The knights raised their swords high and shouted in unison: "Toughness of oak, let's advance together and retreat together!"

Then move forward bravely and face an enemy several times larger than yourself.

Memories silently watched this scene, watching as the offensive edge formed by the dual swordsmen of the Dragon Fire Guild gradually blunted, and then was blocked, entangled with the knights of Tapolis, and became a mess.

"Each of us fights for our own free will, and is therefore brought together," he turned around and answered word by word: "The Free Chosen decide their own destiny because they are unwilling to succumb to the great power.

The oppression of the guild is exactly the origin of the Knights."

"Ed, Hongye told me that you should be on the same side as us." The memory replied: "What do you think?"

Fang Plover looked at the backs of those knights with some admiration.

Indeed, the grace displayed by those people was the reason why he came to this world.

but not all

He turned around and replied to the other party: "Indeed, because of some things, I was generally biased against the Grand Guild of Aitalia. You corrected my view. Not all guilds are like this. Thank you, Brother Memories,

There are also red leaves.”

But he shook his head again, thinking of his own promise: "But... I have my own way."

"Okay," Hongye glared at him angrily: "You are so brazen, do you think the Knights are begging you to join?"

Fang Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly. He always felt that he had heard this before.

The situation on the battlefield is changing

The commander of the Dragon Fire Guild is feeling overwhelmed. The high degree of loyalty and morale of the Free Guild has always been one of the most enviable things of the major clubs. But I envy the extraordinary sense of belonging and ownership.

Indeed, it is not something that ordinary business guilds and clubs can provide.

Maybe, but very few.

He could only watch helplessly as one of his regiments was disrupted by the opponent's desperate charge, while taking advantage of the fact that he had far more manpower than the opponent, he tried to allocate some of his men to continue executing the original tactical goal.

It's just that the battle has reached this point, and the forest is already in chaos. The people in front block the view of those behind, making it impossible to judge the situation.

Not to mention that there are countless undead in the forest. They are either with the Dragon Fire Guild or the same people. The living and the undead are inherently opposed. Although the Golden Dragon can try to control Dolifen's resentful soul, it is difficult to suppress it.

Their instinct is driven by negative energy.

As a result, the people of the Dragon Fire Guild and the knights of Tapolis were separated by the undead and entangled with these ghost armies. In the end, it was the latter who were well prepared who broke out of the encirclement first.

Fang Plover and others walked through the forest. When they looked back, there was still a bustling scene in the direction of the battlefield. However, the city hall in the woods only had a spire above the tree crown. Against the backdrop of the firelight on the horizon,

The marble spire is golden and red.

The undead are still gathering from all directions, forming a mighty torrent behind them.

Whenever they were about to form an encirclement in front, the memory allowed Parker and another crossbowman to use blasting shots to prevent them from closing up. It didn't take long for Papalar and another crossbowman to run out of ammunition.

After a few minutes of this, everyone saw a fence appearing in front of them.

Hongye took out the map and looked at it, then said to the others: "Then behind is Hagerstown Cemetery!"

But no one said anything.

Although there is Hostings Cathedral through the cemetery area, they have not encountered the Dragon Cult yet, and the situation seems to be a bit wrong. No one dares to guarantee that they will be able to reach that place before the other party.

What's more, although the people from the Dragon Fire Guild failed to keep them, they should have captured the city hall. Counting all three scenes of Dolifen, they have been activated by the opponent.

They can only hope that Fang Pliong's inference is reliable.

But the hope is very slim.

Fang Yu was holding Aitila and came forward, his face not so good. He carefully checked Aitila's injuries. The bullet hit the lower abdomen. The wound was torn deeply and looked hideous and terrifying.

There was blood once before, but it had dried up and formed a crust of blood on the wheat-colored skin.

Tianlan and Jita's worries were also palpable: "Brother Ed, sister Atila, is she okay?"

Fang Yu shook his head.

He has already found a healer to treat Miss Elf's wounds, but although Aitalia has Mirela, the goddess of life and healing, with miraculous healing abilities, it is not omnipotent.

The healer told him that he had to remove the bullet first before he could heal the wound, but there was no such time and conditions here. The other party could only slow down the flow of life for Attila and maintain her vitality with false life.

Looking at this scene, he comforted him: "Don't worry, she should be able to hold on for a while. And her starlight is very abundant, even the worst case scenario... is not unacceptable."

He sighed, his tone less optimistic than expected.
Chapter completed!