"Retreat quickly, everyone will retreat to Anthony's Shield! Remember to wake up those idiots who are still sleeping on the way!"

Jonia immediately realized that this place could no longer be kept, and she made a quick decision and shouted loudly.

The yellow smoke and dust have amazing ability to spread the strange symptoms of humanization. Not long after, several people were caught.

Fortunately, Viron and Jonia are fine.

In fact, if it weren't for the half-baked magician Viron, the cannon fodders would have suffered much greater losses than they are now.

"What's going on with this horse!" Jonia also led the way, trying not to be infected by that symptom while resisting the attack of the humanized soldiers.

He hit a tree-manned soldier who was about to attack Velen with one sword. Although he could not cut the opponent, the force on the sword had already broken the opponent away.

"This is not a normal situation. I'm afraid something happened to the orcs..."

Weilun took the opportunity to take a breath and replied in sweat.

"I'll just ask one thing...Velon Do you think Anthony's Shield can be defended under the attack of such a ghost?"

Even though Jonia was in her prime, this continuous battle put a lot of pressure on his physical exhaustion, and she couldn't help but ask Viron.

"Without preparing, I can hold on for about three days, right?"

Viron watched the number of enemies around him. Every fallen soldier would create a new enemy.

"Tsk, how could you be prepared for such a ghost!" Jonia spat on the ground, then broke through with Viron: "There's no way, let's retreat!"

Weilun was also a little depressed: "Can we do nothing..."

"Sad, my child." Jonia also sighed: "It seems that humans can finally live a little calmer life and will soon be broken again..."

“…!”

Hearing him say this, Weilun's eyes suddenly lit up. He took out the notebook and a graphite pen he carried with him, turned to the last blank page, and quickly started writing.
Chapter completed!