The roar of the force gun broke the silence of the town, and the elder werewolf flew to dodge almost at the moment of the gunshot, but he was still a step too late. In the splash of blood, his right arm and the wooden staff in his hand flew out of the body and fell far to the ground.
Enduring the severe pain, the werewolf elder tremblingly rushed to the wooden staff, reaching out to grab it. It seemed that this tattered wooden staff was more important than his life.
But the gunshot rang out again, and the left arm of the werewolf elder was also broken. His aged body fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a while.
In the room not far away, Yetong put away the chanting of shadows, drew out his dagger, turned around like lightning, and stabbed straight at the door! The dagger pierced through the wooden door until it lost its handle.
There was a scream outside the door, and a werewolf claw pierced through the wooden door, grabbing Yetong's wrist. However, Yetong's hand was firmly holding the blood-sucking blade, motionless. In just a few breaths, the werewolf warrior's hands gradually weakened and he fell down.
Only then did Yetong put away the blood-sucking blade, exited through the window from the other side of the room, and disappeared into the complex maze-like alley. As soon as she left, a force grenade like a small watermelon was thrown into the room through the window, and then blew up the whole house.
Gunshots and explosions threw the whole town into chaos. The werewolf fighters heard that the explosion came from the force grenade issued by the guards, but the gunshots were very strange.
Several werewolf warriors returned to the square and were shocked when they saw the werewolf elder struggling in a pool of blood. They rushed over to help the elder up, but the elder stared at the stick and said anxiously, "Quick, give me my stick!"
Looking at the elder's short arms, the werewolf warriors didn't know how to use the elder after getting the stick. But this was the elder's order, so a warrior ran to the wooden staff that fell in the distance. But just as he bent down and stretched out his hand, there was a roar of gunfire, and then his head exploded suddenly. The headless werewolf body shook before it slowly fell to the ground.
A lot of blood and minced meat splashed on the wooden staff. Strangely, the wooden staff seemed to come to life, wriggling on the surface, devouring the flesh and blood. Even the colorful cloth strips wrapped around the staff are absorbing flesh and blood.
Seeing this scene, the elder became even more anxious. While urging the werewolf warrior to take out the stick from the flesh, he ordered them to find the sniper and kill him.
Seeing the wooden staff sucking flesh and blood, the werewolf warriors felt chills secretly. However, since the elder had ordered it, a warrior still bit the bullet and walked towards the wooden staff. But just as he bent down, the gunshots rang out again, and his head was shattered by another shot.
The werewolf elder looked at the looming dark color in the sky, his face was extremely ugly, and said: "The devil, it is the devil! How can there be a devil here?"
Demon descendants are extremely rare in the neutral land, but the shadow left in the sky is the trail left by the original force bullet passing through the air. It is a real magical breath, which only demon descendants have. Other dark races will basically not use demonic weapons, because the power will be weakened a lot.
Just relying on the gunshots, the werewolves couldn't find Yetong's position. Every time a sniper kills, Ye Tong will activate the special ability of "echo", so that the gunshots will echo around, so that others cannot determine her position through the gunshots. However, the traces of magic power remaining in the air exposed Yetong's hiding place.
Under the guidance of the werewolf elder, several werewolf warriors rushed towards Yetong's hiding place, some pierced through the window, some smashed into the door, and some directly crashed into the room from the roof. But when they rushed into the room, they didn't see Yetong at all, all they saw were a bunch of force grenades on the table.
A loud noise shook the entire town, and the house and its surroundings were razed to the ground. Although the few werewolf warriors who rushed into the room were quite powerful, they could not be spared at such a short distance. The werewolf who broke in from the roof was blown up to a height of tens of meters.
Not far away, Yetong saw this scene, turned around and disappeared into another alley. Before leaving Eternal Night, as a blood princess, Yetong fought more battles with werewolves than humans, and she knew the fighting habits of werewolves well.
The moment the explosion happened, the werewolf elder's face became extremely ugly. He suddenly raised his head, raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl, calling for the surviving werewolf warriors.
Several long howls sounded from different places in the town.
The face of the werewolf elder instantly became even more ashamed. The number of responses was so low that it was disconcertingly small. With so many fighters entering the town, it was as if they had entered the mouth of an invisible giant beast, and there was no response. Excluding those who were killed by snipers and bombers, there were at least more than fifty fighters. But now, there are less than ten responses.
The corners of the werewolf elder's eyes twitched, his eyes swept across the hell-like town, and he let out several short cries, the voice was shrill, like a ghost crying.
This is an order for the surviving fighters to retreat, and it is a desperate retreat. Don't care about the loot, don't rescue your comrades, just run for your own life.
Several werewolf warriors rushed out of the town and quickly fled into the distance. The gunfire rang out again, and a werewolf warrior fell to the ground, while the rest of the werewolves took the opportunity to run quickly and escaped from the range of the shadow chant.
Ye Tong, who was half kneeling on the roof, put down the Shadow Chant, and watched the few werewolf warriors go away. These people were deliberately sent back to report.
In the central square, Qianye picked up the stick and walked to the werewolf elder. In Qianye's hands, this wooden staff became extremely honest, even though there was still a lot of flesh and blood on it, it no longer squirmed and devoured it.
Qianye squatted in front of the elder and asked, "Why do you value this wooden staff so much?"
The werewolf elder snorted, but did not answer. But looking at the subconscious anxiety in his eyes, it can be seen that this wooden stick is extremely important to him.
The pain of the severed arm tormented the elder, but he did not utter a single groan. Qianye frowned again, knowing that it might be difficult to get anything out of his mouth. This determined enemy might be admirable, but it's also annoying.
After pondering for a moment, Qianye ejected a trace of blood energy and shot it into the wound of the werewolf elder. His face immediately contorted, and his body was constantly shaking, obviously suffering from great pain. But until he passed out from the pain, the werewolf elder didn't groan, let alone beg for mercy.
Yetong came over and asked, "How?"
Qianye raised his wooden stick and said, "Why didn't you ask. But he values this thing very much, it seems that there is some secret hidden in it. It's ok, I can't make him tell it."
"Let's keep this wooden stick for now. There will always be questions. If he doesn't say it, someone will always say it."
Qianye nodded, put the stick back into Anduya's mysterious world, then reached out and patted the werewolf elder's head lightly, shattering his skull. With such an injury, even if he was revived again and revived briefly, he would not regain his sanity.
After doing all this, Qianye and Yetong left the town and disappeared into the Black Forest.
Only tens of kilometers away from the small town, a huge floating battleship hovered at a low altitude. The battleship is covered with thick steel barbs, making it look particularly ferocious. The style of this battleship is obviously still in the era when the airship was just invented. At that time, there was no powerful force cannon, let alone a ballista with extremely powerful tracking and locking functions. Ramming is still an important means of airship combat.
On the top floor of the battleship, the entire floor is a huge command room. On the seat filled with ancient styles in the center, sat a werewolf with long hands and long feet and a gloomy face. He has strange dark red hair and dark red eyes.
In front of him, several werewolf warriors who had escaped from the town knelt on one knee and reported what happened in the town one by one.
The werewolf on the high seat said slowly: "A demon descendant? Are you sure it is a demon descendant?"
The werewolf warrior said: "It's Elder Gillette's judgment."
"Well, although that old guy in Gillette is useless, his eyesight is not bad, not to the point of being completely useless. Since he said he was a demon descendant, he is a demon descendant. In such a remote place, there will be a demon descendant. descendants? Somebody, bring me the map."
Two attendants fetched a map and unfolded it in front of him. The terrain around the town is marked on the map. Although the production is rough, it can still be barely seen.
The red-haired werewolf stared at the map for a long time and said, "Tell me, where will that demon descendant be hiding?"
An old werewolf said: "We have searched this area thoroughly, and there is only one place that we missed."
The red-haired werewolf said, "Black Forest?"
"According to the people in the town, there used to be a road at the edge of the Black Forest that could reach a piece of land. A few newcomers who just arrived in the town settled down there. But they are all human race, not demon descendants."
The red-haired werewolf frowned and said, "Ask more clearly!"
The werewolf old man was a little embarrassed, and said, "Well, Lord Bloodmane, the town has been killed long ago, and now I can't find anyone if I want to ask."
Bloodmane was noncommittal, staring at the map, and said after a while: "This map is wrong, there is no road there, and they are all blocked by the Black Forest."
"Yes, my lord, if you want to search that land, you need to go through the Black Forest."
"Hmph, through the Black Forest? I'm not interested in that. Since there are no living people in this area, let's go back."
The werewolf old man was startled, and hurriedly said: "Elder Gillette's body is still in the town, and he still has the wand of recovery!"
"That's right, let's go to the town first."
A moment later, a huge floating battleship flew over the small town, and dozens of werewolf fighters jumped off the floating battleship and landed in the town. They quickly searched the town and only found the body of Elder Gillette, but not the Wand of Resuscitation, let alone any valuable clues.
On the floating battleship, Bloodmane looked at Gillette's body, his eyes stayed on the severed arm for a long time, and said, "There are traces of magic power, but it is not necessarily a demon descendant. But, let's report it like this. Hmph, a little clue None of them are left behind, you are an old hand!"
"My lord, do you want to expand the search scope?"
Bloodmane didn't answer, but looked out the window. Through the porthole, you can see the lifeless black forest in the distance. Looking at it from this angle, mist is constantly rising in the Black Forest, and within hundreds of meters above the entire forest, mist is shrouded everywhere.
Seeing the mist, Xuemane's pupils shrank slightly, and then said: "No need, let's go back."