The Knights of Favonius were locked in a fierce battle in Windwail Highland.
Amid the torrent of monsters, the corpses of Hilichurl berserkers already carpeted a stretch of hillside.
"Grand Master, fall back! Let us take over!"
Jean's hands were covered in monster blood. The bloody scene could cloud a person's mind. Her cloak was torn, and an arrow had grazed her waist while she fought two giant-axe Hilichurl berserkers.
Lisa unleashed five bolts of lightning. Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack.
They instantly killed more than a dozen monsters, easing the pressure on the Knights of Favonius at the very front.
Lisa said, "Eula, kick Jean out of there!"
Eula kicked Jean in the abdomen, sending her stumbling backward.
Jean had been so caught up in killing at the front that, amid the bloodshed and the roars of countless monsters, she had heard nothing.
"Hold the line!" Hoffman roared.
"Hold the line! Follow me!"
The bearded Knight of Favonius Raymond, the forty-year-old Knight of Favonius and father of two Aramis, and Millelith, the fattest member of the Knights of Favonius, roared as they moved up to hold the line.
Fortunately, the hillside road on Windwail Mountain was not very wide, allowing thirty or forty people to hold the front.
Along the slope, a dozen or so meters to the side, densely packed monsters howled.
Their position looked like an isolated island.
The battle had lasted more than half an hour.
More than fifty Knights of Favonius had been wounded or lost arms, and ninety percent of them had sustained injuries.
"Acting Grand Master Jean!"
Eula also fell back. Her blue-and-white clothes had been stained purple, and she had wounds on her shoulder and legs. She retreated to catch her breath first.
Only then did Jean recover, as though a large