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Zu Mao ran north with the remnants of the soldiers, taking out the acceleration scroll from time to time, and cursing in his mouth.

"Fuck, I really want to turn my head and kill these long-haired beasts!"

"General, don't delay the Lord's affairs!" The adjutant immediately reminded that he was really afraid that this reckless man would not act according to plan.

"I naturally save it!" Zu Mao urn sound urn airway.

He couldn't help but look back again. At this time, there were less than 200 people left behind him.

There were hundreds of people folded in the hands of those werewolves, and Zu Mao suddenly felt a little distressed.

"General, there are reeds ahead!" The adjutant reminded.

Zu Mao suddenly lifted his spirits and sped up.

The sun has completely set and the bright moon is beginning to rise.

Ferguson's wolf eyes began to glow green, which allowed him to see in the dark, and this alone was far superior to those humans.

Ferguson was extremely anxious in his heart, and he understood Viscount Gregory's temper very well.

If you lose so many soldiers yourself, you will definitely be punished.

Only by killing all those humans may be able to calm the anger of Lord Viscount.

And Scripps, the arrival of Ellis made his conjecture come true.

At this time, Ferguson also heard movement in the rear.

"Damn, why are these two guys from Scripps here!"

Ferguson quickly realized that he was being watched by them, and these two must have come to grab the credit!

Ferguson naturally couldn't agree, he still wanted to use this to make up for it, and how could he let others plug in.

"Quick, hurry! Speed up and catch up with them! Ferguson kept ordering acceleration.

But Ferguson felt that these deserters in front of him rushed into the reeds, only for a moment, but disappeared without a trace.

Ferguson also experienced countless battles large and small, and his heart immediately sank.

Supposedly, he should not have made the low-level mistake of underestimating the enemy, but because of his dedication, he was negligent!

A sharp sound of breaking the air sounded, and a large area of reeds was directly crushed. Before Ferguson could react, the arrow had already hit his chest with terrifying power.

The arrow passed through Ferguson's chest and shot towards the werewolf behind.

The chests of several werewolves exploded directly, and they just wailed and disappeared.

Ferguson was carried by that force and fell directly off his mount.

What frightened Ferguson even more was that there was already a shout of killing around him.

Where does Ferguson still not understand that he has fallen into a trap!

All this is the enemy's ploy!

The shouts of killing shredded the silence of the night, and countless humans emerged from the reeds taller than a human.

What alarmed these werewolves even more was that flames were burning around them.

Werewolves have most of the traits of wolves, strong physique, flexible body, dark vision.

But also because of this, possess some of their flaws.

Originally their eyes were adapting to dark vision, the sudden light almost blinded them, at least causing them to fall into temporary blindness.

The heat and fire made them instinctively feel afraid.

Coupled with the ubiquitous shouts of killing around him, the werewolf soldiers were terrified, and did not think of resisting at all, but were instinctively controlled to escape here.

At this time, only the werewolf hero can remain a little calm.

"Damn it, stop it all and hold the front!"

Hearing the order of the werewolf hero finally allowed those soldiers to begin to stabilize.

Ferguson was almost trampled by a soldier who struggled to get up.

But before Ferguson could give an order, he heard a shout.

"Burn the black nest!"

With a thunderous explosion, the entire sky was dyed crimson.

In the burning clouds, the flint stones the size of millstones roared down.

Countless reds appear in the night, stretching into a patch. Dense rockets fell like a rain curtain, shrouding the army of werewolves.

The flint fell, but there were those next to each other, and even the screams were too late to be directly smashed into meat mud.

Flint tumbled through the wolf crowd, smashing werewolves one by one.

And the dense rain of fire fell, and the werewolf suddenly fell like wheat.

And more werewolves were shot and not dead.

But they were even more miserable, the flames igniting their hair, burning their skin, causing them to scream and roll on the ground.

Defeated!

How proud Ferguson was before, how embarrassed he is now.

There was chaos all around, the wailing of werewolves, the shouts of human killing, filled his eardrums.

"Give me death!"

Zu Mao looked at the battlefield that was already a sea of fire in front of him, and only felt extremely happy!

Just now, these guys were chasing behind his ass, but the lord did not allow him to use his full strength.

Now it's finally time to have a good fight!

Zu Mao looked up to the sky and laughed three times, and the battle axe in his hand directly split a werewolf who rushed out of the sea of fire in half.

Blood splashed on his face, inspiring his killing intent even more.

"Roar—"

A werewolf hero leaped out of the flames, and his long knife slashed down sharply.

"Good to go!"

Zu Mao shouted, and the tomahawk and long knife greeted him.

"Bell-" With a long sound of gold and iron, Zu Mao took two steps back.

The werewolf hero roared, and the figure suddenly pounced, and the long knife in his hand cut out the Dao afterimage.

Zu Mao was immediately suppressed and retreated one after another.

The two soldiers next to them rushed over, but they were instantly killed by the dense sword light.

The corpse turned into pieces of flesh and blood and dripped the ground.

The werewolf hero was covered in flames, his hair was large and scorched black and dry, very embarrassed, but a pair of eyes were shining with bloodthirsty light, and he stretched out his long tongue and licked the blood on his lips.

"Wha-" The

werewolf hero swooped in, and the long knife cut a crimson blood shadow.

"Boom-" Although Zu Mao tried his best to block, the weapon was directly knocked out by that force.

The werewolf hero laughed viciously, and the long knife slashed horizontally.

At the moment of life and death, Zu Mao suddenly roared and directly met the long knife.

The long knife flashing red cut through the armor at the waist ribs, but it was difficult to inch, and a pair of hands grasped the blade desperately, ignoring the blade cutting the fingers.

"Give me death!" Zu Mao suddenly slammed a head mallet on the face of the werewolf hero.

The werewolf hero's pointed nose suddenly flowed blood, and his head was a little dizzy.

But he was instantly furious, he tried, but he couldn't pull out the knife, so he simply gave up the long knife and suddenly pounced on Zu Mao.

Before Zu Mao had time to rejoice, he was directly thrown to the ground by the werewolf hero.

The werewolf hero claws like knives, tearing open his armor.

And that wolf's mouth was wide open, the smelly smell came to the face, and the sharp teeth were like daggers, and they were about to bite off in an instant.

"Beasts give me a roll!"

A voice was like thunder on the ground.

A large knife slashed down, and the werewolf hero's back was almost broken, and he rolled several times under that force.

Before he could get up, he rode out like lightning.

The pitch-black spear instantly nailed him to the ground, and blood splattered out.

The werewolf hero struggled to raise his head and saw a young and handsome face, which was full of cold frost.

The young lord rode a huge black wolf on his crotch.

The wolf's scarlet eyes stared at him, and then bit down hard.