"The fire should stop them a bit."

Kant's face sank like water, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. Roger felt that there was a faint coolness in the other party's eyes looking at him.

But soon, this feeling disappeared.

"Stay at the door. Once there are monsters rushing out of the fire, cut them back. If you can't stay on the second floor, go to the third floor. In short, try your best to hold them back."

"It's getting late, and it will be dawn in just over an hour. As long as we get through this time, we will succeed!"

Kant exhorted with a solemn face.

"All right."

Roger nodded while panting heavily.

Kant needs to stand on the top of the lighthouse to guard the Murlocs climbing up through the gap, and now the iron gate below is lost. If Roger can't hold this line of defense, neither of them can survive.

What Kant held in his hand was only a single-barreled shotgun, and its range and rate of fire were extremely limited. In such a narrow space, once several Murlocs approached him, he would definitely die.

After exhorting Roger, he didn't dare to delay, and ran up as fast as possible. At this time, the fire on the first floor had spread, blocked by the flames, and a group of Murlocs were standing outside the iron gate, howling crazily, but they didn't dare near.

The heat wave was coming, and Roger also avoided it from a distance. At this time, he was in the mood to observe the environment on the third floor.

The layout is similar to the two floors below. The space here is large and much tidier. It looks like it should be the place where Kant usually lives, but for some reason, such ordinary decoration makes Roger feel a little weird.

The fire continued to burn, and the time passed by every minute and every second. If this continues, it should be able to survive until dawn.

But at this moment, there was another loud bang from downstairs, and soon after, with a bang, the iron door opened in response. At this time, the entire first floor was completely burned, and the fire spread to the second floor.

There was a strange and rapid hissing sound. Hearing this sound, the Murlocs guarding the door didn't care about the fire inside the lighthouse, and rushed in with strange screams.

Not long after, Roger saw a Murloc burning with flames rushing towards him.

There is only one upward passage on each floor of the lighthouse, and the stairs on the first and second floors have been burnt out of shape. These monsters flew up with their strong jumping power.

Roger stood guard at the stairs, watching the Murloc leaping up, and chopped down with an axe.

The Murloc screamed and fell into the fire, rolled a few times, and soon became silent. At this moment, the second Murloc also rushed up, and Roger saw the right time to concoct it according to the law.

He was blocking the passage with an ax in his hand, as if he was in charge of the gate and no one could open it.

As more and more Murlocs rushed up, Roger was also a little tired of coping. At this moment, an extraordinarily tall figure rushed into the flames. This was the leader who hit the iron gate before.

Roger's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly backed away, then climbed up the stairs to the fourth floor, and closed the partition wooden door with a bang!

A foul stench hit his face.

Roger looked around quickly, mottled marks could be seen everywhere on the walls and floors, as if countless people had scratched on it, traces of blood could be seen in the digging marks.

In the corner of the room was a square covered with a black cloth, and Roger could clearly hear the violent panting coming from inside.

Before he could continue to search, there was a sudden impact sound, and the heavy wooden door made a loud noise, and a gap was cracked on the top of the wooden door.

Roger looked across the gap, and a ferocious face came into view.

"Roar!"

With the roar, the impact struck again.

"Hold on a little longer, the sun will come out soon!"

Kant also heard the crash below and shouted loudly.

"Persist in?"

"Stick to your mother..."

Roger couldn't help but swear, this is a terrible thing, can it be done if you want to do it?

After hesitating for a moment, he abandoned the wooden door and ran up quickly, but before he could rush up, a black muzzle was aimed at him!

Kant's expression became extremely ferocious, he stayed up all night, his eyes were scarlet.

"Go down!"

"Till the sun rises!"

There was a beast-like roar from Kant's throat. At this moment, he looked no different from the monsters outside.

Roger tightened his grip on the handle of the ax in his hand.

"Do you want to die?"

Kant grinned.

"I don't mind putting a hole in your head!"

"Get out of here now!"

Boom boom boom!

The sound of impact is endless.

Kant's right hand holding the gun was shaking violently. It seemed that he might pull the trigger at any time. He looked back, and a white belly rose from the sky.

Maybe it only takes tens of seconds, and the sun will jump out of the sea! But these ten seconds are life and death!

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Roger was helpless. He bit his lip tightly, and when the sound of impact behind him reached its peak, he turned around abruptly.

He was afraid that if he waited another second, he would be unable to resist raising the ax in his hand.

No matter how fast he moves, he will never be faster than a bullet.

The moment he turned around, he took out something in his arms, opened it and poured it in!

Concentration potions.

This is his only means at present.

The cold liquid entered the throat, and soon the familiar feeling came again.

In the state of taking the concentration potion, Roger's own perception, muscle control and nerve reflex have all been greatly improved.

Although he didn't know whether this method would work, but right now, he had no choice.

Roger ran forward quickly, and he quickly felt the abnormality, his body became lighter, and he could even estimate that the next time he hit the monster, he would break through the wooden door.

There are still 4 steps. According to estimates, when he rushed to the door, the monster just broke through the door.

"It's now!"

Roger changed his direction slightly, cut at a special angle, and took the last step. He held the iron ax with both hands, his thighs, waist, abdomen and arms, twisted all his strength into a rope, and then slammed across!

Click!

At this moment, the wooden door cracked!

The dark blue monster rushed in through the sawdust. But before he recovered his senses, the ax that had been glowing with cold light slashed in front of his eyes.

The monster let out a roar, and grabbed it forward casually.

There was a loud bang.

At this moment, Roger also realized his own problem. His strength was too weak. Even if his mind could catch the opponent's movements, his body couldn't keep up.

He could only watch helplessly as the monster's sharp claws blocked the blade of the axe, and then a huge force struck him, and his whole body was sent flying like a cannonball. A stream of blood spewed out of his mouth, and he hit the wall fiercely!

There was darkness in front of his eyes, and his consciousness became blurred. Roger felt that he might faint at any time.

But at this moment, a coolness rushed into my mind.

It is the effect of concentration potion.

He shook his head, barely regaining consciousness.

But at this moment, Roger found that the monster that swept him away did not pursue the victory, but turned around and walked to the other end of the room!

"What is he going to do?"