Chapter 28 (2/2)

Touching his chest, he seemed to be not satisfied and poured out another bowl.

After drinking three bowls in a row, the man fiercely threw the bowl on the ground and cursed loudly.

“Damn it, as long as we are still here, we can’t let them get past! Listen up, Old and Young Masters. As long as I, Old Hu, am not dead, the little b*stards of the Abyss won’t be able to come over!”

“Well said!”

Someone behind him cheered loudly.

Then, he followed suit and drank three bowls of wine in a row, fiercely throwing the bowl on the ground.

This was a custom from the far East.

The game world was set in medieval Europe. The natives could not understand why they did not use wine glasses and even threw the bowls after drinking.

Nonetheless, it did not prevent people from understanding this kind of tragedy, this kind of spirit of facing death with ease.

People came forward one after another, drinking wine, throwing bowls, and striding to the battlefield.

The atmosphere was very solemn, but it was a bit of a waste of bowls.

The old king watched all of this in silence. He quietly called for his servants and pulled over a cart full of bowls to be prepared.

The old king knew that these transmigrators must have been stimulated by something, which caused their attitude to suddenly change and want to live and forget with the human race.

Their strength might not be high, but they have the ability to revive from the dead, so they could still play the role of a soldier on the battlefield.

Moreover, Walter had already gone to the front line. With every extra bit of strength, Walter would be safer.

From the first person out of the city to the last broken wine bowl.

A total of 100,000 people stepped out of the city gate.

This was only the North gate.

The previous female Priest corps and those who saw that there were many people here, and those who transferred to other gates, were not counted yet.

The old king prayed silently as he watched the people leave.

The Supreme God had done everything he could.

These 100,000 transmigrators were their last strength.

The situation on the battlefield was not optimistic.

Whether or not the 100,000 people could support the backbone of the human world depended on how much they could contribute.

In the North, where the humans and Elves intersected, there was a jade-green forest.

The originally dense forest had been razed to the ground.

Among the broken trees, there were countless corpses.

There were humans and Elves.

Only from a very far distance could one see the corpse of a Demonized Spider. Most of it was badly damaged.

The traces of broken weapons and magic on it indicated that there was at least a small team of human troops fighting against this monster.

After paying an extremely heavy price, the spider was killed.

Although the humans and Elves had joined hands, they were still at an absolute disadvantage against the Abyssal Demon Spiders

They did not even have time to clean up the corpses on the ground before they rushed to the next battlefield.

The living was always more important than the dead.

If one minute was delayed here, another team might be destroyed there.

No one wanted their reinforcements to be late because they were collecting the corpses, resulting in their own death.

Everyone was grieving, but they forcefully suppressed their grief.

This was the price they had to pay.

At this moment, a huge shadow streaked across the sky.

Along with a loud dragon’s roar that resounded through the sky and earth, it was as if a sharp sword had cut through the sky. The entire battlefield’s sky seemed to have cleared up.

People knew.

The youngest Sword Saint on the continent, the strongest human.

The God Slayer, Walter Kane, had arrived!