Seeing that the two were about to argue about the armed civilian issue, the senior executive could only bite the bullet and say tactful.

In general, she is still inclined toward the wither.

"Whether civilians or soldiers are no different in the eyes of humans, humans will not let them go. Do you want those civilians to wait for death? Give them weapons and organize them, and now it is time for the forgotten to fight for their own freedom!"

Two to one, forcibly passed the proposal to arm the Forsaken civilians.

Originally, the human soldiers were a little reluctant, but after seeing the Forgotten civilians walking onto the battlefield with swords, they all breathed a sigh of relief. This is great! Even if the soldiers walked onto the battlefield with weapons, killing and being killed are their own destiny. The life of your Forgotten is your life, and the life of human soldiers is also your life. It is impossible to say that you are more precious than human life when you are resurrected from the dead. Now, when you speak with swords, don’t blame anyone.

As the necromancer and psychic died in large numbers in the royal capital ruins above, the wounded people on the Forgotten side were no treatment, and the missing arms and legs were not fatal, which greatly affected the mobility. With the same martial arts level, one leg is missing here and all the limbs are all there, and the battle result is basically crushing.

The Forsaken soldiers are brave, but bravery is useless when facing human soldiers who far exceed their number.

There were fewer and fewer soldiers on the defense line, and the Forgotten civilians had to stand in front.

The elites of the former Blood Crusaders felt that they had never been so happy. They launched charges again and again in the situation of a small team. The Forgotten civilians were temporarily armed, but they had not received much military training. Many Forgotten people would only subconsciously wield swords, without cooperation, and without martial arts. Apart from delaying for a while, they basically did not produce any results.

"It's nothing to do with right or wrong. The dead, rest in peace!" The holy light punishment attacks in the hands of the silver priest Paltres kept landing. The Forgotten civilians had no defensive means, and they were constantly burned to ashes by the holy light.

"We just want to survive. Are all this wrong?" Angry Bat Administrator Mike Garrett slashed General Abidis at the front of the team with a long knife.

His body was a little broken, but he was considered a military personnel before, and he had some martial arts skills.

A long sword danced so hard that it was full of vigor, and with a decisive desire to die, his moves were all like a death. General Abidis, holding a sword with both hands, was stopped by such a small character for a moment.

"You shouldn't exist! This is Lordaeron's land, our land!" General Abidis burst out with a dazzling golden holy light, and the surging storm swept several giant swords of the holy light toward her.

The bat administrator was the first to be hit. Facing a high-level paladin, his resistance was too powerless.

The giant sword transformed from the holy light slashed continuously on his body, and a gap from top to bottom was cut out from the head, and the dark blue soul fire was quickly extinguished.

"I am also a Lordaeron" his voice was humble and firm.

General Abidis glanced at him: "You used to be, but not now, rest in peace."

She strode towards the next enemy.

The weapon forgeator picked up a hammer and tried to resist, but was pierced by three or four spears, and finally broke his head with a hammer.

The cobbler picked up the sharp blade beside him and slashed at the human soldiers like a madman, but the result was that he was cut in half by a hatch by Herod.

Joseph Gregory was just a tailor, but today he also picked up his sword to resist foreign enemies. He was slapped by Commander Durand's shield and his bones were broken, and then he was hit on his forehead with another hammer.

Christopher Walker is a famous warrior trainer in Undercity. He trained a large number of soldiers. He liked this job both during his lifetime and after his death and was willing to train more soldiers for the Banshee King.

But today, he ushered in the doomsday.

His martial arts were extremely skilled. He cut down three Lordaeron soldiers in a row with a long sword. He kept using his skillful skills to parry, block and dodge. The blades were covered with gaps, but facing enemies everywhere, he retreated again and again, and was eventually burned to ashes by several archers with rockets.

"Please, spare me! I'm just a little merchant selling cockroaches!" Jeremia Paisen kept begging, but such disgusting words angered the Lordaeron soldiers. Before he could take out the dagger behind him, he was stabbed into a sieve by a spear. Several cockroaches as big as rats ran out of his arms. Such a disgusting scene was seen by the pure Jedrik, who burned the so-called cockroach merchant to ashes with a sacred judgment.

It turns out that the civilians of the Forgotten Ones could not resist the Lordaeron soldiers at all. As the regular army was killed in battle and lacked command, the civilians' spontaneous resistance was completely to hit the stone with eggs.

"We can't continue to fight like this. We have lost this battle in the Undercity. Let's lead the tribe retreat!" The old knight Grian Storman made great progress, but in such a bad situation, his personal force would not have much effect. If more than a dozen subordinates had not tried their best to rescue him, he would have been hacked to death by General Abidis.

The military zone, magic zone and thieves zone fell one after another, and Lordaeron soldiers surrounded them from two directions, with a very obvious strategic intention, which was to annihilate all the Forgotten people in the alchemy zone and in front of the palace of the Banshee King.

"Wind, the Queen trusts you. Please lead the remaining people to join the Queen. I'll help you with the rear of the palace." The old knight felt uncomfortable. It was really a torment to fight against humans in the Forgotten camp. He drew out the rune sword and wanted to die in a dignified battle.

Once again, I will die in the battle again. What a great ending. Let me die this time, don’t save me again!

Those who wither are not afraid of death, but do not want to die meaninglessly, and do not care even if they are said to be cowardly.

He nodded immediately. The three of them knew that there was a secret passage behind the palace of the Banshee King. This secret passage could directly lead to the foothills outside the city. It was a secret hand arranged by the Banshee King two years ago.

"Okay, I"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the senior executive Dasalia. The female Forsaken warrior smiled bitterly: "Knight Storman, please go with the Withered One. The Queen still needs your help. I am completely unable to do so. This holy light will burn me to death."

She raised her arms, and the holy light that the silver priest hit her before was not extinguished, but instead burned more and more.

It was only a matter of time before she was burned to ashes.
Chapter completed!