into the cremation pile.
The line of defense that had stopped the ghouls from charging into the camp had completely collapsed. The remaining savages, like their leader, threw away their extinguished torches and stood by the cremation pile. Some even threw a shield into the fire and stepped on it themselves.
"The Night Watchers are blowing the horn. I can even smell the urine in the horn. It's the smell of fear," said 'Wood Ear' Keller, who was leaning on Wale's back.
"We can't run. The Dragon Queen will come back as soon as she hears the horn," Wale said solemnly.
Morona shook her head in despair, "I'm afraid she won't hear it! Also, so what if she hears the horn? She'll take the risk to save — "
"Hiss —"
A loud dragon's roar suddenly exploded in the sky. The savages looked up in surprise and saw a bright red dragon flame like a sword of divine punishment. It started from the edge of the cremation platform and went all the way to the east gate of the new camp.
In just two breaths, the Megalosaurus rose again and disappeared into the dark sky. Only dozens of burning Corpse Ghosts were left on the ground that was swept by the dragon flame.
Morona was stunned. Two streams of tears suddenly flowed down her face. She raised her spear and shouted excitedly, "Long live the Dragon Queen!"
"Long live the Dragon Queen!" "Long live the Dragon Queen!"
"Long live Her Majesty Danny Lise!"
"Long live Her Majesty Danny Lise!"
The cheers spread like wildfire in the forest. In just a moment, from the savages' camp below the Great Wall to the Night Watchers who were watching in fear at the top of the Great Wall, everyone was shouting "Long live the Queen".
"Hiss!" Blackie roared in the sky in response to everyone's cheers.
Then, the black dragon drew an arc in the night sky and landed on the Great Wall.
Under the confused gazes of the Night Watchers, Danny shouted on the dragon's back, "This is a battle that belongs to all humans. You, me, and the savages below the Great Wall.
Now, all Night Watchers, open the gate, bring your shields and swords, and fight the Deviant Ghosts! "
"Hiss —" Without waiting for the Night Watchers to respond, Blackie landed on the savages' camp like a Meng Zazi.
"Ah, the Megalosaurus is here. The Dragon Queen is here!" The savages in the camp ran away in panic, leaving an empty space for the Megalosaurus.
"Dragon Queen, why are you here instead of bringing the dragon to burn the Deviant Ghosts?" A man with a dry face approached carefully and asked anxiously.
Danny ignored him and shouted, "Where is the Chiliarch?"
"I am the Chiliarch, Hunter Harley." The man with a dry face said.
"Chiliarch, bring your men and follow me to battle." Danny jumped off the dragon's back, pulled down her helmet, and pulled out the sword at her waist. The savages were stunned.
"Uh, you, you are not riding the dragon … spitting fire?" Harley stammered, his face full of confusion.
Danny touched the blade of the sword with her left hand. With a whoosh, three feet of bright red flames rose from the sword.
She raised the flaming sword high and shouted, "The Dragon Queen is here. Chiliarch, Centurion, bring your shields and come to me immediately!"
"Hiss!" Blackie let out a low roar and immediately raised its neck. Wisps of willow-like flames appeared out of thin air and intertwined in its mouth to form a bright red fireball the size of a washbasin.
The savages were at a loss, but they hurriedly ran to the Dragon Queen. They only muttered in their hearts, "Is the Queen crazy? We are still in the middle of the camp. Why did you let the dragon spit fire? Instead of burning the deviant ghosts, you spit fire at the camp? "
Then, the black dragon lowered its head again. With a burp, the fireball rolled out of its mouth and hit the top of the Dragon Queen's head.
"Be careful, the Demonic Dragon is killing its master!" Harley's dry face scrunched up. But in the next moment, the small eyes on his face that were twisted into a crooked slit suddenly opened. His eyeballs protruded as if they were about to explode from shock.
When the fireball was about to hit the top of the Dragon Queen's head, it suddenly turned in the air and landed on her left side. It was caught by her left hand.
It was as easy as holding a rubber ball in the palm of an ordinary person's hand.
Danny had a big fireball in her left hand and a flaming sword in her right. There was also a black dragon with a second fireball in its mouth behind her. It was really majestic and eye-catching.
She looked around at the savages around her and shouted, "Are you all stunned? The deviant ghosts have already broken through the camp gate. Didn't you hear the call of the free people? "
"Oh, oh, oh." Harley's bulging eyeballs shrank back. He ran over with a dozen women holding shields and spears. "What should we do?"
"We don't have enough people …" Danny frowned.
"The main force went out with Big Old Man and Wa 'er. The rest are fighting the deviant ghosts at the fence of the camp." Harley quickly explained.
Danny nodded and ordered loudly, "Everyone else, raise your shields and block the black dragon's left and right sides. Harley, you are now my attendant. Protect my safety."
After saying that, she strode towards the northeast corner where the fighting was the most intense.
Blackie had a fireball in its mouth. Its body was on the ground, its wings and hind legs were on the ground. It crawled forward like a lizard.
Its movements were a little strange and wretched, but its speed was not slow at all. It followed closely behind the Dragon Queen's running footsteps.
More importantly, it lowered its body so that its abdomen was on the ground. Most of its torso was under the protection of the women holding shields and spears.
Mother Dragon no longer had to worry about an ice spear suddenly flying over and killing her dragon.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Harley seemed to have really become Danny's knight attendant. He raised his oak shield in front of her and shouted, "The Dragon Queen is here. Chiliarchs, centurions, bring your shieldmen and protect the Megalosaurus."
As he shouted, more and more savages rushed over. They held bronze shields, round oak shields, and curved wooden shields wrapped in animal skin. They surrounded Blackie tightly.
At the edge of the camp, the light of the fire and the cold air intertwined. Shouts and cries were mixed together.
The fence was built with freshly cut tree trunks. It had been lit long ago and was releasing choking smoke.
In addition to the thick cold fog brought by the deviant ghosts, Danny couldn't see the battlefield clearly. She could only see the savages retreating in defeat with the hazy light of the fire. People kept falling down, and there were also corpses that were set ablaze like torches.
"Boom —"
"Ahhh —"
The giant ghoul hugged the tree trunk that was as thick as a thigh and ten meters long and swept across the area. The barbarians wailed as they were cleared out. Among them, there were two twisted corpses that fell in front of Dani with a 'plop'.
Danny frowned and stepped over one of the corpses. She shouted to the front, "Everyone, back off. Let me clear this place!"
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