woo woo woo...
Amidst the howling of wolves, more than a thousand werewolves appeared in the sight of the members of the Northeast family. Almost all the members of the Northeast family gasped in unison—in the previous charge, only the werewolves The number in the early 100s put them in danger, but now with ten times the number, can they withstand a charge from the other side
Fear, appeared again.
This is an inevitable phenomenon when facing death, and there is nothing to be ashamed of; fortunately, after experiencing the face-to-face dance of death before, the young people of the Bonost family obviously have A certain degree of adaptability; therefore, even though they were panicked, these young people did not forget what they should do.
bang, bang, bang bang bang...
At the shooting port in the bunker, tongues of flame sprayed out from the muzzle of the gun, hot bullet casings shot out, and they fell to the ground to make a clanging sound, and countless such sounds gathered together, it was like a unique scene. Like a symphony of life and death—metal and fire.
Blood spouted from the werewolves, but when one werewolf fell, more werewolves would make up for it; within the charging distance of less than 500 yards, the fallen werewolves and the charging werewolves In comparison, it is insignificant; if you compare it vividly, it is a drop in the bucket.
drink!
Mr. Fletcher twirled the trident in his hand, and then slammed it violently on the ground. Immediately, the ground within ten yards in diameter was shattered. Gravel is used as a weapon, except for children, no one will do it like this. Even children know that gravel is not reliable most of the time, so, in a certain period of time, mischievous children have an extra one in their hands. Very interesting thing: slingshot.
Under the action of that elasticity, small gravel. A pane of glass might be broken, too; and then, amidst the belated cries of the master, the children would scatter in all directions with the laughter of successful pranks—Mr. As a member of the Northeast family, I didn't have the experience of knocking on other people's windows when I was a child; however. There are still one or two slingshots as collectibles.
However, it is obvious that the crushed rocks ejected at this time are definitely not the power that the slingshot can give—if I insist on a metaphor, the power of the battering ram is very appropriate.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Puff, puff, puff...
Different from the blood splashed by bullets, these seemingly inconspicuous gravels. When it hit the werewolf's body, there was only one piercing wound left, and it only pierced through one or two consecutive wounds before it shattered on the last werewolf's body; the last werewolf also completely lost its ability to move.
However, compared to the previous one or two werewolves who were penetrated, this kind of injury is already considered very lucky, given the resilience of werewolves. After a night's rest, they can fight again on the battlefield; and those werewolves whose chests were the size of a bowl, and who can clearly see all the wounds behind them, are obviously hopeless—such injuries are for most vampires. , are all seriously injured, let alone werewolves.
After all, resilience is powerful. Also limited; not truly immortal.
boom!
Mr. Fletcher waved his trident again and smashed it to the ground, and then used his ability to shoot out the gravel. Immediately, another werewolf fell down—and Mr. Fletcher who shot twice, compared to The people of the Nord family in the bunker combined killed several times more werewolves.
Individual strength cannot change the battlefield, it is only because that person's strength is not strong enough.
In Lorant, the existence of the Solar Level. It is already an existence that can change the battlefield.
Stones, bullets, wailing, blood...
Mixed with the breath of death, it circulates repeatedly in the wilderness of this night.
And when Mr. Fletcher was about to repeat the old trick again, a figure different from other werewolves came from the battlefield, and the speed was very fast; those werewolves on the battlefield were compared with this one. It was like crawling like a baby; after a few breaths, the figure came to the side of Mr. Fletcher.
A sharp claw seemed to be the pounce of a big cat in the bushes, and the next moment it came to Mr. Fletcher's waist—each tip on the sharp claw was the size of a small dagger, and any one of them was scratched To exist, even a stone would have to be crushed, let alone flesh and blood.
If you are scratched, you will die selflessly.
Hey!
Faced with such an attack, Mr. Fletcher let out a sneer straight away. The trident he just swung turned around at a completely unreasonable angle, and the three sharp halberd heads were facing each other directly. It is inserted into the chest—with the length of the trident, it will definitely stab the opponent through before the opponent's sharp claws catch it.
Squeak!
When the trident was about to touch the opponent's chest, another sharp claw blocked there—the outstretched claw completely ignored the sharpness of the trident's head, and grabbed the middle one; Then, there was the sound of sharp metal weapons colliding.
Moreover, the sound became louder and louder, and even sparks splashed in all directions—Mr. Fletcher pushed the trident towards the opponent with such a huge force that the opponent had to stretch out his claws to deal with it. However, in the face of Mr. Fletcher's tyrannical strength, a ten-yard-long trench was formed like this.
laugh!
When this figure felt that the power on the trident was really beyond his ability to contend with, he immediately mustered up all his strength and turned in the opposite direction, and his whole figure retreated rapidly; however, the blood flower floating down in midair Obviously, such a retreat is not without cost.
Under the moonlight, a werewolf that was much larger than an ordinary werewolf, with a pair of extremely thick claws, showed its pale fangs fiercely at Mr. Fletcher, and on its chest, there was a not deep, but flesh and blood The wounds are clearly presented there.
"Who are you?"
In the mouth of the werewolf, asked in the form of common language.
"The patriarch of the Northstead family!"
Mr. Fletcher reported his family name, but he did not say his name—for family members, the name of the family should be in line with etiquette, because it is an honor; when asked, he will be proud Say it, even if the other party is a dark creature; but your own name needs an existence that can be almost the same as each other. You can only say it, otherwise, it can only be regarded as an insult.
Obviously, for this werewolf, Mr. Fletcher did not think that the other party was on the same level as himself; therefore, when the voice just fell, the trident in Mr. Fletcher's hand was from top to bottom. It was struck head to face. Although it was not a long knife, the tip of the halberd was not inferior to any long knife. It was enough to make anyone who was attacked turn pale with fright.
This werewolf was no exception, although its face was obscured by lush hair. But the appearance of the bristling hair has already explained all the problems - there is only one possibility for an animal to stand up all its hair: as if it is facing a big enemy.
call!
The moment the huge wind pressure was struck by the trident, there was a sound. The werewolf wanted to move subconsciously, but a huge pressure came from the outside. Making it unable to move at all, recalling the scene where the old man was manipulating the gravel, the werewolf immediately knew the reason - the Nord family, as the de facto rulers of the bay area, their family ability, in the dark The world is not a secret, but it is widely circulated by people.
remove. Outside of these dark creatures that have been hiding in the Hailin area, anyone who fights against the Nord family will be careful about their family ability: mind power - a person who can only move and break spoons at the low level, and can only move at the high level. But the ability to move mountains; of course, using mind power to lock the enemy in place is also a common trick.
ah!
An uncontrollable scream came from the werewolf's mouth. Unable to move, facing such an attack, the werewolf had no other choice but to fight recklessly - no matter how tough his physique was. Before one has no ability or surpasses the realm of mortals, one is still only a body of flesh and blood, and facing a sharp weapon, especially when the weapon is held in the hands of a Sun Yao level powerhouse, the result is already doomed.
The two sharp claws were cut off, and the head under the sharp claws. Before the other party's screams were cut off, Mr. Fletcher pressed down hard again, and directly split the other party's body in two; The cries stopped in shock, leaving only blood and internal organs scattered all over the place.
After solving the enemy who had entangled him for a moment, Mr. Fletcher looked at the battlefield again—although it was only a short time of less than half a minute, the situation on the battlefield has changed drastically at this moment; without his stop , In the hail of bullets, those werewolves were not stopped by anything, and they had already rushed to the bunker.
Under the impact of multiplying the number, these bunkers were quickly destroyed as imagined by the people of the Nosd family—the blood belonging to the human side appeared on this battlefield for the first time, and such Appearing, it was like dominoes, and the screams became one after another.
On the other hand, the werewolf side, stimulated by the fresh flesh and blood, became more and more violent-in almost an instant, the number of bunkers in this stronghold was reduced by half; and when Mr. Fletcher turned around, he just saw A member of his own family was dragged out of the bunker by a werewolf. Although the young man took out his pistol and kept shooting, it did not cause effective damage under the cover of the werewolf's other sharp claw.
Then, a bloody mouth appeared in front of this young member of the Nord family.
Click!
The sound of flesh and blood being separated became inaudible amidst the crisp sound of bones being broken. The werewolf grabbed the head of the young Nord family member, and then stuffed the rest into his mouth. Chewing it—sharp teeth, crushing it down to the bone and swallowing it.
Damn it!
Seeing this scene, Mr. Fletcher appeared in front of the werewolf the next moment. Before the other party could react, he jumped up in the air, grabbed the other party's throat, and then pressed him to the ground, with his knees Press down on the opponent's chest, and then use force with his arms—the werewolf's head was torn off abruptly, just like what it had done to the young Northrider before.
Throwing the werewolf's head aside casually, Mr. Fletcher rushed frantically to the place where the werewolves were most densely populated. The sound of the wind brought by the trident in his hand was like the gust of wind blowing waves outside Nasas Harbor. The last scream from time to time made the old man feel emotions that he hadn't seen for a long time—anger, hatred, and regret. Such emotions were mixed in his heart. It was like the bite of a poisonous snake, which made Mr. Fletcher's chest tight and painful.
Afterwards, the power of the trident became heavier, and its speed became even faster.
Although Mr. Fletcher had already thought of the possibility of such a situation beforehand, and thought he was ready for it, but when it really happened. Only then did he realize that his preparations were not sufficient—every wail from his own people made him angry and unbearable.
And the accumulated anger will only make people crazy!
Under the trident, waves of werewolves were pierced and cut. Then wave after wave of werewolves rushed up—compared with the people hiding in the bunker, they obviously favored the enemy they faced directly on the battlefield; and hunting such an existence was more in line with their habits .
Decorating with the head or skin of the strong is not unique to vampires.
In front of Mr. Fletcher, the corpses of the werewolves piled up more and more, almost covering the surrounding area with a diameter of more than 20 yards. Obviously, such a result did not satisfy Mr. Fletcher. . He wants more corpses!
Only ten times or a hundred times of revenge can calm the anger and madness in his heart.
"Old friend, get out of the way!"
The sudden sound brought back the mind of Mr. Fletcher, who was frenzied in the battle, and he immediately understood what was going on. When he rounded the trident in his hand, he quickly After turning around, he forced the surrounding werewolves away.
then. The whole person withdraws and flies back!
The moment Mr. Fletcher backed away, the end of a lengthy incantation suddenly sounded loud, and some red powder fell from the night sky with this ending, even under the dim moonlight, these The powder was also incomparably crystal clear, and while dancing with the wind, these powders finally fell on the ground. And on the werewolves standing on the ground—
boom!
The next moment, a violent explosion burst out from these powders, and the tongues of flames shot up to a height of more than ten feet, and those werewolves within the range of the flames instantly turned into ashes. And this 100-yard-long wall of flames taught enough lessons to those werewolves who were charging—almost 300 werewolves died under the flames in this instant.
And the remaining werewolves, also under the flames, had to restrain their steps—as werewolves, it is no secret that they are afraid of flames; in fact, most dark creatures will feel uncomfortable under the flames; especially some ghosts , the flame can cause the most direct damage to it.
"They won't be able to stop them for long! In the next wave, they will choose the most appropriate opponent!"
Standen, who fell from the night sky, looked at the werewolves standing still behind the flames, and couldn't help frowning—if he was given enough time, these werewolves in front of him could be completely wiped out; but obviously Well, the werewolves are not wild beasts without wisdom. After they have gone through this experience, they will definitely be on guard carefully.
Moreover, from the beast-like eyes of the other party, it was obvious that the other party had a clearer plan - to clean up the trash fish, and then concentrate on dealing with them.
"Sly beast!"
Mr. Fletcher spit on the ground in a very disrespectful manner, and then waved the trident in his hand—obviously, before the flames ended, the old patriarch of the Northeast family was going to take the lead in attacking the flames. Clean up the werewolves; even if they can't eliminate them all, they should eliminate as many as they can; after all, if there is no loss of a werewolf, the people behind him will be safer.
As the patriarch, while enjoying the respect of the clan, he also bears the safety of the clan.
"etc!"
The old wizard grabbed his friend, and he looked to the west. Under his frown, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle: "There is more negative energy in the direction of Hailin District. Move towards here, there is a solar-level existence in it!"
"several?"
After Mr. Fletcher was startled, he immediately asked.
"There are too many breaths of negative energy to accurately determine; however, there are no less than three!"
The old wizard looked there with his eyes from a special angle of view, and replied with a serious face - the reason why they were able to repel the opponent's two charges in the previous battle was because of the existence of two solar-level people, he and his friend. ;Once there are solar-class existences in the opponent's camp, then their advantage here will no longer exist; coupled with the number of opponents, it can be said that not only will they have no advantage, they will even give up the victory.
"Are these guys going to launch a general attack?"
With such a self-talk full of doubts, Mr. Fletcher did not hesitate to trust his friend. He reached into his pocket and took out a crystal the size of a little finger, and then threw it into the air.
Whoosh!
With the sound of breaking through the sky, the crystal flew into the night sky, and after a burst of flashes, a huge phantom trident lay across the night sky, which could be clearly seen in a radius of a hundred miles—Mr. Fletcher and Stanton were not Fighting alone, apart from the surrounding bunker strongholds, elite patrols are also around.
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