With his hand on the golden werewolf's neck and the stabbing sword pressing against his vitals, Enzo shook the golden werewolf's body forcefully. www!QuAnBen-XIaoShuo!coM
The wolf cavalry were stunned, and so were the wild wolves. The blood of the golden werewolf dripped on the ground drop by drop. This blood had a great deterrent effect on the wild wolves. The wild wolves around them retreated with trembling hooves and no longer dared to attack Enzo and the others.
Only the wolf skeletons were still attacking and biting the wild wolves relentlessly. The wild wolves that stopped resisting became living targets. They fell to the ground one after another, with blood and pieces of meat scattered everywhere. All over the floor.
Enzo held the golden werewolf howling high high and led him back to the camp step by step. A dozen soldiers rushed forward and tied the golden wolfman's hand and foot joints with special steel wires and ropes wrapped with beef tendons. A soldier took out a big axe, and hit the golden werewolf's hand and foot joints hard with several axes, smashing his joints that had been pierced by Enzo to pieces.
The golden werewolf has not yet recovered from the influence of the Great Terror of the Undead. His body is trembling and he keeps howling in pain. The severe injuries to his body affected his will even more. He rolled his eyes and his body twitched. Suddenly, a strong smell came over him. This guy lost control of his body and became miserable and incontinent. .
Enzo smiled coldly. He looked at the soldiers in the camp. Those seriously injured soldiers had taken the medicine and their injuries were quickly under control. With the plaster applied, their injuries were improving rapidly and they could no longer be used. Even if they can't regain their combat effectiveness for a long time, at least marching and running away won't be any problem.
After giving the golden werewolf a hard kick on the head, Enzo jumped onto the uncollapsed wall and sneered at the wolf cavalry outside: "If you want your master to live, kill the person outside who wants us dead." Catch him and bring him to me! I’ll give you a hundred seconds!”
The sky in the east had begun to light up, and the wolf cavalry separated into dozens of riders without saying a word, and quickly ran towards the entrance of the Black Snake Valley.
The fat businessman's shrill howl immediately came from the entrance, and not long after that. The fat human businessman was captured by the wolf cavalry. The ruthless wolf cavalry tied a rope around his ankles and dragged him all the way in. The poor fat man was bruised all over by the rough ground, and blood splattered all over the floor.
The two green werewolves carried the fat man into the camp. Their eyes were filled with anger. They glanced at the golden werewolf who fell on the ground, then threw the fat man heavily to the ground and turned around and left without saying a word. .
Their master was captured alive. This kind of thing was too difficult for these green werewolves. Low-level orcs rarely have bright minds. They prefer to kill or be killed on the battlefield. Using their brains is an extremely painful thing for them.
So a group of more than a hundred Green Wolf Riders quickly left the valley. Enzo looked at the direction in which they were running. They should have gone to their own tribe to inform them of what happened here. It won't be long before more wolf cavalry arrive, and the orc strategist 'Yoren' used by the werewolf clan should also make an appearance.
Unlike the capable and powerful werewolf warriors, Yao people are naturally thin and short, and their fighting power is almost inferior to that of human children. But they are very clever and have endless conspiracies. It is the best intelligence supplement for the somewhat simple-minded werewolf clan. The werewolf clan marches and fights. Most of the time, we rely on people to make suggestions.
If there had been an awkward person present last night, Enzo's mere three hundred people would have been very uncomfortable. At least half of them were already lying on the ground.
Taking a deep breath, Enzo shouted loudly: "Hand over all the valuable things you have! I want sand gold, gems, magic crystals, or rare magic metals. Your master is my prisoner. This is His life money!”
The werewolf warriors fought for a while. Then they jumped off the warg one after another, took out large or small animal skin bags from their belts without saying a word, and threw the contents at the entrance of the camp.
Plenty of sand gold. Large pieces of nugget gold, sparkling gems of various colors, magic crystals that sparkle with magic light, and naturally condensed magic metal blocks that have extremely high purity without forging. The wealth accumulated by these werewolf warriors is quite a fortune. number.
Enzo glanced at these gleaming treasures and put them into the space ring as quickly as possible.
With this wealth in the hands of these werewolves, it is very likely that they can only buy 30,000 to 50,000 kilograms of the lowest quality tea from those human merchants who knock out the bones and suck out the marrow. But Enzo sold these treasures through Gaya and the Bluefin Salmon Merchant. The value of the things these werewolf warriors took out was about one million gold coins.
That's a lot of money!
It's no wonder that some human traders risked beheading and had to cross the crisis-ridden North Sea to conduct various trades with the aliens in the Odin Icefield. Who is willing to give up such income with dozens of times profit
After sneering a few times and glancing at the werewolf warriors retreating behind, Enzo walked up to the fat businessman who was knocked unconscious. He winked at Shanzu who was aside, and without saying a word, Shanzu chopped off one of the fat man's hands with his sword.
The blood spurted out far away, and the fat businessman let out a shrill scream. His body twitched violently, and he looked at Enzo in horror and shouted: "My master asked me to do this. My master... Viscount Kainz, I am from the Copper Oak Chamber of Commerce of Viscount Kainz. I, and all my companions, have been ordered by the master this time, asking us to incite our customers to attack you. !”
Viscount Kainz? A cold light flashed in Enzo's eyes for a while. This guy has become famous in the five northern provinces in recent years. He has risen in the shopping mall at an astonishing speed. A fallen nobleman who was originally poor in food and clothing suddenly became a member of the northern aristocratic circle of the empire. A well-known rich man.
This guy monopolizes the import and export trade of all ports on the northern coastline, and is the chairman of the fishery associations of all ports in the five northern provinces. He controls the militia defense teams of all port cities, and is one of the most important lackeys under Arthur.
"If it's him, it's not surprising at all!" Enzo grabbed the space ring from the fat businessman's hand, and then stabbed his throat with a sword, killing him cleanly. He shouted in a deep voice: "I'm getting ready to leave here. I captured a golden werewolf alive. It's not quite enough, but it's barely enough for the job. Or, we can change places!"
As soon as Enzo finished speaking, there was a deafening thunder above his head, and two huge purple thunder albatrosses clashed in the sky, spitting purple thunder and lightning at each other and fighting madly.
Amidst the low and powerful sound of bone horns, a bloody tiger flag floated quickly from the entrance of Black Snake Valley. Under the bloody tiger flag were five thousand tiger warriors wearing heavy armor and two thousand horsemen. A tiger knight riding a red flame tiger mount.
The warriors of the Green Wolf Cavalry let out angry and uneasy roars. They quickly mounted the wolf and formed a neat team to stop in front of the tiger man's team. A low-level werewolf warrior with a heavenly rank rode out and scolded sharply: "Don't come near, our noble Highness is here, you can't come near!"
But the tiger-man team continued to roll forward without any hesitation, and a majestic tiger-man at the front who was three meters tall waved a red copper sword and shouted loudly: "A bunch of bastards, get out of here! Kill!" I got this kid, five thousand kilograms of tea bricks, hahahaha!"
The eyes of the werewolf and tiger man were burning with fire, and they were about to collide with each other.
Enzo's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead, and he gasped, suddenly remembering the grudge between the werewolf and the tiger-man.
Just like the cats and dogs raised in ordinary people's homes, cats and dogs have not gotten along since ancient times, and the two are always causing trouble. As for werewolves and tigers, I don’t know if it’s because of some mysterious genetic relationship in their blood, but they also inherit the tradition of discord between cats and dogs.
In the war between orcs and humans, no orc commander had ever dared to let werewolves and tigers attack at the same time, because this would definitely have disastrous consequences. Either they are fighting back in their own nests and the blood is flowing, or they are sitting back and watching their friendly forces being annihilated by the human army, while they sit back and watch the show.
On weekdays, werewolves and tigers often have various frictions due to certain disputes, which can easily lead to bloody conflicts between tribes. The relationship between werewolves and tigers is the most troublesome tribal relationship in the Temple of Odin. But their nature is such that no one can solve this difficult problem.
Today, the Green Wolf Cavalry stopped in front of the tiger army, but the tiger army turned a blind eye and continued to drive into the Black Snake Valley, about to launch an attack on Enzo.
Enzo smiled. He raised the injured golden werewolf and shouted sternly: "If you want your master to survive, let these tiger men get out of the Black Snake Valley. Otherwise, don't blame me for killing him."
As he spoke, Enzo pierced the golden werewolf's thigh with his sword. Blood spurted out quickly, and the golden werewolf let out a cry of pain.
The eyes of the green wolf riders turned red. They looked up to the sky and whistled. The hungry wolves that were struggling with the wolf skeletons suddenly turned around and flew towards the tiger army. There were still about 6,000 hungry wolves left, and they gathered into a black torrent and quickly rushed in front of the Khajiit army.
The extraordinarily strong tiger man laughed "haha". He chopped a hungry wolf that rushed towards him into two pieces with one knife. Then he raised the big knife full of blood and shouted sharply: "Useless bastards, brothers." , let us come in, these five thousand kilograms of tea bricks are ours, no one can take them away!"
The tiger people screamed with excitement, raised their weapons one after another, and rushed into the pack of hungry wolves as if they were crazy.
Blood soon spread all over the ground, and the wolves were killed one after another, but there were also tigers who were dragged to the ground by the wolves.
Accompanied by an uneasy roar, the green wolf slowly began to charge.