"You bastards, you want to seek death. Let's talk about it when I die in battle!"

His eyes were covered with blood, his sideburns had white hair, and he looked like an angry old lion.

The restless crowd gradually fell silent.

People all know this general.

They knew that this city might be really broken and they would really die, but at this time, it seemed that some respect was necessary for these soldiers who had always protected their selves.

Let them die on the battlefield.

The civilians also tried to pick up some of the most basic armors.

Even if it is, you have to struggle.

That's what they all think.

That's what everyone thinks.

At this time, no one wants to escape.

Because the army of the Warlock King had already come from all directions, the rest of the city gates were blocked, and ordinary people could not escape at all.

Outside the East Gate, the most undead people gathered.

This proves Abnasol's tactical intentions.

"Finally come, hahaha..."

The middle-aged general wiped the knife on his hand and licked his lips, showing a look of dying:

"Then let's do it hard for him!"

All the soldiers roared together.

They held the weapons in their hands tightly, and waited for the commander to give the command, the city gate would open, they would rush out and fight with the undead.

On the city wall, the musicians sat together.

On their knees, there are all kinds of Wanwei keyboards.

Almost all musicians in Longcheng are here.

Some of them are legends, some are just apprentices, and they can get a short chapter.

They may come from different families, but at this time, they all have one identity, that is, the musicians in the army!

Their war song will be accompanied by the warriors who went to war, and the derivatives and the undead.

There are actually not many musicians who stay. After all, the status of musicians is relatively high, and most musicians have the opportunity to leave.

Therefore, the quality levels of musicians on the city walls are not uniform.

Han Le saw some familiar faces, but more people in his memory had disappeared.

He saw Lu Ying.

But there were not many others who competed with him for the Tianlong list.

"True love is revealed in times of adversity... But then again, we can't blame them."

"After all, it's a dead end in everyone's eyes."

"I didn't expect that Yun Le would really disappear so shamelessly."

"What kind of bad tricks is this guy holding back?"

Han Le walked under the city wall and was with the quiet civilians.

From this perspective, you can clearly see the stubborn faces of those people on the city wall.

Perhaps, this is the last persistence of the fragile human beings.

If they lose, the next step is a massacre everywhere.

The King of Warlock... It turns out that it is not a good bird either.

Wherever the true eyes of the universe reached, the army of the dead wrapped the Dragon City into zongzi in three layers inside and outside.

A hundred miles away, he saw an invisible aerial boat with many people on it.

They are chatting and laughing.

Han Le saw many acquaintances.

"I don't have time to care about you... Otherwise, seeing your disgusting smiles, I really want to heat up this thing!"

Han Le thought to himself.

His eyes were withdrawn and the city gate slowly opened.

The soldiers were ready to fight the enemy.

Previous combat experience tells them that the city wall is actually useless to derivatives and undead people.

If you really fight, it’s better to rush out and fight in the open area outside the city.

The soldiers were preparing to leave the city one after another.

The civilians watched them silently, ready to follow the soldiers.

But at this moment, a thin figure suddenly "overtakes".

He walked past the soldiers and kept moving forward at a very fast speed.

A soldier saw it and smiled and shouted, "Don't worry, you civilians, line up in the back."

"Yes, yes, hold him!"

The other soldiers also reacted. Unfortunately, for some reason, the figure of the man looked a little faster than an ordinary soldier, but he was always unable to catch him.

He was like a playful elf, shuttled through the military formation and soon arrived at the forefront.

"stop!"

The middle-aged general who was walking in the front said angrily: "What are you going to do!"

"I said everything, when I die, you will have room for battle!"

"This is the mission of our soldiers!"

Han Le really stopped.

He glanced at the middle-aged general: "Or, don't die."

His voice was very light, but it was very clear to everyone's ears.

The middle-aged general was stunned for a moment.

"You guys are so kind that you can still joke at this time."

He patted Han Le on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Go to the back, it's the same thing. If you want to die in battle, it's not your turn."

Han Le shrugged: "You are also quite pitiful..."

"That bastard Yunle just got out of here, leaving a mess."

"But he probably knows that I won't sit idly by."

"Okay, let me leave that crazy Abnasol."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the army of the King of Warlocks with great strides!

His speed was getting faster and faster, and he rushed to the army almost in a blink of an eye!

The middle-aged general was slightly shocked.

At this moment, someone suddenly recalled:

"The young man's back looks familiar."

"...It's a mysterious person! It's a mysterious person who was locked into the Dragon City dungeon by them, he came out!"

"Is it really him? Why can't I see his face clearly?"

The soldiers were surprised and confused.

Some people also started to stir up on the city wall.

They all saw this strange phenomenon.

Lu Ying seemed to have noticed it. She stood up and looked at the back from afar. The more she looked, the more familiar she felt.

...

A large number of derivatives crawled forward with their teeth and claws.

In the sky, bone dragons and inexplicable creatures are flying.

The Warlock King doesn't know where he is hiding.

Han Le spoke calmly:

"You can stop."
To be continued...