In the Black Snake Valley, more than two thousand wolf skeletons with white bones have turned into blood, and they are desperately attacking their former companions. WWw.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.COm Wolf skeletons are not agile enough or fast enough, but their strength is more than three times greater than that of living wild wolves.
With a pounce, a bite, or a pounce, the wild wolf immediately fell to the ground, and blood spurted out from the torn body, dyeing the wolf's skeleton red. After the wolf skeletons were sprayed with blood, their movements became more and more agile and deft, their attacks became faster and faster, and their killing efficiency became more and more efficient.
The miserable white wolf skeletons defeated the wild wolves, and the death and evil energy they exuded made the wild wolves keep retreating and howling in terror. There are also bold male wolves that pounce on wolf skeletons, trying to decide the outcome with them, but the result is that they are easily torn into pieces.
Using the wolf skeleton to disrupt the attack of the wild wolves, Enzo asked the soldiers to treat their injuries urgently. His eyes were fixed on the royal werewolf surrounded by wolf cavalry. Flying the golden wolf flag, his face is no different from that of an ordinary human, except for a pair of furry wolf ears that reveal his identity as an orc.
This kind of werewolf, which is 99% similar to humans, is a pure-blooded royal orc. According to legend, the most primitive and oldest generation of orcs are exactly the same as humans. Only when they inspire the power of their blood will they suddenly transform into orc forms.
Therefore, among the orcs, the higher the purity of their bloodline and the more noble their bloodline, the higher the similarity between them and humans. The more complex and inferior the bloodline of the orcs, the more they have the characteristics of beasts. There are even some orcs who are no different from beasts when they are born.
The royal werewolf that Enzo was staring at must be an important figure in the werewolf clan.
Otherwise, a royal family who seems to have just grown up has three thousand green wolf riders to protect him, and he can recruit more than ten thousand wild wolves when he goes hunting. This is something that ordinary werewolves simply cannot do. Plus that golden wolf flag. Enzo was even more able to determine that this was a big fat sheep!
Holding a small magic scroll made of white bones in his fingers, Enzo suddenly shouted and rushed towards the werewolf cavalry. As Enzo charged, Long Gen, who was wearing heavy armor and holding a heavy horse-zanting sword in both hands, followed without saying a word. The nearly two-meter-long horse-zanting sword was dragged diagonally on the ground. Occasionally his hand shook. The huge long sword brought up a cold wind, and a large amount of blood spurted out.
A horse-cutting epee weighing three hundred kilograms, Long Gen can chop several wild wolves in half with one sword strike.
Shantu, who was holding a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, was closely by Enzo's side. He kept hitting the attacking wolves with the shield covered with spikes, and the long sword in his right hand brought up a thick cloud. The sword light firmly protected Enzo's flanks. Compared with Long Gen, who was fighting and killing fiercely, Shancuo's defense was extremely tight, and no wild wolf could get close to Enzo.
The wolf cavalry quickly discovered the three Enzos who were rushing towards them. The royal werewolf ordered his subordinates to reorganize the team. At the same time, he pointed at Enzo and the others angrily and let out a sharp wolf howl. What he meant was clear. Hundreds of people were shot and wounded by Enzo's soldiers with crossbows. This young royal werewolf needed Enzo's head to wash away his shame.
A group of thirty wolf cavalry quickly left the group. They formed a three-tiered formation of wild goose feathers, and charged at the three Enzos with sharp wolf howls. Their wargs exhaled hot breath, and large pieces of saliva flowed from their big mouths. The wolf cavalry riding on the wargs waved their long swords that were full of gaps but tried their best to protect them, and lightly struck Enzo and the three of them.
Long Gen slid forward. He clenched his sword and swung the sword fiercely from left to right.
"Horizontal slash? Split the circle!" Long Gen's hair stood up, and two lines of white air spurted out from his nostrils. The muscles on his body suddenly expanded in a circle, and the fighting spirit stimulated the muscles and shook the meridians and bones. At that moment, his strength quickly soared to its peak state.
The huge horse-killing sword emitted a cold light that was several meters long. There was a faint layer of flames flickering on the horse-killing sword. An arc of light lasted in the air for a blink of an eye before slowly dissipating. Thirty wolf cavalrymen who charged forward let out shrill howls. They were cut in half by Long Gen's sword. When blood spurted out, their warg's head fell to the ground, and blood was spread all over the ground.
After Long Gen swung the sword, he took two deep breaths. Then he strode forward and struck out with three consecutive horizontal slashes.
Wherever the heavy sword passed, wild wolf corpses were thrown up one after another. Dragon Root's skin had turned blood-colored, and heat continued to rush from the top of his head. With the strength of the lower level of heaven, he continuously activates the most powerful combat skills he has mastered. Long Gen's four swords in a row is his current limit.
Four swords struck out, thirty wolf cavalry and wargs were shattered into pieces, and more than forty wild wolves were chopped into pieces. Long Gen quickly took a few steps back and let Shancu protect him.
With this charge, Enzo and the other three were less than a hundred meters away from the royal werewolf.
Enzo pinched a magic scroll clasped in his palm, and the sword in his right hand shot out like lightning, bringing out dazzling cold light and shooting forward continuously. A wild wolf jumped up with the sword in its throat, vomiting blood and fell to the ground. Like an indestructible steel knife, Enzo tenaciously rushed forward another twenty meters among the densely packed wild wolves.
There are no wolf skeletons nearby, and dense wolves are all around. Long Gen took a few breaths, and the strength he had expended quickly recovered. He mustered up his fighting spirit, strode forward, kicked out a wild wolf that jumped up to attack, and then struck with an extremely brutal horizontal slash. Got out.
Wearing heavy armor and holding a two-meter-long horse-killing sword, horizontal slashing is Long Gen's most powerful fighting spirit. On the battlefield, he doesn't need any other tricks at all.
Several meters long sword energy spurted out, and more than thirty wild wolves howled miserably and were split into two pieces by the sword. Blood spurted out with the sword energy. Long Gen's body below the chest was sprayed with blood, and his whole body was sprayed with blood. They all turned into bloody men. He held his breath, tightened his grip on the sword, and struck out three times in a row.
One sword is five meters away, and three swords are forward fifteen meters. Enzo and the others are less than fifty meters away from the royal werewolf.
The royal werewolf's face turned slightly, and he shouted sternly: "Where are the warriors of the Green Wolf clan? Are you going to let a group of puny humans insult the dignity of the werewolf clan? Do you want me to personally chop off their heads?" "
The Green Wolf Riders let out a shrill roar, and being insulted by the master they served and followed was an unforgettable shame for the orcs who valued the honor of warriors above all else. This kind of shame can only be washed away with the blood of the enemy. Only their brains and internal organs can make this kind of shame completely disappear.
Three exceptionally strong green werewolves brandished their long knives and rode towards Enzo and the others. Behind them, this time only fifteen burly werewolves followed. These three green wolf men are the thousand-man leaders of the three thousand green wolf riders, and each of them is at the lower level of the heavenly level. And those fifteen strong werewolves were all of high-level strength.
The physical quality of orcs is much stronger than that of humans, and it is much easier for them to practice fighting spirit than humans. Therefore, in the orc community, the proportion of warriors with heavenly and high status is much higher than that of humans. If humans hadn't had a population base that was hundreds of times greater than that of the orcs, the orcs' status and celestial warriors would have already broken through the Norman battle fortress and burned, killed and looted to their heart's content in the heart of the Western Continent.
The three Celestial Green Werewolves roared and charged towards Enzo. They swung their long knives and struck Enzo fiercely with their swords.
Enzo turned his palm and crushed the magic scroll in his palm.
The sound of "click, click, click" was heard endlessly, and dozens of white bone spears as thick as arms emerged from the air with green poisonous gas. With a loud "click", the white bone spears shot out, crossing less than twenty people. Meters of space hit the three Qinglang Qianren Chang.
The magic scrolls sent by Jiawu are all the best among the best, and every strike reaches the level of a peak mage. The three green wolves were caught off guard and were hit by a blow from the bone spear. They groaned as the spear penetrated their bodies, and they fell off the warg's back in embarrassment.
The poison tempered on the bone spears quickly invaded their bodies, corroding their flesh and blood, and life quickly drained from their bodies.
With one strike from the bone spear, Enzo was less than twenty meters away from the royal werewolf.
The royal werewolf's face became extremely ugly, and he suddenly looked up to the sky and hissed. A large amount of long golden hair grew out under his skin. His ears quickly grew longer, his face bulged, and his muscles and bones all made a terrible sound. 'Crack' sound. He began to transform into a beast. He activated the power from his ancient ancestors in his bloodline and quickly transformed into a true royal werewolf - the golden werewolf!
Among the orcs, the silver werewolf is a born mysterious mage and the best candidate for a wizard; while the golden werewolf is a noble among nobles. They are powerful warriors. Any newly born golden werewolf has a status comparable to that of a human. The strength of high-level warriors.
As for this adult golden werewolf, although his fighting spirit is only at the middle level of the heavenly realm, due to the golden werewolf's natural strength and terrifying agility, he at least has actual combat power equivalent to the peak of the heavenly realm, even better than the heavenly realm. Being at the top is even more terrifying.
Enzo sneered and muttered in a low voice: "It's good to have money, and the one with the magic scroll is the boss on the battlefield!"
With a flip of his left hand, a new magic scroll was cut off by Enzo, and an invisible wave of magic quickly rushed towards the transforming golden werewolf.
The Secret Art of the Undead and the Great Fear of the Undead broke out around the golden werewolf. The sudden despair and fear quickly covered all the wolf cavalry. Even the golden werewolf who was transforming let out a shrill howl, holding his eyes with his hands and looking miserable. He lay on the ground shivering.
Enzo rushed over, his sword shot out like lightning, swiftly piercing the joints of the golden werewolf's limbs, and then grabbed his neck.
"Put down your weapons, or your master will be dead!"