Age of Adepts

As the night fell, the fighting gradually began to stop.

Those dreadful beasts who were fearless and never tired retreated under the command of the wizard, hiding in the distant mountain forests, and it was temporarily difficult to understand their intentions.

Standing on a high post, the dark jungle is filled with dark green or scarlet witch eyes.

The white Charles knight stood at the corner of the high post with a long sword in his hand, looking remotely at the surrounding jungle, his head pressed against a kilogram of boulder, even his breathing was so difficult.

Seriously, almost all of these Hound Knights on and off high duty responded to his call to go to war. Now besieged by the island's high ranks, it is difficult to move and can only wait passively for the wizards to attack.

What are the sorcerers planning to hide in the dark? Will this group of their own be able to successfully resist the enemy's attacks until the moment they are exhausted? ……

The confusion kept him wandering like a lantern, driving him crazy for a while.

The back footsteps sounded.

Even without turning back, Charles has judged from that familiar footsteps who is coming.

Indeed, Knight Mussel's steady, bright voice sounded immediately: “The enemy has temporarily retreated! The wounded knight has just settled down. ”

Charles' tenacious face also darkened, "How's the damage on our side? How many more knights can fight on horseback? ”

“…” was silent for a moment and Mussel's voice began to become low: “There are still about 386 people still able to fight across horses, the rest…”

In the first mayhem of the forest, the Hound Knight was attacked by a ghostly wizard, damaging hundreds of people. Twenty or thirty more knights fell on the road during the difficult journey. After a long jungle bloody battle, there are only 386 remaining Knights left, which means that the Knights have already lost more than 300 more people in World War I.

Although most of the attritions were infected with the biotoxin on the claw teeth of the beast and lost their fighting power, what's the difference between losing their fighting power and dying sand fields in this enemy's heavy siege? Even more often than not, these wounded and dying guys die more painfully under the teeth of a witch's claw.

After all, the Knights of the Hunters have always been known for their rapid attacks and rapid battlefield mobility. With more than 300 wounded on their backs now, how can they break through the enemy's perimeter?

The rest of the shining knights also approached with their eyes firmly awaiting the command of Chief Charles.

Charles' facial muscles began to tremble slightly.

Issuing an order is not easy! Behind each order, however, are piles of bloody bones of the Hound Knights as high as the hills.

As a knight chief, he knew exactly what orders would save the lives of the remaining hunter knights. But... but to his mouth, his white beard trembled vigorously, but he still couldn't say that.

Abandon companionship! Abandon your comrades!

When did the Hound Knights always remain faithful and obey the commandments of the Uncontradicted Knights become available on paper for additions and subtractions?

Seeing the chief's tough and painful choices, Mussel calmly said, “It's impossible for everyone to break through! Leaving the wounded here is not something we can do. So, Charles, take a break! Me and the others stay and stick, you take some people back to the camp... call for help, Winsor, they won't die! ”

When it comes to asking for help, the Mussel language also becomes more difficult.

As an arrogant knight of glory, having Charles bow his head to that stubborn old Winsor is undoubtedly another tougher battle. But the current situation compelled him to say it.

Charles, the muscles on his face are beating harder.

Finally, the leader of the militant knight made up his mind and said, “No, Mussel, I'm not the one who should go back. I shoulder the greatest responsibility for this infiltration today, so I have to stay and stabilize the military. You, Collier, Annes, Jose, four men lead 200 people back to help. You can tell Winsor that as long as he's willing to rescue me... I'm willing to surrender all command..."

dead silence at the scene.

Every radical knight has a painful struggle on his face.

Charles, by giving this order, means that from now on, their radicals will forever lower the ranks of the conservative knights. This is more painful than death for the arrogant knights!

Yet, just as the mood shook and fell, suddenly a horrific howl came from the top of the high post, swirling, like a storm swept in, and the camp was filled with painful howls.

“What are you messing with?” Mussel drew a brilliant Ruwen sword and drank violently: “All remain calm, the enemy has not yet..."

Before he finished, his complexion changed.

At some point, a night mist had spread into the camp as the smell of rotten smell spread through the woods. It's like a shepherd blowing a fascinating flute, and as this stench spreads through the camp, those wound signs lying dying on high duty suddenly show alarming changes.

The knights saw clearly that on the nearest open ground to them, a faint wounded suddenly began to convulse violently. His otherwise miserable face suddenly rose red, his teeth squeaked and his milky foam continued to gush out of his mouth and nose.

His eyes were wide open and his eyes were even glaring at him because of the excessive force. Purple and black blood poured out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and his body began to bend and fold, twisting into all sorts of incredible forms.

After spitting blood, he began to scratch his body so hard that his skin and face were drained by the blood he had dug himself and his flesh blurred.

One of the hunter knights who took care of him tried to stop him, but he couldn't suppress his self-mutilation by doing everything he could. Instead, he took a bite on his arm.

The knights of shine all possess a very strong body, but at this moment they feel a slight discomfort. In a panicked sweep, they finally discovered the culprits who had led the camp to start rioting.

Fog!

No, specifically, it should be some kind of mysterious substance that blends into the mist!

The wounded knights in the camp were undoubtedly the weakest group of people, so the naked eye could see that some of the mysterious black particles in the mist poured into their wounds like fish. Looking at it, the wounded at the top of the post were haunted by heavy black smoke on each side of the body.

In the dark smoke winding, the wounded knight struggled painfully, tearing off his armor, lining, and even scratching his own flesh and blood, looking like he was going to tear off his own skin.

With the massive integration of black smoke, the appearance of these wounded suddenly changed dramatically.

The skin on the body surface began to melt, and the bright red muscle tendons leaked directly into the air, making everyone reddish. But gradually, the blood began to fade slowly, and a sticky, disgusting liquid began to fill the body's surface, making them wet again.

Large muscle tendons converge together, and inadequate stretching begins to make them thin and rickety, although the skeletal and muscular strengths are significantly stronger than before. They roared angrily and started out like people screaming terribly. Behind them became a bit like beasts, leaving only strange “ho ho” strange screams.

Sharp fangs, sharp claws, and spines on the back began to grow rapidly. When “their” claws unconsciously pulled over a rock, they burst into a crisp sound of stabbing and sparkling Mars.

Right in front of the Knights of Glory, on top of this high post, the wounded of a knight who was just dying quickly completed his demonization, and was forcibly transformed by powerful evil forces into a dead creature - a carnivore!

After completing the revamping of the dead spirit, the ghost rolled over the ground, the eyeballs without eyelids suddenly flipped, revealing milky white cloudy eyes, white life can not even see eyes.

Although there are no eyes, this does not interfere with the sight of a corpse. Special life perceptions make it particularly sensitive to life breath! It opens its mouth and reveals its flashing fangs, sending a low, intimidating howl at the knights of shine.

With his body slightly bent down and his strong hind limbs treading on the ground, the ghoul pounded as fast as an arrow at the nearest Knight Hunter.

The Hound Knight was obviously stunned by the scene in front of him, and he backed away in horror, but could not remember to draw his sword against him. This... this is a partner he used to know!

As a knight of shine, Mussel has undoubtedly experienced far more terrible and strange things in his life than a young hunter knight. He soon emerged from shock and panic, an arrow rushing forward, sword-like in his hand, flanked by a sword on a leaping corpse.

“Get down! ”

As he drank heavily, the ghoul flew out, smashing a small tree 10 meters away with a thick human waist. And the ghoul's body crackled with the brittle sound of a bone burst.

However, it is clear that this blow did not render the ghoul incapacitated.

Ghoul rolled a few laps on the ground and by the time he climbed up again, the skeleton on the front of his body had largely shattered. But the struggle, which it didn't care about, climbed up and dragged its twisted, skewed body towards Mussel again.

“Die! ”

Mussel finally realized the reality, and if he didn't leave his hand, the big sword flashed in his hand, such as a sharp knife on paper, silently chopping off the ghost. However, the slight obstruction felt by the hand when the long sword cut off the spine of the ogre also slightly changed his face.

He's a second-degree shining knight!

What happens when the rest of the Hound Knights encounter a monster if even he feels slightly stuck killing it?

He couldn't help but think that the entire camp was suddenly caught in a violent storm!