Chapter 1,238: Miserable Retreat

"The Troubles of a Young Wizard ()"

The Kashi River is the lifeline of the Centaurs, and it is also the largest and longest river in this alien space. It almost runs across the entire alien space. The winding Kashi River is more than 500 miles long and more than 30 feet wide. It has become the best barrier for Maras to resist the ghouls.

A second-level Centaur warrior and twelve first-level Centaur warriors galloped on the face, knocking the ghouls into the river again and again. The narrow bridge could not accommodate too many enemies, and this became their best position to block the enemy.

But the enemy is not really brainless. With a rumbling sound, catapults were pushed up one after another, and huge stones flew towards them fiercely. Although they were finally knocked down by Maras, they brought them great pressure.

After the arrows were exhausted, they could only fight in close combat, but close combat would inevitably cause injuries. The toxins on the ghouls were not completely ineffective. In just half an hour, three Centaur warriors lost their combat effectiveness again and had no choice but to retreat.

"The footsteps of the tribe retreating should be far away." The consumption caused by continuous battles is still very large. As the only second-level warrior and the only member who can fly freely, Maras has a great responsibility. In addition, the ghouls are tireless and fearless of life and death. The continuous attack has greatly consumed his physical strength, energy, and fighting spirit. He is almost at the bottom.

"Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer and you can retreat!" Maras shouted loudly to encourage his teammates around him. He, a second-level warrior, is almost exhausted, let alone these first-level warriors. They can persist in fighting at this moment, to a large extent, overdrawing their own strength.

After a large number of cannon fodders among the ghouls were consumed, the entry-level warriors finally began to enter. The three first-level warriors who withdrew all suffered a great loss at their hands. Even if there is no fighting spirit and no magic power, the first-level ghouls are still first-level ghouls, and they are equally difficult to deal with.

"Herod~" "Herod~"

"For the tribe!" "For the tribe!" "For the tribe!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The huge rocks fell to the ground with a bang. The bridge that had been shining brightly began to show cracks. Maras took his companions and retreated a hundred steps to avoid the bombardment of these huge rocks.

"Everyone, get ready, attack!" Maras looked at the dense ghouls swarming in, and immediately shouted, ready to make the last attack, and then turned and left immediately.

But sometimes, the most feared thing is the last time. Maras led nine companions like a sharp blade and stabbed into the ghouls fiercely. Wherever they passed, blood and flesh flew. Suddenly, a dark cloud appeared in the sky. Maras looked up and couldn't help but tear his eyes. He saw pieces of situation falling from the sky and covering the surrounding area of ​​100 meters.

And all around them, they were surrounded by ghouls, front and back, left and right, and there was very little room for maneuver.

"Stupid, jump into the river and get under the bridge!" Suddenly a voice sounded from the sky, instantly waking up the dazed Maras. Seeing the dense boulders about to fall, the little remaining fighting spirit in Maras instantly burst out, and the long spear in his hand swept across to knock down the ghouls on both sides, and then shouted: "Get in the water, get under the bridge!"

The coverage of the layman is very large, covering a radius of 100 meters. The front and back sides have been covered with ghouls at some point. The ghouls that were knocked down on the way they came actually stood up again, and they all exposed their true strength and level!

"So cruel, so insidious!" Maras took the lead in entering the water and quickly swam under the bridge. The water of the Kashgar River is very deep, and the bridge is still some distance away from the water surface. Swimming is a natural talent for the Centaurs. Soon all the Centaurs hid under the bridge.

At this time, the huge rocks also fell to the ground with a bang. The loud noises made the bridge that had been used for a hundred years totter. There were even broken stones falling under the bridge. The huge rocks on both sides of the bridge fell into the water, stirring up waves.

All the Centaur warriors looked at each other,

and a feeling of escaping death filled their bodies.

No, it seemed that they had not completely escaped from danger. It was not the time to relax. Maras did not have time to think carefully about the inexplicable voice. He immediately ordered everyone to swim quickly to the other side, and the sound of the ghouls marching forward was also heard on the bridge.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" As soon as it reached the shore, a wave of huge rocks fell from the sky and hit it hard. A Centaur warrior could not dodge in time and fell to the ground because the restraints on the back half of his body broke.

"Go~, go!" The Centaur warrior, who was exhausted and broken, roared, "Don't worry about me!"

"No~" Maras watched the Centaur warrior end his life with a spear. This might be the best way. At least he didn't have to watch himself being eaten by the demons, and he wouldn't drag his companions down.

"Go!" Maras roared sadly and led the remaining companions to move quickly towards the tribe. Suddenly, a ghoul army rushed towards them.

How could it be? !

No, these ghouls were wet.

Instantly, Maras understood a lot. Ghouls really can't swim. They don't have much to do with water flow, but water flow can't eliminate them well. These ghouls are the fish that escaped after falling into the water and crawling out from the bottom of the water.

They repeatedly knocked the ghouls into the water, especially in the last stage. The place where the ghouls fell into the water was not far from the river bank. They were washed to the shore by the river, and then quietly planned to cut off their retreat. The ghouls were not as brainless as they imagined.

"Turn right and move upstream along the river!" Maras didn't have much strength to fight anymore. Facing a group of ghouls that had not entered the rank, he could only retreat three steps, because more and stronger ghouls were approaching behind him.

During the emergency turn, a wave of boulders fell from the sky again, and the ghouls on the opposite side also discovered them and rushed over with a roar. Suddenly, two ghouls lurking in the jungle beside the road suddenly rushed out and grabbed the two centaurs.

The sharp claws of the ghouls pierced their skin, and the whole body fell on their backs, biting their bodies with their ferocious mouths.

"Asshole, die!" Maras had already run more than ten meters away, and his fighting spirit was exhausted. The spear in his hand flew out like lightning and pierced a ghoul. The ghoul's body slid down and its sharp claws tore the centaur warrior's hind legs.

The centaur warrior stumbled and fell to the ground. He tried to stand up but failed. Looking at a group of ghouls swarming in front of him, he stabbed the ghoul's head with the spear in his hand and killed it.

"Go, don't worry about us!" The centaur warrior rolled on the ground and approached another injured companion. The spear in his hand pierced the throat of another ghoul, but that companion also lost the ability to escape.

"Even if I die, I don't want to be the food of these demons! Brother, please, throw me into the Kashi River and let me become a part of the mother river." The centaur warrior could no longer stand up. Another centaur warrior with bruises and blood all over his body nodded fiercely, dragged his body and staggered towards the Kashi River.

Maras' tears flowed slowly, trying not to look back and speeding up frequently, but his physical strength, energy, and fighting spirit were greatly consumed, and it was impossible to speed up, not to mention that there were other brothers around him. He was the leader and the frontrunner, and he could not only think about himself.

The shrill screams behind him made him tremble all over. He wanted to leave this sad and desperate place immediately. How many ghouls had he and others killed? But this group of fearless demons seemed to be machines without emotions and never knew what fear was.

Can his own tribe, no, his own race really defeat these demons?

Ancestors, please give me guidance!

Maras finally caught up with the tail of the tribe's migration before he was exhausted. He fell into a coma before he could say more. The ghoul poison in his body finally broke out inevitably.

Ten of the twenty-one centaurs who went to intercept and block the enemy returned, and all of these ten warriors, including the second-level Maras, were injured and poisoned. For this great retreat, they paid a miserable price.

It was not tragic, but miserable. The fate of those sacrificed Centaur warriors was destined to be very miserable.