The Game of Demon Hunter

Seeing the black-haired mercenary enter the pilothouse of the airship in a strange way, the Templar ordered the captain to self-destruct in the chain of consciousness.

After a short ten seconds, there was no movement in the direction of the cab that was supposed to be blown up in the flames, and the Templar died with the same heart.

When he failed to threaten Abraham in the name of the Witch King, the Templar backed down.

"Wait!" the Templar yelled just as Abraham was about to break his hamstring and leave him here to die. "I have a deal! Take me with you! I'm telling my men to give up now resistance!"

Abraham looked at the worms surging from the city wall, as well as the fragile line of defense composed of slave soldiers and mercenaries. Under the tentative attack of the worms, these people retreated steadily, and the defensive circle became smaller and smaller.

"Okay, tell your people to stop resisting now!" Without wasting any more time, Abraham pulled up the Templar knight and pushed him towards the airship, the long sword in his hand still lying across the other side's chest. On the neck: "Don't play tricks or I'll throw you under the airship and let those bugs eat you from the feet!"

"Let's go! Get on board! Don't waste time!" Abraham walked into the interior of the airship with the gangway that the Templars hung down from the airship, and gave the order to retreat to those who were still fighting outside.

In the airship, there are corpses everywhere, and the slave soldiers have suffered heavy losses here.

The slaves with only spears and simple armor were killed by guards with short weapons in this narrow terrain, but they had lost the fear of death, and they pushed the battle line to the The innermost part of the cabin.

The corpses of slave soldiers and the enemy were everywhere, and Abraham saw three or four corpses intertwined in many places along the way, regardless of each other.

When death comes, all beings are equal.

Abraham pushed the Templars all the way, and all the slave soldiers who were still alive looked at Abraham, bowed their heads deeply, and saluted him.

The airship, which was originally full of fighting noise, became solemn and silent as Abraham walked by.

There, seven or eight black-armored warriors had stopped counterattacking and formed a semi-circular defensive formation, guarding an iron gate. Behind them, three or four archers kept their bows open and stood still. There.

They had received orders from the Templars to stop the counterattack.

Outside the defensive formation, there was almost no place for a dozen corpses to stay.

In front of Wang Yue, the enemy who had been fighting with him a second ago suddenly stopped defending. He didn't know what happened, so he took the opportunity to stab a sword into the gap in the opponent's armor!

The bright red blood surged out along the special bloodletting trough and flowed all over the ground. Li Yanlong held Wang Yue back: "It's over, we won."

"Boom!" The door that was guarded by the black-armored warriors was pushed open from the inside, and the blood-soaked witcher looked at the crowd outside, and the blood in the room flowed out of the door like a stream.

Xu Yichen said expressionlessly: "The back has been emptied, let Li Bingheng come inside! Our driver is dying!"

Abraham pushed the Templar to the side of the witcher: "This is for you! He gave the order to surrender, and I promise to take him with him. My men still need command!"

Xu Yichen nodded, and said to Wang Yue: "Go and tell them to get on the boat. By the way, ask anyone who has experience in driving this thing. I don't know if there are enough crew members alive to drive this big guy away!"

Abraham stood guard at the door and carefully counted the slave soldiers who boarded the airship. He would pat each other on the shoulder for everyone who boarded.

At this time, Abraham knew that if these people relaxed, they might lose the courage to resist the Witch King. He needed to establish his prestige among the slaves.

With the help of the slaves, all the wounded were transported onto the airship, and the mercenaries also walked into the airship with the flow of people.

When a dozen slave soldiers lined up to board the airship, they were thrown to the ground by the swift insects that rushed up from behind, and their corpses became the best cover for others.

The last one to get on board was the combination of the female warrior and the mad cow. The two of them showed a performance of one plus one greater than two on the battlefield. The place they passed was like a whirlwind passing through, leaving only a field of insect corpses.

At the last moment, they cleared an open space among the insect swarm, and successfully separated the iron box fixed under the airship from the airship.

The bugs who had lost their ground targets began to climb up the outer wall of the magic tower. The orcs had already been wiped out, and even the corpses had disappeared.

"If I can return to the mad cow tribe, I swear that no son of the mad cow will come here again." The mad cow stood at the door of the cabin and looked at the swarm of insects like the ocean below: "The Witch King deceived We, here, have no glory, no heroes, nothing but death."

"Yeah, there is nothing but death." Abraham looked at the slave soldiers who were torn to pieces by the bugs below, and sighed: "But from now on, we have hope. When the sun rises, everything It's all different!"

The mad cow handed the ax in his hand to Abraham: "Maybe this is more meaningful to you."

Abraham took the giant axe, lifted it up with difficulty, and severed the rope connected to the solid anchor, and the whole airship shook violently upwards!

"Respect freedom!" Abraham returned the ax to the mad cow, looked back at the slave soldiers who were neatly lined up and looked at him with weapons, and shouted loudly: "Respect freedom! From today onwards, never No one can let you die worthless! No one can deprive you of your right to cry!"

"No need to wear these armors that symbolize rank again!" Abraham took off his Templar armor, which symbolized status, with great effort, and threw it from the airship: "From now on, we are all free people!"

At the open hatch of the airship, the sun rose from the horizon, and the golden sunlight shone into the cabin, making Abraham look extraordinarily solemn.

"Freedom!" The slave soldiers yelled in a low voice at first, and then looked at each other. No one taught them to obey the rules with a whip, so the slaves shouted with all their strength: "Freedom!"

The weapons in the hands of the slaves were crackled and thrown to the ground.

In the peaceful atmosphere, the witcher felt as if he had missed something.

Inside the tower, Mage Werther looked at the gradually rising airship and asked the hostage behind him, "When are you going to let me go?"

PS: Too full to eat~