Cyril's breathing almost stopped at this moment. He never expected Caroline to run out by himself. Moreover, the girl seemed not satisfied with the movement of opening the door. She held the iron rod in her hand and spoke like a mage holding a staff:

"ah!"

The lack of many syllables is even more irrelevant to the death ripple that ripples arise as the undead mage opened its mouth in the previous life. It is just a cowardly voice of a brave man, but at the same time it is the countdown to his death.

Just like the bell that startled the crows at dusk, the two zombies locked Caroline at this moment, and took stiff steps together and walked towards the girl-

But only one zombie approached her. Cyril had only a moment of hesitation and ran forward with all his might. The distance between two meters was fleeting, and the zombie with his back was not too late to turn around to deal with the sudden attacker. This time, the broken Silver Blade Knight's standard sword cut into its neck smoothly and cut its head down with destruction!

Kicking down the body of the zombie, Cyril looked at Caroline, who was stopped in front of the remaining zombie, and seemed to be frightened to the point of being weak. Cyril shouted "Run" loudly, trying to catch up with the zombie, but it was obviously too late-

This corpse is the strongest among the three zombies. It belongs to the apprentice of the blacksmith shop. After it became a zombie, it was huge like a snow demon giant from the north. No one could question the power of its wave of its arm.

Cyril couldn't help but close his eyes. He could not stop the zombie attack. At this time, he could only observe silence for Caroline in advance, and pray to the stars in the sky. As the undead awakened by Caroline, he would not end this new life directly because of Caroline's death.

But just when he thought Caroline's life was like a candle in the wind, he vaguely felt a wave of magic rising up on this street, and even his sprinting pace stopped.

The movements of the zombie stopped completely, and her arms froze in the air, as if they were stopped when they were stumbled.

Caroline's talent was once again inspired?

Thinking of this in his mind, Cyril's movements did not stop at all. The zombie stiffened in place was easier to deal with than the previous one. With the feeling of the previous time, Cyril's sword was even more handy and directly chopped off its swollen head.

He didn't dare to relax when he passed by his own zombie, and immediately looked around him vigilantly, for fear that Caroline would wake up several zombies again.

It was not until the behemoth behind him fell to the ground, and the rotten flesh and blood pasted half of his body that Cyril was sure that there was no new enemy, so he lowered his broken sword and looked down at Caroline.

The girl was still obsessed with the long stick that was not threatening to the zombies, her arms trembled like sieves, and even her eyes were closed. She leaned against the wooden door, and her whole body was leaning against the door.

She was really scared, and people could not have imagined that she had just made a zombie stop moving.

Cyril could not imagine what drove the girl to face the zombie and actively "causing monsters" for him. He could not evaluate whether this behavior was a "pig teammate" or a "magical operation", and now is not the time to evaluate-

He threw down the sword, his hand gently landed on the girl's silver and messy hair, feeling her trembling slowly calmed down, and said softly in that still hoarse voice:

"It's okay, Caroline."

"May the star shine on you."
Chapter completed!