The shooting holes in the towers flickered with fire.
That was the Texas wolf tribe using crossbows and muskets to shoot at the enemy.
From time to time, an expeditionary force climbing on the mountain wall would be shot in the vital point, screaming and falling into the abyss.
Accompanied by a loud noise, a lonely tower at the top of the city fired artillery shells accurately into the enemy's artillery position in the mountains, causing a series of explosions.
The earth shook, and Fringilla felt like she had become completely deaf, and her head was buzzing.
"These damn bastards are really making a lot of noise."
Fringilla rubbed her ears, and casually created a blood spear throwing spell, and nailed the wolves to the ground who were about to cut off the chains of the suspension bridge, and put it down to connect the city gate and the mountain road.
There are more and more enemies.
It seems like a lively fight, but the wolves are all rough-skinned and thick-skinned masters with extremely tenacious vitality. There are also many wolf centurions who have a skill similar to Hans's "Immortal Body". Ordinary firearms are simply useless. May kill or injure them.
Not long after, fierce shouts of killing could be heard from a nearby tower.
Prajna's expression moved slightly: "When are you going to take action?"
Fringilla, who had been setting up the magic circle for a month regardless of the cost, was now their important big C. Her duty as a heavy-armed iron guard was nothing more than to protect this big C and let her do whatever she wanted.
"There's no rush, no rush, let's wait until a few more important people come."
Fringilla narrowed her eyes slightly, observing the movement in the area covered by her magic circle.
Although there are three walls waiting for the enemy to break through behind the outermost towers of Wolfsburg that protrude from the city wall. Each of them is equipped with solid fortifications and manned garrison. However, once the enemy gains a foothold on such dangerous ground, the original natural chasm will be destroyed. The advantage will be gone.
At present, although the enemy does not seem to be blocked by the natural moat, climbing all the way up, whether it is the number of troops that can be delivered at the same time or the physical consumption of the soldiers, is a great restriction for the expeditionary force.
"Here comes a centurion."
A trace of blood flashed deep in Fringilla's vagina, and two small and delicate fangs were exposed at the corners of her mouth. Her hair and sleeves floated due to the majestic magical aura.
"Tsepesh's aura, why do you want to hang out with the rebels?"
The centurion of the wolf clan, who had steady steps, jumped up onto the protruding platform without even taking a breath.
This is a middle-aged wolf with an average appearance. He has a black wolf head tattoo on his arm and has no ears or tail. He is obviously a pure-blood wolf just like Hans.
Fringilla rolled her eyes and said with disdain: "What? You stinking, barbaric and vulgar bastards are worthy of questioning this princess?"
"Ha, if you don't use the opportunity to escape, then just die here. I don't think your Impaler will start a war with our Yaksi family just because an ignorant descendant seeks his own death."
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next moment.
Countless lines of blood lit up on the soles of his feet.
As early as the moment the wolf centurion stepped onto the platform, countless blood curses fell on it.
The criss-crossing blood formations are like blood vessels clinging to the heart, pulsating as they connect to Fringilla at the center, instilling power into Fringilla's body.
Her eye sockets were filled with scarlet red, and sharp bone spurs pierced through the flesh, sprouting from her shoulder blades, spine, and thighs, covering her body like armor.
The broad blood-red bat wings spread out, and in just a few short breaths, Fringilla seemed to have changed. Even her figure seemed to have matured a lot.
She opened her hand, and the blood condensed into a sharp sword. On the hilt of the sword, there was a pale white eye that rotated slowly.
The wolf centurion opposite had eyes filled with horror: "The aura of... the tyrant Dracula, are you his direct bloodline?"
next moment.
Fringilla turned into a ray of blood and appeared behind the wolf centurion. In her hand, she held a heart that was still beating vigorously. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing the A completely different expression from usual.
"You have a very healthy heart. Let me perform a minor surgery on you."
Pfft——
The heart was crushed by her, and the elastic flesh was squeezed out from between her fingers.
The centurion of the wolf clan fell to the ground with a look of horror on his face, and blood seeped into the patterns under his feet, making the blood color on the crisscrossing patterns even more vivid.
At the right time, a female wolf wearing a black slim-fitting leather jacket just climbed onto the platform. When she saw Fringilla, she raised the black muzzle of the gun and fired two bullets.
boom--
The bullet bounced off the ghost-faced shield.
The female wolf tribe originally wanted to continue attacking, but her throat seemed to be strangled by a strong hand. The strong suffocating feeling that hit her face made her unable to resist at all for a while.
Katcha.
Her neck tilted and her body slid softly to the ground.
With an evil smile on her lips, Fringilla came to the side of the female wolf tribe, leaned down, and pierced the flesh of her neck with her sharp fangs.
Prajna watched this evil scene silently, with the emotion on his face still calm.
Fringilla's current transformation is definitely not the tyrant transformation that can only be performed in the second stage of fineness. It is just stimulating the ancient bloodline inherited from the Impaler in her body. The resulting some atavistic changes can only be regarded as half a tyrant at best.
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"It's us two partners again, do you want some?"
Hans was holding a can of chickpea stew in his hand. It had just been roasted on the campfire. There was a layer of oil floating on it and the aroma was fragrant.
Kors closed his eyes slightly and sat leaning against the brick wall: "No need."
The combination of two people is located directly behind Wolfsburg.
The abyss beneath our feet is a chasm that is difficult for ordinary people, even animals that are good at climbing like monkeys, to cross. But for the wolves, it is definitely not too difficult to get through here.
At this time.
Gunfire rang out.
The two of them looked at each other as they listened to the roaring in their ears and the alarm bell that suddenly rang in Wolfsburg.
"Still the same old rules?"
"Um."
Coors nodded, came behind Hans, and immediately merged into his shadow like a pool of ink.
"Brother Hans, someone is coming up!"
A Texas wolf tribe stationed here suddenly spoke. He was holding a gas lamp and shining it on the mountain wall. He could vaguely see a gray shadow there, climbing up.