Massacred an entire human town?
Hans frowned deeply. He had no sense of identity as a wolf.
In his mind, he is just an ordinary person with the ability to transform into a werewolf.
He clenched his fists. This kind of demon that massacred human beings would never let him escape.
Sennong sneered: "If you don't surrender immediately after knowing my name, more than one centurion will die in my hands."
"kill him!"
The pure-blood wolf from Texas shouted loudly and rushed forward first, followed closely by Hans.
Facing a double-team between the two men and the elusive Coors, Sennon was not afraid.
I saw his figure flickering, and a black wolf clone that looked exactly like him suddenly separated and rushed towards the two of them.
I saw him using his strength to kick on the wall. His thick body seemed to be weightless, and he climbed directly to the top of the tower. He attacked Hans from top to bottom. His claws with red light fell on Hans's body. There was a bloody mark on his chest that was deep enough to show the bone.
But as a retinue of the heavily armored warrior profession, Hans's elite ability is the specialized "immortal body". Although it has not been discovered yet, his vitality is also extremely tenacious. The pain not only did not make him fearful, but also inspired him to The wildness within him.
His eye sockets were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his bloody mouth suddenly opened to the extreme, biting the opponent's shoulder fiercely.
The sharp teeth dug into the flesh and chewed his shoulder blades, making a crunching sound.
Sennong's face was full of fierceness, and he raised his claws and scratched Hans' neck.
Reality is not a game. No matter how high the health value converted from physical strength is, you will die if your neck is broken!
But this time.
The blood shadow flashed again.
The bloody blade in Coors' hand flowed rapidly like a chainsaw, and the black windbreaker on his body tore open with a sharp sound, revealing two pairs of broad fleshy wings.
The bloody scythe fell. Sennon wanted to avoid it, but Hans bit his shoulder tightly. He could only bite the bullet with his claws intertwined and push himself up. The bloody scythe broke several of his nails in succession before he was forced to do so. Parry.
Seeing Coors' attack coming again, he gritted his teeth and kicked Hans away, letting Hans chew off a large piece of his flesh and blood, and hurriedly dodged and retreated.
The fight between the clones on the other side and the Texas Wolf Clan did not go well either.
His clone only possesses 50% of the combat power of his heyday, and may still be effective against ordinary centurions, but the pure-blooded wolf from Texas is obviously also a powerful character, and was firmly suppressed. .
With the roar of the Texas wolf tribe, the clone was cut open in the middle, turned into a black mist, and returned to Sennon's body.
He said solemnly: "It is indeed a rebellious clan that has abandoned its tradition and actually got involved with the wolf clan's old enemy, the Blood Royal Court. No wonder the wolf master must cut off your bloodline and kill you all."
The Texas Wolf Clan sneered: "You are going to destroy our home and massacre our people, not to mention the Blood Court, just..."
At this time.
A bright golden light flashed in the distance, like the rising sun and the crow of the golden crow, which illuminated the entire sky above Wolfsburg as bright as day.
"Holy Glory..."
Sennong's face became even more ugly: "Okay, you actually colluded with the people of the Holy Church."
The Holy Church, the Blood Royal Court, and the Two Sicilian Wolf Clan were supposed to be three powerful forces, but now they were united under his eyes, which made him feel an ominous premonition.
The originally planned raid had no effect at all. The Basilicata wolves and the group of humble slaves and wanderers had been prepared for it long ago, and had colluded with the other two forces.
Buzz——
A deep horn sound sounded from the mountains.
It's a signal to retreat!
His face looked uncertain.
Right now, Wolfsburg is full of shouts of killing, and wolves sneaking up from the mountain wall.
The soldiers of the tribe have already been strangled with the Texas wolf tribe, and they did not know how much they suffered before they reached the top of Fort Wolf.
If we retreat at this time, wouldn't all our previous efforts be wasted?
The retreat horn sounded more urgent.
Sennong glanced at everyone present coldly, stretched out his hand and scratched the neck: "Let you live a little longer, clean your neck and wait for me to take your life."
After that, he directly knocked away a few Texas wolves blocking his retreat, grabbed two seriously injured companions with him, and jumped away on the mountain wall. The chasm-like cliff was so unexpected to him. It's like walking on flat ground.
"call."
The Texas Wolf Clan let out a sigh of relief: "Brother Hans, how are you?"
"No big deal."
Hans, who had transformed into a human form again, looked at the scars on his chest that were rolled open, and shook his head slightly. His wounds healed very quickly, and now they were no longer bleeding, and his strong vitality was fully revealed.
Of course, this comes at the expense of physical strength.
Now, he just wants to find a place to sit for a while.
"You fought well just now, but it's a pity that you don't seem to have received many orthodox wolf fighting skills."
The man said, handing over a tin box with neatly stacked chewing tobacco: "I am Leon from Basilicata, Chelinina's cousin. I hope she can have someone like you, and I am willing to work with you." We are proud of our friends who help us in times of crisis.”
Hans was silent.
His friendship with Cellinina was not that deep.
Originally he wanted to hug Fringilla's thigh, but it ended up being Fringilla's thigh - but the reason why he hadn't received many orthodox wolf techniques, rather than not at all, was due to Chelinina.
It's a pity that Chelinina is not a pure-blood wolf, and what she can teach him is very limited.
"Try it, it will refresh your mind."
Hans subconsciously refused: "Things that are generally called refreshing are not good things."
Laon laughed and said, "It's not that bad. I haven't seen any clan members die from eating this thing. Try it as a way to celebrate that we can still see the sun rise tomorrow."
Hans thought to himself that he was no longer an ordinary person. Not to mention just chewing tobacco, he could probably use special gadgets that only seriously injured patients could use in the Knights.
Moreover, this is the world of combat records.
Hans has always been a very self-disciplined person, but on this mentally tense battlefield, he was really eager to find some method that could make him forget the pain and soothe his nerves.
He dug out a piece with his fingers, put it into his mouth and chewed it under the other party's demonstration. Then he frowned and tried to spit it out with a grimace. The taste was sweet and had a pungent smell of tobacco. , it’s really too high-spirited.
Seeing Hans' embarrassed look, Leon couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, you remind me of the days when I first came to Texas and learned to be a mounted policeman from an old cowboy."
"It was not an easy time. In the beginning, Texas was almost full of monsters wandering in the wilderness. The Mexicans never thought of governing the place properly. At that time, it was a no-nonsense zone, and there were gold diggers everywhere. Fugitive slaves, mixed Hispanics, villains, no one would come to this hellish place unless they really couldn't survive."
[An app that has been running stably for many years, comparable to the old book-chasing tool, used by all old bookworms.
Reality.
Since he was tired of looking at both of them, Coors simply hid in Hans's shadow and did not come out.
Laon said with some emotion: "Look at it, Texas seems pretty good now, but when I first came here, it was really not a good place."
“If it’s such a good place, it’s not our turn to occupy it.”
"Those old Germans are always preaching about finding some land under the sun. Compared with them, we are nothing."
The man's expression became serious: "So we will not run away, there will not be another habitat that is more suitable for us, and we will never watch the paradise we created with our own hands be razed to the ground by those bandits. "
"I can understand."
Leon laughed and said: "After this battle, if I still have my life, I will definitely invite you to a tavern with big-butted chicks to have fun."
Hans smiled and said, "It's a deal."
…
Opposite Chelinina, the man holding two swords heard the sound of the horn and retreated silently. He was the number one swordsman of the Saluzo family, and the strongest person besides the clan leader. Even if he was promoted to the full level, he would not be able to fight. Linina could only fight to a draw with him.
The man put his swords back into their scabbards: "It seems that we have no chance of winning this time."
Chelinina said calmly: "Teacher, you can't win."
"Maybe, but Yaksi won't let it go."
Of course Chelinina knew this too, as the family had a tradition of being stubborn.
It is highly unlikely that these people will return home due to heavy losses.
After all, once Basilicata, or the "Wolf Federation" wins this war, the situation of the entire wolf clan will change, which means that the time when the wolf master can tell the truth has passed.
Cellinina said firmly: "We will continue to win."
"Perhaps, but as long as you don't fight back to the Two Sicilies and drive the Wolf Lord off his throne, nothing will change. The family only stands on the side of the winner."
"And the losers are not qualified to enjoy peace."
The look on the man's face was a little strange, and Chelinina even felt like she read a hint of encouragement in his tone.
He turned around gracefully and waved his hand.
"Oh, right."
Before leaving, he seemed to have remembered something and said with a smile: "You are ready to go, No. 3."
Chelinina was stunned for a long time before sheathing her swords and silently walked aside to treat the wounded. Although the battle did not last long, there were many casualties on both sides.
