The camp chief began to organize the team and distribute weapons. There was no disappointment or annoyance on their faces, only a bit of anxiety and exhaustion.
If we wait until the fire is extinguished, the three camps far away from the city gate will face enemy attacks from several directions, and it will be too late to retreat by then.
"gather!"
"Fall into square, boys, with shields out and lances in."
"Extraordinary people, please come and gather."
The shocked soldiers were pulled up from the ground one by one. The officers pushed them together like driving chickens and ducks, formed a chaotic square formation, and then randomly stuffed their weapons.
Other officers hurriedly led people to put out the fire at the back entrance of the camp, which was also burning, and prepared to clear a road for everyone to evacuate.
Although there are living corpses on the east side of the barrier, the main force of the enemy there is rushing into the city, so it is the only way to escape.
Ophelia packed up her quiver and equipment, came to Midianmaia, who was also tidying up her equipment, patted his shoulder armor and asked:
"What should we do? This place is several hundred meters away from the city gate, but the battle between the extraordinary and the death knight has not yet been decided. The city is probably a hell on earth. Even if we break out, it only takes a minute for the zombies to rush forward. Kill everyone!"
Midianmaiya nodded silently.
Those who came here to defend were poorly trained city defense troops and militiamen who had just taken up arms. Previously, they relied on fortifications to defend from a high position. With the powerful spells of extraordinary wizards and the fire support of trebuchets behind the city walls, they could only barely hold on. Once they left the fortifications, how could they hold on in the face of the brutal corpses.
Disintegration under the city wall was their only fate.
Once the team collapses, everyone's survival time will begin to count down. What's more, what if it doesn't collapse? The infection in urban areas must have spread.
Of course, powerful extraordinary people will not die so easily, but what should these militia soldiers do? How many of them can escape... Midianmaia looked at the comrades around him who were about to be abandoned by him, and he felt so guilty that he could not speak. .
The faces of these hastily gathered warriors were getting worse and worse, and they all seemed to have realized what was going to happen next. Weird rustling whispers spread among the crowd in small pieces.
"I'll cover you. Let's retreat north along the city wall, away from the city and then retreat to the north." Medianmeia hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind and whispered in the ears of his companions.
"Well, I know," Ophelia responded with a brisk expression, "Isn't it just about running away for one's life~ I know this! And, my idea is to run south."
…
The air was filled with the disgusting smell of corpses and blood, and the cold wind echoed under the dark sky.
A sea of gray-brown living corpses roared and turned in front of the rocky formation, and another wave of corpses on the outskirts of the city in the distance had begun to take shape.
In the deserted wilderness on the outskirts of the city, Griffith raised his lance, with a surge of excitement in his chest, recalling the good times of being among the impregnable battle lines of armored cavalry.
He carefully examined the battlefield situation, made a clear judgment on the enemy's location and strength, and planned the assault and retreat routes in detail.
He was ready to go, and he would rush into thousands of enemies again.
The knight in armor and the war horse seemed to be connected, and the hearts that were still uneasy about the zombie tide and mutations just now were as cold and calm as steel.
Griffith took a deep breath, his eyes seemed to be solidified with a fire of determination and perseverance that would break through even thousands of mountains and rivers. He glanced at his companion and crossed his legs lightly. The war horse stepped forward with iron hooves and ran slowly towards the battlefield filled with death and despair.
Amber wanted to say a few words of encouragement, but when Griffith's eyes swept over, she realized that she didn't seem to recognize the young man in front of her. The cold temperament, high-spirited posture, raised lance and majestic war horse are so strange, yet so familiar.
Although I have watched knight competitions many times before, the scene right in front of me is so different. Compared to those contestants who were decked out in fine armor, the quasi-knight's unyielding aura made the girl's heart irresistible.
When being stared at by Griffith's sharp and firm gaze, Amber was at a loss for a moment. Her heartbeat was like the cheers of the roaring crowd on the field. She found it difficult to breathe and subconsciously avoided her sight.
But the next moment she felt very sorry. She looked at the back of the figure who had already rushed to the battlefield with complicated eyes. She couldn't help but stroke the scarf on her swan-like neck, thinking silently...
"Next time, next time he attacks, I'll make sure to wrap this around his lance."
…
The fire quickly weakened, and the crackling sound of burning was almost drowned out by the terrifying howls of the living corpses outside.
The officers finally cleared the fire at the back entrance of the camp and directed everyone to retreat.
There was a team of Beyonders in each camp to assist in the defense, and these people also took the lead in rushing out of the flames.
Ophelia was the first to leap through the flames, the rolling heat waves ruffled her flying blond hair, and thick smoke billowed in the suffocating air.
His vision expanded slightly, and living corpses appeared behind the fire and smoke. They have gathered behind the burning fortifications, surrounding humans.
The following Beyonders emerged from the ring of fire like lightning and bumped into the living corpses parading outside.
"Hi~hungry——!!!"
An indescribable scream of horror immediately resounded throughout the world, followed closely by the sound of footsteps approaching from all directions.
At this time, nearly two hundred spearmen had just emerged from the fire scene. The soldiers, whose faces were scorched by the smoke, met the running corpses head-on.
"Line up!"
As soon as the officer leading the team shouted, the people around him let out an earth-shattering unified shout.
"Run!"
The militiamen who were barely organized into a rectangular formation were like an ant pile encountering boiling water, fleeing in all directions in the blink of an eye.
Ophelia and Midianmaiya watched as a group of militiamen ran past them like rabbits, escaping towards the north of the city at an astonishing speed.
The defenders of the three camps evacuated at the same time and disintegrated at the same time. More than five hundred defenders fled in all directions like a flock of sheep encountering wolves. Except for a few who fled to the south or north of the city, most of them swarmed towards the city gate.
At this time, thousands of living corpses that had bypassed the fortifications were surrounding them on both sides, while the gray-brown lines further away were already surging and commotion.
The tide of corpses is close at hand.
The screams under the walls of Raven became increasingly louder and louder. The defeated soldiers took some Beyonders and officers and retreated outside the city gate. Many of them even lost their weapons.
As soon as they ran there, they saw three avenues leading directly to the top of the city wall. Densely packed living corpses stood on it, turning their heads to look at the living people running to their mouths...
The living corpses under the barrier also moved around the gradually extinguishing flames, and two huge waves of corpses were gathering towards this group of living people from the south and the north.
Hundreds of chaotic soldiers gathered into several groups and let out wailing sounds under the city wall.
At this moment, someone pointed to the south and shouted:
"Look, reinforcements!"
Under the dim sky, a man and a horse were advancing towards the tide of living corpses. Wearing a gleaming silver breastplate and holding a three-meter lance high in his hand, he rode majestically like a champion in the arena.
Six silver rings of ice swirled around the knight and horse like meteors; ice-blue mist enveloped him. Heavy iron hoofs beat on the ground, stirring up frost-like mist and biting chill.
On a battlefield full of black and yellow messes, the armored cavalry surrounded by silver light lowered their lances and pointed straight ahead. The wind pressure gathers on the sharp spear head, forming a sharp momentum that is impossible to look directly at like a pointed cone.
Cavalry A accelerated his horse, stabbed towards the waist of the ferocious corpse tide, and crashed into the center of the thick corpse tide.
"boom!"
The remains of a living corpse were like the tide hitting the rocks, and the sword flew out with a roar. The armored cavalry dug into the tide of corpses, making a loud noise like the waves crashing on the shore.
Griffith charged with a gun in his right hand and swept across with a shield in his left hand, stirring up a sky full of minced meat and black liquid among the densely packed living corpses.
The living corpses rushing towards the city immediately became commotion. They were originally densely packed together and the impact had already slowed down each other. Suddenly they found a group of fresh flesh and blood rushing to their side, and immediately more than a dozen living corpses turned around and rushed towards the armored cavalry.
Their sharp claws and teeth bit into the rotating ice ring shield, immediately opening terrifying cracks.
"Bang!"
The icy stream of light suddenly exploded, and sharp ice cubes radiated in all directions. More than a dozen living corpses were directly torn apart, and their already broken bodies were punctured, smashed, and flew backwards.
Although the damage of this round of ice ring is not enough to kill all the living zombies, it can severely damage and repel them.
Griffith mobilized the power of the runes, and in the center of the flying ice, six silver streams of light enveloped him and his mount again.
Another group of living corpses swooped up.
Griffith didn't even look, he just stared at the target ahead, slashing with swords and spears. After the ice shield was shattered by the attack, another storm-like blow came in all directions.
The sight of black living corpses suddenly cleared up, and a gap was torn open by one person and one rider in the dense tide of corpses.
The defeated soldiers were stunned. There were still words stuck in their throats such as "Isn't there only one person who is here to die?" but they were all shocked and speechless.
In the black and dense tide of corpses, the silver sharp edge went straight into the vast tide of corpses with an indomitable spirit, breaking out from the broken flesh and limbs in the sky. Wherever he went, there was grass and grass, and the terrifying living corpse was cut into two by the cold light, and turned into a half-cut state.
Although the broken troops below the city were frightened, the situation in front of them was too shocking. Most people saw that the wave of corpses on the south road that was about to pounce was stopped in the middle. The man rode through it like a storm, and everyone he reached was Flesh and blood everywhere. The despairing soldier suddenly felt a sense of hope in his desperate situation, and watched eagerly as the armored cavalry approached.
The armored cavalry rode up to the defeated troops, shook off the rotten flesh all over his body, and shouted to them:
"Form up and head south, I will be the vanguard."
