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Chapter 126: 0125: Lost

Several monsters died.

They may not understand the philosophy preached by Apostle Qi Bing, but the nature of bloodthirsty and killing is deeply rooted in their hearts. Pairs of scarlet eyes raised their figures in the black smoke, and bared their fangs dripping with saliva.

Meng secretly thought it was bad.

He was about to continue running, but found that the scholars made a new movement. A wooden plank was hung horizontally to block the spikes, creating a platform to lean on in the opposite angled eaves.

"Smart ghost."

Mo wiped the sweat and ashes off his face, and immediately clamped down on his mount.

The wolf whined, and began to sprint rapidly, relying on the agility and strength that surpassed monsters, tossed and turned among the stones, and finally stepped on a piece of burning wood and flew towards the target.

Oops, not enough!
Meng is very sensitive to distance, and the result of his prediction is not optimistic.

At the beginning of the construction of the wall, the nearby obstacles have been cleared away. This jump is already doing everything possible. If it fails, you can only continue to run for your life!

The soles of the wolf's front feet barely rested on the wooden plank, but the back half of its body fell down uncontrollably.

Meng immediately jumped out to reduce the weight, and hung side by side. The werewolf chasing behind let out a terrifying howl, with uncontrollable anger in his voice.

"Quick, come up!"

People behind the walled platform shouted anxiously.

The garrison stepped forward, they had taken care of the mounts of the tribal cavalry, so they were not afraid of the wolf-a few strong men teamed up to drag the beast up!
The scholars also wanted to help, but were intimidated by the hostility in their blindfolded eyes.

Mag volleyed a few arrows, which hardly caused any obstruction. The secret medicine soaked in the wood could make a seriously injured monster miserable, but this did not mean that it was absolutely safe.

"what!"

Meng's right leg was bitten by the leaping werewolf.

Soon, there were already several monsters attached to the bottom, and they either dragged him up, or dragged him down to share their food.

Mag made a decisive decision and cut the bowstring with a knife.

She inserted the iron hook in front of the bow arm into the gap, threw the other end to the northerner in front of her, and then ordered several men around to pull out their spears to interfere!
Puff, ouch——

A scholar accidentally hit and stabbed the iron point into the monster's eye socket, and thick body fluid spurted out. The werewolf let out a tragic howl, let go of his mouth and fell backwards.

"what."

Meng gritted his teeth and tightened his bow arm, using his strength to roll over the platform where people were standing, and fell directly to the ground.

He barely turned over, and felt pain in his internal organs, and lay on his back panting continuously.

The scholars took back the boards and looked down at the city wall with lingering fear—the distorted monsters looked at the humans on top with venomous eyes, then scattered and returned to the shadows.

"Are you ok?"

The people of Norin Kingdom approached Meng, wanting to help him.

The guards opened their mouths to stop them, but they didn't have time. They migrated all the way from the Dua tribe, and they knew that most of the people in Heila were unwilling to get close to others.

really……

"Get out of the way," Meng, who was frowning and panting, suddenly opened his eyes, and immediately knocked off the approaching palms and stood up. "Do not touch me."

The scholar was so painful that he bared his teeth and backed away, shouting, "Hey, we just saved you!"

The wolf jumped up in front of its master, baring its fangs and glaring at the group of guys. It didn't even need to growl, it frightened the group of white cubs into place.

Covering his arms, he staggered onto his mount, and he replied indifferently:

"I saved you too, even."

Before the scholar had time to step forward to ask him what he meant by that sentence, he was pulled away by the guards of the Santon Kaya tribe to persuade him.

Meng turned his head silently.

But the scholars of Norin Kingdom were all annoyed by this move!

Only the two [Singers] shook their heads and sighed—their companions had never experienced migration, and they didn't know how many people this young spearman had protected.

"Quiet!"

McGonagall's voice silenced all opinions.

She could see that Meng's calf was still bleeding, and the scars on his hands were still red and shiny.

In this space inside the wall, needles could be heard.

"The monsters ran away." The last guard who came down said, his tone was not confident enough.

Afterwards, everyone pricked up their ears, and sure enough, they didn't hear any more commotion.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the urgent whistle suddenly echoed throughout Santon Kaya. At this time, the pulleys near the wall began to rotate rapidly, and the wood was completely locked. While the defense strength doubled, There is no way to replace it!

McGonagall looked at the high sentry tower in horror.

She knew exactly what these signs meant—the werewolf had broken through the wall.

Burke Bartley looked down expressionlessly, but a careful comparison reveals that the chief engineer's eyes fell on the Northern Spearman.

"My God, hurry up, we have to hide at the altar!"

"There is a secret magic circle to hold on to, let's run!"

"Go, remember to light the fire."

……

All kinds of voices sounded, and everyone fled in disorderly footsteps.

The gates in the village are all opened...

The refugees and the refugees came out in a single file, meeting to run towards a fixed place.

The flames are burning!

That was the resident in charge of breaking the back, who ignited the secret magic circle, hoping to use the power of the secret medicine to resist these cursed monsters.

In the blink of an eye, the originally lonely and empty Santon Kaya was covered by screams and chaotic collisions.

There were waves of heat in the air.

When Mag looked back, he found that Monton was in place:

His eyes were wide open, as if he was being repeatedly washed by negative emotions, and there was an unimaginable sense of heaviness, which was blessing the young spearman.

"Hey you……"

McGonagall originally thought that her own tone was too harsh and hurt the other person's heart, but then she saw:

Meng clenched his saber tightly, gritted his teeth and rushed in another direction.

"where are you going?"

"It's too late," the scholars pushed and took Mag away. "Leave him alone."

……

Meng's chest heaved and his mouth opened wide, but that strong sense of suffocation just couldn't go away.

He knew: If the entire wall was repaired, and the werewolf entered the tribe, it could only mean that the monster had reached the end of the wall, climbed over the rugged cliff, and opened a place from the inside to the outside. The mouth that can release more companions.

In the entire Sandton Kaya, there is only one place that fits this description.

That's where Ken Bouvier ordered him to be stationed!

"This is your salvation!"

"If you can't keep it, many people will die."

The sound of the battle jingle echoed in his ears, and he didn't dare to think about more things at all, so he could only keep urging the mount under his crotch to speed up.

The wolf runs like the wind, but it is still not enough.

"what--"

Meng howled in pain.

He felt his back start to feel cold, and heavy ghosts were pressing on his shoulders again. At the same time, the tragedy that had happened in the Dongge tribe.

The severed limbs and flesh of those compatriots, and the monstrous sea of ​​flames, all became more real in this scorching heat wave...

(End of this chapter)