"Huh"

The sharp luna scythe slashed at Lelar's head, but in the face of Verinde's surprise attack, Lelar did not dodge or dodge, and when the luna scythe was about to slash into his neck, Lelar reached out and grabbed the sharp blade of the luna scythe with his left claw with precision.

The blade that was as sharp as clay didn't hurt even an inch of Lyral's skin, not because it wasn't sharp enough, but because there was some kind of rule that prevented the luna scythe from harming the head wolf in front of him.

"As I said a long time ago, little girl, the Luna Scythe is useless to me... Because I'm also its owner!"

"Huh"

Verinde was thrown out with a knife, but her body was so agile that it spun lightly in the air, and finally landed lightly on the ground, her small nose twitched, and finally threw the scythe in her hand casually, and the scythe that bloomed with green light and starlight was very accurately inserted in the center of the battlefield, like a flag.

The little wolf girl moved her claws, and between the claws touched, there were small silver sparks beating, she rarely used these claws in battle, but to be honest, these ten claws like silver daggers, in terms of sharpness, were not much worse than the Luna Scythe, and because she was a follower of Dick, Verinder could also use a little bit of Dick's power, such as wrapping a faint silver fire of order around her claws, of course, the power was not as good as the original, but to be honest, this level was more suitable for Verinder to use.

"Come, unleash your wrath, and let's divide the high and low in a werewolf way!"

The blood-colored robes on Lylar's body were windless, and the blood-colored mist swirled around the edges of his body, and it was clear that as the first owner of the Luna Scythe, the first werewolf in the history of Azeroth, also had his own special powers, his claws crossed in front of him, and his eyes that were always squinting widened.

"Come! Tear my chest, tear my heart, little girl, I can feel that you are fighting against the madness that flows in your veins, why? Why resist it? obey it! obey it! You will be as strong as me!"

"Bang"

"You don't know anything about the power that really is great!

His howl was answered by a slap from Verinde, who jumped in front of him like a shadow, and the sharp claws left terrible scratches on his face, and his head was smashed to the other side, but when Lelar turned his head, the face that had been completely torn apart quickly returned to normal, and Lelar's chilling smile,

"Bang"

Verinde swung a punch again, but was caught by Lylar's left hand, he grabbed the left paw of the little wolf girl's fist and slowly bent downward, Verinde struggled desperately, but the male werewolf itself is far superior to a female werewolf like Verinde in terms of strength, not to mention that Lyral has been sleeping in the emerald dream for nearly 10,000 years, to say that his exploration and research of the power of werewolves, Verinde is not comparable to the horse.

"You see, who knows nothing about power?"

"Poof"

Lyral's other paw was raised, and when Verinde couldn't resist at all, it pierced into her abdomen like a shadow, and the little wolf girl's expression became extremely painful at this moment, but under the threat of death, she struggled to break free from Lylar's restraints, and the whole person jumped backwards, and the wound in her abdomen began to heal quickly after it was detached, and when Lyral roared and pounced, the wound was almost healed.

The pain stimulated the wildness flowing in the blood of the little wolf girl, she waved her claws fearlessly and pounced on it, and the next moment, the crazy fight, the flesh and blood flew everywhere, just like a real flesh mill, but the two sides couldn't kill each other at all, even if the claws tore the heart, they could fully recover in a few seconds, this almost immortal physique, so that their fight with each other reached the craziest in an instant.

Verinde's claws pierced into Lylar's chest, but the head wolf didn't dodge at all, and reflexively cut most of Verinde's neck with a reflexive claw, and the other claw of the little wolf girl waved, and the sharp claw blade pierced through Lylar's left eye, but was kicked open by the head wolf, this kind of injury that was enough to make any mortal's life die instantly, less than 5 seconds after separation, but it was completely healed, the two beasts collided together again, and the next wave of crazy fighting began!

Never defend, attack, attack again!

The battles of high-level werewolves are always so wild, so adrenaline-pumping, and at the same time so... Boredom, their body's talent for high-speed healing, determines that unless they can kill with one hit, they will continue to consume until one party's life can be completely exhausted, frankly, this has no technical content at all.

Putting aside the fight between Willinde and Lelar, in the city of Gilne, in the face of a steady stream of blood-toothed werewolves jumping from the walls, the Guards led by Jean have been in real trouble.

"The Seventh Block has been breached!Walden, you bastard, how long are you going to pretend to be dead and go to the back with a squad of soldiers!"

Jean slashed a blood-toothed werewolf with a claw at him, turned his head and shouted at Lord Walden, who was struggling to resist the siege, this lord who was about to rebel was a little resistant to the king's orders, and his ability to follow the rebellion of Godfrey showed that Lord Walden himself was a complete humanist, and he had no good feelings for any werewolves.

But the problem is that in the face of the command of the werewolf king, on the other side is a battle line that may be broken through at any time, after their temporary formation of a weak defensive line, the remaining civilians in Gilneth City, the few civilians are evacuating in panic, in the face of this situation, Lord Walden made a difficult choice in his heart, and finally, he glanced at Jean, who had turned around and continued to fight with the werewolves, stomped his foot fiercely, and the bayonet sword in his hand pierced the eyes of the werewolf in front of him like a poisonous snake, and then shouted,

"Gray Wolf Hunting Regiment, follow me!"

Hearing Lord Walden's roar, a smile appeared on the corner of Jean's mouth, he kicked the werewolf in front of him, drew his musket, shot the bloody tooth that pounced on a soldier in the head, and raised his long sword, leading the royal guards around him to force back the werewolf who pounced on him from all directions, but at this moment, he felt a trace of weakness.

When the werewolf body is not liberated, fighting with human strength cannot exert its full strength, but unfortunately in this situation, Jean has no way to reveal his identity at all.

He is the backbone of this precarious front, once he has a problem, this defense line that is shouldering the evacuation of civilians from the entire city is likely to collapse in an instant, obviously capable of solving everything in front of him, but having to hide this ability, Jean's heart is also very broken, but even so, he still does not want Gilnes's last fire to be extinguished in the palm of his hand.

The old king took a few steps back from the battle line, looked up at Gilneth to the east, as if expecting something, and in front of him, the casualties of the Guards Legion were getting bigger and bigger, and the werewolves who were stimulated by the blood on the scene were getting more and more furious, relying only on ordinary soldiers, they were almost unable to fight against this continuous collapse situation, and even the most elite royal guards in Gilneth were suffering heavy casualties under the swarm attack of the werewolves.

In fact, if it weren't for the soldiers who came from other places every moment to join the battlefield, this direction, made of rudimentary horses and the wreckage of houses, would have been completely breached in the first place. After the defensive line, the citizens who were holding on to the rear of the city had to abandon their homes at this time, and under the command of the soldiers, quickly moved from the fighting zone to the church district in the south of the city to take refuge, and after the front line of defense, these citizens also began to help the soldiers build a second line of defense.

Any discerning person can see that the direction in front of them is absolutely undefinite, and the soldiers are ready to face the most brutal street battles.

"Your Majesty, the direction of the artillery has been constructed!

A corporal with a face covered in blood ran from the rear and reported loudly, the old king raised his head, his hand armor was bitten hard by a werewolf with his teeth in the battle just now, and now the blood on his hands flowed, this scene was seen by the soldiers around him, and everyone had a frightened expression on their faces.

The existing Gilneth soldiers know that the most difficult thing about werewolves is not their lethality or violent offensive, but the werewolf plague attached to their bodies, once the skin is scratched, they will quickly become new werewolves, although there have been legends and stories about some werewolves who still have their sanity among soldiers and civilians, but to be honest, once they are scratched, what the soldiers are most looking forward to is that the comrades around them can give themselves a knife, so that they can die without pain.

For the soldiers of Gilneys, there is nothing more unacceptable than becoming a monster, after all, their country is completely messed up by these monsters, but at this critical moment, Jean didn't care about these things, he was already a werewolf 2 years ago, if it wasn't for the time, secretly found Ms. Vilinde, I'm afraid Gilneth would have been upset 2 years ago.

So in a sense, Verinde's presence did help Gilneth delay the most difficult 2 years, and Jean told Goldfrey that it was the lady and the moonfury who were protecting Gilnes, and there was nothing wrong with that.

In the face of the artillery corporal's report, Jean shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Wait! The civilians have not completely evacuated, and firing like this will hurt them!"

Having said that, Jean's eyes once again looked to the east of Gilneth City, and as the battle progressed, the old king's heart sank little by little, but at the moment when he raised his hand and was about to order the artillery position to fire, a worn-out Gilness Gray Wolf banner stood on the wall of the eastern city gate, and together with it, there was the characteristic sharp horn sound of Gilness.

The sound of this horn soon spread throughout the battlefield, and all the soldiers couldn't help but look to the east, they didn't know where there were reinforcements to come to support at this time!

And outside the eastern city gate, as the heavy gate slowly opened, a young man in gray leather armor appeared in the eyes of Nick Young, the defense general of the eastern city gate, and General Nick saw the young man who came out of the fog of the Black Forest, his nervous face showed a difficult expression, he strode forward and said loudly,

"Your Highness Liam, it's so glad to see you safe and sound, but now that the situation in Gilneth City is critical, it's not for you to enter the city at this time, and I'm sure Your Majesty Jean means the same thing!"

Liam looked up, he was still dressed a few days ago, but he looked a little unshaven, and behind him, Miss Rona Crolet, who had been dressed all her life, stepped forward and said to the defense general,

"Don't worry, Uncle Nick, we know what's going on on the front, and we've brought reinforcements!"

At this time, except for the seven chasseur battalions and five infantry regiments guarding the south, all the troops are concentrated in the city to fight street battles, where did you come from..."

Halfway through General Nick's words, he was stunned by the black shadows that came out of the fog behind the silent Prince Liam, and the only remaining nearly 100 soldiers behind him also drew their weapons and waited for them.

The military uniforms on those dark shadows, he knew... It was an elite legion that had been loyal to Grand Lord Darius Crowley, the Northern Legion from Saberchel and Burning Wood, the most capable legion in the whole of Gilneys, but they had all been killed in the war that had fallen to the Wall of Greymane three years earlier, and Nick was sure that the uniforms were real, because he had been a member of that legion.

And the people in these military uniforms ... No, not people, what appeared in front of Nick Young was a real army of more than 4,000 people, but it was all composed of werewolves in the uniforms of the Northern Legion, but in addition to the savagery and fury that permeated the air, that kind of slaughter, the kind of temperament that only belonged to veterans, was something that ordinary blood teeth could never have.

"You... You really are..."

The old general clutched his chest, at his level, he naturally knew some secrets about the Moon Fury Werewolf, but he never thought that his old brothers, who should have died, would actually return to this land with such an unacceptable identity, and now it seems that they are planning to... Save the city?

Liam, who had been silent, stepped forward, he looked at the city in front of him, listening to the mournful roar of the city under the claws of the werewolf, his face was cold, and in the deepest part of his eyes, in those blue eyes, there was anger that could not be hidden,

"These Gilneys warriors have been on Yom Kippur for 3 years, and they are waiting for this moment to come, General Nick, my uncle, I beg you, get out of the way, as Prince Gilneys, we have to settle accounts with those damn blood fangs!"