Chapter 1128

Ouch, ouch

In the sound of wolf howling, more than a thousand werewolves appeared in the sight of the people of the Northrend family. Almost all the people of the Northrend family took a breath at the same time - in the previous charge, the number of werewolves was only a hundred, which put them in danger. Now ten times the number, can they resist each other's charge?

Fear, again.

This is an inevitable phenomenon in the face of death, and there is nothing to be ashamed of; Fortunately, after a dead face dance, the young people of the bonosde family obviously have some adaptability; Therefore, even if they were frightened, these young people did not forget what they should do.

Bang, bang, Bang

At the firing opening in the bunker, flames sprayed from the muzzle, and hot bullet shells burst out, falling to the ground and making a jingling sound. Countless such sounds gathered together, just like a new symphony - playing the metal and fire between life and death.

Blood burst out on the wolves, but when a werewolf fell, more werewolves would fill it up later; In the charging distance of less than 500 yards, the fallen werewolf is very small compared with the werewolf who can charge; If the image is metaphorical, it is a drop in the bucket.

Drink!

Master Fletcher spun his trident and smashed it violently on the ground. Immediately, the ground within 10 yards in diameter broke into pieces. Then, countless gravel floated out of thin air and shot straight at it - with gravel as a weapon, no one would do this except children. Even children know that gravel is unreliable most of the time, so, At a certain time, naughty children had a very interesting thing in their hands: slingshot.

Under the action of that elasticity, a small gravel can also break a piece of glass; Then, with the owner's later cries, the children will be scattered with the laughter after the success of the prank - of course, old Fletcher is over this age. In fact, as a member of the Northland family, he didn't have the experience of opening other people's windows when he was a child; However, as a collection, there are still one or two slingshots.

However, it is obvious that the rubble shot out at this time is definitely not the power given by the catapult - the power of the siege hammer is very appropriate.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

Puff, puff, puff

Different from the blood splashed by bullets, these seemingly insignificant gravel will only have a pair of wounds on the wolves, and will break on the last werewolf after penetrating one or two continuously; Let the last werewolf lose his action power completely.

However, compared with the first one or two werewolves that were penetrated, such injuries are already very lucky. With the werewolf's resilience, you can fight on the battlefield again after a night's rest; And those werewolves who were penetrated, whose chest was the size of a bowl, could clearly see all the wounds behind them. It was obviously hopeless - such injuries were seriously injured for most vampires, not to mention werewolves.

After all, the resilience is strong and limited; Not really immortal.

Bang!

Master Fletcher again waved his trident and hit the ground, and then used his ability to shoot these rubble. Immediately, another werewolf fell - and master Fletcher twice killed several times more werewolves than the Northland family in the bunker.

Personal strength can't change the battlefield, just because that person's strength is not strong enough.

In Lorant, the existence of riyao level can change the existence of the battlefield.

Rubble, bullets, wailing, blood

Mixed with the breath of death, it circulates and repeats in the wilderness of the night.

When master Fletcher was ready to repeat his old skill again, a figure different from other werewolves came quickly from the battlefield, fast; The werewolves on the battlefield were like babies when compared with this one; After a few breaths, he came to the side of master Fletcher.

A sharp claw is like the attack of a large cat in the bush. The next moment it comes to master Fletcher's waist - each tip on the sharp claw is the size of a small dagger. Any scratched existence, even a stone, has to be crushed, let alone flesh and blood.

If you are scratched, you will die selflessly.

well!

In the face of such an attack, master Fletcher directly gave a sneer. The Trident he had just waved turned the direction from a completely unreasonable angle, and the three sharp heads of the Trident were directly inserted into each other's chest - with the length of the Trident, he will stab each other before they are caught by each other's claws.

Squeak!

When the Trident was about to touch each other's chest, another sharp claw stopped there - the outstretched claw, completely ignoring the sharp edge on the Trident's head, grabbed the one in the middle; Then there was the sound of sharp metal weapons hitting each other.

Moreover, the sound became louder and louder, and even sparks splashed everywhere - Master Fletcher pushed the Trident to the other side, and the other side had to stretch out his claws to deal with it with a great force, and trampled his feet on the ground; However, in the face of father Fletcher's arrogant strength, a trench ten yards long was formed.

Hiss!

When the figure felt that the power on the Trident was really not something he could contend with, he immediately summoned up his strength and worked hard in the opposite direction, and his whole body retreated rapidly; However, the blood scattered in mid air clearly shows that this retreat is not without cost.

Under the moonlight, a werewolf with a body size much larger than that of an ordinary werewolf and a pair of sharp claws showed his pale fangs fiercely at old Fletcher, and there was a not deep wound on his chest, but the flesh and blood turned away.

"Who are you?"

The werewolf asked in the form of common language.

"Head of the Northland family!"

Master Fletcher reported his family, but did not say his name - for the people of the family, the family name should be in line with etiquette, because it is an honor; When asked, they will say proudly, even if the other party is a dark creature; But one's own name needs an existence that can be almost the same as each other before it can be said. Otherwise, it can only be regarded as an insult.

Obviously, for this werewolf, master Fletcher doesn't think the other party is at the same level as himself; Therefore, when the voice just fell, the Trident in master Fletcher's hand was cut down from top to bottom. Although it was not a long knife, it was not inferior to any long knife. It was enough to make any attacked existence lose its color.

The werewolf is no exception. Although his face is covered by lush hair, the upright appearance of his hair has explained all the problems - there is only one possibility for an animal to erect all its hair: like a great enemy.

Hoo!

The huge wind pressure sounded at the moment when the Trident broke down. The werewolf subconsciously wanted to move, but a huge pressure came from the outside, which made it unable to move. Recalling the previous scene of the human elder controlling the rubble, the werewolf immediately knew the reason - the Northland family, as the substantive ruler of the Gulf, Its family ability is not a secret in the dark world, but is widely spread by people.

In addition to these dark creatures that have been hidden in the Hailin area, anyone who fights with the Northrend family will be careful of their family ability: mental power - an ability that can only move and break spoons at the low level, but can move mountains at the high level; Of course, it is also a common trick to lock the enemy in place with mental strength.

Ah!

An uncontrollable cry came from the wolf population. When unable to move, in the face of such an attack, the werewolf had no other way except to fight hard - even if his tenacious physique was still just flesh and blood and faced with sharp weapons before he was unable or crossed the mortal situation, Especially when this weapon is held in the hands of a rising power, the result has long been doomed.

Two sharp claws were cut off, and the head under the sharp claws. Before the other party's tragic voice was cut off, master Fletcher pressed down again and directly divided the other party's body into two; The scream stopped in amazement, leaving only blood and internal organs scattered.

After solving the enemy who entangled him for a moment, master Fletcher's eyes looked at the battlefield again - although it was only a short time of less than half a minute, the situation on the battlefield had changed greatly at the moment; Without his stop, the werewolves had rushed to the bunker in the rain of bullets.

Under the impact of doubling the number, these bunkers were quickly destroyed as imagined by the people of the Northrend family - the blood belonging to the human side appeared for the first time on this battlefield, and such appearance was like a domino, and the screams became one after another.

On the other hand, the werewolf side, stimulated by the fresh flesh and blood, the offensive became more and more fierce - almost in an instant, the number of bunkers in this stronghold was reduced by half; When master Fletcher turned around, he happened to see a member of his family dragged out of the bunker by a werewolf. Although the young man took out his pistol and kept shooting, he did not cause effective damage under the shelter of another claw of the werewolf.

Then a big mouth appeared in front of the young Northrend family.

Click!

The sound of flesh and blood separation became slightly inaudible in the brittle sound of broken bones. The werewolf grabbed the head of the young Northrend family, then stuffed the rest into his mouth and chewed it up - sharp teeth, even the belt bone, crushed it and swallowed it.

damn!

Father Fletcher, who saw this scene, appeared in front of the werewolf the next moment. When the other party didn't respond, he jumped up in the air, grabbed the other party's throat, then pressed it to the ground, pressed his knee against the other party's chest, and then forced his arm - the werewolf's head was forcibly torn off, Just as it did to the young people of Northland before.

He threw the werewolf's head aside. Master Fletcher madly rushed to the place where the werewolves were most concentrated. The sound of the Trident in his hand was like the strong wind outside nassas port. The last scream of the people in his ear from time to time made the old man feel the emotions that had not appeared for a long time - anger, hatred and regret, Such emotions mixed in the bottom of my heart, like the bite of a poisonous snake, made master Fletcher's chest stuffy and painful.

Then, the power of the Trident became heavier and faster.

Although father Fletcher had thought of such a situation in advance and thought he was ready, when he really appeared, he found that his preparation was not sufficient - every cry belonging to his own people made him angry.

And the accumulation of anger will only make people crazy!

Under the Trident, wave after wave of werewolves were punctured and cut, and then wave after wave of werewolves rushed up - compared with the people hiding in the bunker, they obviously prefer the enemy they face directly on the battlefield; Hunting for such existence is more in line with their habits.

The head or skin of the strong is not unique to vampires.

In front of father Fletcher, the corpses of werewolves piled up more and more, and almost threw one layer after another within the range of more than 20 yards in diameter; Obviously, such a result can't satisfy master Fletcher. He wants more bodies!

Only ten times or a hundred times revenge can calm his anger and madness.

"Old friend, get out of the way!"

This sudden sound made master Fletcher's mind return to normal. He immediately understood what. When the Trident wheel in his hand was rounded, he took his waist as a dot, quickly turned around and drove the werewolves away.

Then, the whole person withdrew and flew away!

At the moment when master Fletcher retreated, the end of a lengthy spell suddenly rang out, and some red powders fell from the night sky with this end. Even under the dim moonlight, these powders were incomparably glittering and translucent. When dancing with the wind, these powders finally fell on the ground and the werewolves standing on the ground——

Boom!

At the next moment, the violent explosion burst out of these powders, and the flame tongue rose more than ten feet high. Those wolves within the flame range became ashes in an instant. This flame wall, which is 100 yards long, gave enough training to those wolves in charge - almost more than 300 werewolves died in this instant.

And the rest of the werewolves, under this fire, had to restrain their steps - as werewolves, it's no secret to be afraid of fire; In fact, most dark creatures feel uncomfortable under the fire; Especially for some ghosts, the flame can cause the most direct damage to them.

"It won't take long to stop them! In the next wave, they will choose the most appropriate opponent!"

Standon, who fell from the night sky, looked at the werewolves standing behind the flame and frowned - if he was given enough time, all the werewolves in front of him could be destroyed; But obviously, the wolf people are not completely ignorant beasts. After this time, they will be careful.

Moreover, from the beast like eyes of the other party, the other party obviously has a more clear plan - to clean up the miscellaneous fish, and then concentrate on dealing with them.

"Cunning beast!"

Father Fletcher spit on the ground without grace, and then waved his trident - obviously, before the end of the fire, the old patriarch of the Northland family was ready to take the lead to clean up the wolves behind the fire; Even if it cannot be completely eliminated, we should destroy as many as we can; After all, without reducing a werewolf, the people behind him were safer.

As a patriarch, when he enjoys the respect of his people, he also bears the safety of his people.

"Wait!"

The old wizard grabbed his friend, and his eyes looked to the West. Under his frown, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle: "in the direction of Hailin District, there are more negative energy breath, moving towards here, including the existence of riyao level!"

"How many?"

Father Fletcher asked immediately after he was stunned.

"There are too many breath of negative energy to be accurately determined; however, there are no less than three!"

The old wizard looked at it from a special perspective with his eyes, and the back color replied seriously - the reason why they were able to beat back each other's two charges in their previous battles was not because of the existence of his and his good friends; Once the riyao level also exists in the other camp, their advantages here will no longer exist; Coupled with the number of the other side, it can be said that not only does it have no advantage, it even has to give in to victory.

"Are these guys going to launch a general attack?"

With such a puzzled soliloquy and his belief in his friends, master Fletcher did not hesitate. He reached into his arms, took out a crystal the size of a little finger, and then threw it into the air.

Whoosh!

In the sound of breaking the sky, the crystal flew into the night sky. After a flash, a huge Trident shadow could be clearly seen in the night sky for hundreds of miles - Master Fletcher and standen were not fighting alone. Apart from the surrounding bunker strongholds, there were also elite patrol teams around.

PS first change~~~

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