Reborn as a Werewolf Ancestor

Chapter 149: The battle situation changes

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Following the commander's order, several mages cast various elemental spells and attacked the four giant flames in front of them, trying to intercept them.

But in the face of the disparity in class, first-tier or even second-tier spells can't stop the opponent from moving forward.

It wasn't until a huge thunderbolt in the sky bombarded the four huge flames that they were completely extinguished.

"At four o'clock in the north, the opponent is moving towards the south, attack!" Without pausing for a moment, the commander continued to order several mages.

"Yes, sir."

Immediately, three spells rushed to Kane's position, but he avoided them sharply, and everyone could only see his moving figure through the fog.

"Damn! This guy is really fast!" the commander said regretfully.

Soon there were other attacks in the mist, several sword qi mixed with flames, seemed to want to distract their attention.

The flames hit the wall of fire, swallowing the flames above completely, and carrying a large amount of huge flames, they fell on Chaofan below.

"ah!!"

Chaofan, who was wrapped in the sea of flames, let out a desperate scream. This move greatly hit the morale of Manvila's Chaofan troops.

Several water elemental mages joined hands to pour a large amount of water into the sea of fire.

On the one hand, it is to rescue teammates, and on the other hand, it is to prevent the fire from spreading.

"Zizi."

The flame and the water source mixed together, producing a large amount of water vapor, which made the position of Manvila's extraordinary position completely covered by the water vapor.

Under this mass of fog, no one can clearly see the surrounding environment, even if there is a string of thunder hammers shining above.

"It's over." The commander muttered to himself.

He knew that after he and the others were in a hurry and cast water magic to put out the fire, their lives were completely under the control of the other party.

"puff!"

There was a sound of a sharp sword piercing into the flesh in the distance, and the commander knew that it was the opponent who had started to act.

"Everyone, stand back to back in a circle, and don't let the other party seize the opportunity to place you alone."

As a last resort, the commander issued the last order. Even though he knew that it would not have much effect, it was already the most suitable method under the current situation.

After everyone Chaofan heard the commander's order, they quickly searched for their comrades-in-arms. They joined together back to back, looking at the gray mist around them, waiting for the impending assassination.

Because of the obstruction of the fog, all of Manvila's transcendents will not be together, and they can't see the surrounding situation clearly. The best way is to form a smallest circle with the comrades around them. When you see an attack coming from the fog, you can notify the comrades around you in time.

However, the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. Most of the time, they don't even have a chance to make a sound, and they will fall into a permanent sleep.

Kane's offensive was so fast that they had no chance to speak. This was also because the number of opponents was too small. If they could follow the commander's order, they would not be so careless when they gathered together.

Accompanied by the sound of assassination and the sound of his companions falling to the ground, finally someone in Manvila's extraordinary team couldn't bear the pressure, left the team, ran into the mist, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The commander, Mage Ibold, and several second-order transcendents looked back at the fog in front of them. Their group hadn't been attacked yet. Of course, Kane and others might want to keep them until the end.

"I didn't expect the commander of my mighty Manvila army to be buried here." The commander couldn't help but sighed for his upcoming fate.

"Sir, what's the result? It's hard to say?" Master Aibode said unwillingly.

The commander smiled slightly, and did not refute the other party's argument, but just held the sharp sword in his hand tightly, wanting to be more heroic in the end.

At some point, the sound of the opponent's stabbing became closer and closer to their position.

Several people knew that the enemy's attack was about to come, and they raised their spirits, staring at the surrounding fog, and being alert to the enemy who would attack at any time.

Suddenly, a pair of sharp claws came towards the commander in front of him. He raised his sharp sword and tried his best to block the attack of the sharp claws, while the two extraordinary people beside him also swung their swords and slashed above.

However, no matter how much they slashed, they couldn't stop the pair of sharp claws in front of them from moving forward. The opponent's speed was so fast that before Master Aibode could react, he grabbed the commander away and brought him into the into the mist.

"Pfft." A scary voice sounded, just like the stabbing sound they heard before.

Two second-order transcendents wanted to rush into the mist to bring the commander back, but they were stopped by the mage Ibold beside them.

"Stop it."

Iberd spoke.

Hearing the words, the two extraordinary people stopped their movements and asked him, "But, Your Excellency Ibold, the officer is still inside."

Ibbod laughed at himself: "Do you think you can save it by rushing into it?"

"Then you can't just watch Commander Mondale in deep danger?" The two asked back.

Just as the few people were talking, the commander's screams came from the depths of the mist.

"Ugh!!!"

The loyal two immediately rushed into the mist again, ready to rescue each other, but this time Edmund did not stop them.

He thought that his loyalty was no higher than those two, and he still wanted to survive, but he would not rush into the fog like hell.

Of course, Edmond couldn't stop these two people from wanting to die, so he naturally let them go, but in this way, his own combat power was a little less.

Not long after the two passed by, there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in the mist, followed by the sound of two sharp swords piercing into the body.

Edmund shook his head helplessly. He knew that the two who had just gone had been dealt with by the other side, and now it was their turn.

The remaining three Chaofan looked at Edmond nervously, hoping that he would have other ways to get them out.

"Sir, what should we do?" one of them asked.

Edmund said with a smile: "Resist with all your strength, and expect a miracle to happen."

As he said that, he silently recited the magic spell in his mouth, and at the same time, the elements of thunder in the air kept gathering towards him.

"Go! Thunder Shield!"

Numerous barriers made of Lace wrapped the three of them together, which relieved their tense mentality.

Edmund didn't relax because of this, but continued to chant the spell silently, preparing for the next spell.

Suddenly, three huge flames emerged from three directions in the mist and collided with the shield.

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