Chapter Seventy-Four: The Clash of Blood and Fire
The bald man withdrew the axe, blocked the werewolf's claws with the axe handle, and made a metallic collision sound, Craig grabbed the axe handle, pounced on it, opened his sharp teeth and bit the other party's neck, the bald man screamed, his shoulders shook, and the shoulder armor collided with the werewolf.
While Craig retreated, he tore off a large piece of the leather armor and flesh from the other party's shoulder, shook his head and threw these things out with blood beads, and then shook his body, dodging a cold arrow from behind with an afterimage, and pounced towards the bald man.
Claw strikes, bites, ghostly movements, the tomahawk can't touch any of the werewolf's fur, the bald man is soon covered in color, there are wounds everywhere, he gasped and took a few steps back, swung the axe to force the werewolf back, and then took out a red capsule from his arms and threw it into his mouth.
Blood and fire, after taking it, I thought that I would meet the most violent, blood and fire test.
Death is the perfect answer, whether it's the enemy or yourself.
The muscles trembled, the blood from the wound miraculously stopped, the explosive heat rising from the body, flushing the face, the eyes glowing feverishly, and the hand grasping the tomahawk felt like it was holding a piece of paper.
"Die!"
The two figures collided again, separated, and collided again, each time bringing out a rain of blood.
The arrows shot one after another, and the two swords of the moon wind came out together, opening the bow left and right, and struck the arrows away one by one with dexterous strength, and four or five more enemies surrounded them, and the long sword and spear pierced over.
"Boom, boom!" the sword swung, all weapons missed, and then stabbed again with a shout.
Behind them, the Warhammer's enemies jumped up, and the Warhammer smashed down against the moonwind.
Bai Xuan next to him was facing the same situation, the long sword in his hand had cracked into large and small gaps, and the overwhelming attack method with strength was like ****, the enemy's weapons were difficult to resist, and Bai Xuan's weapons were also difficult to bear.
He unleashed a long sword, knocked the opponent out with one palm, then threw the sword out, plunged into the shoulder of another enemy, snatched the opponent's spear with his hand, turned the spear and stabbed it into the chest of another enemy who rushed at his side, pushed him out with force, and then drew the spear, bringing out a flutter of blood.
His body was also left with several wounds on his body, and the blood seeped out and was stopped by the muscle squeezing, and began to heal slowly, and the super recovery effect brought by the serum can only be shown in such a fierce battle.
Spear strike, this kind of long weapon in this era is mainly used to repel horses or ride sprints, the spear blade is about two feet long, completely relying on the impact and sharpness to cause penetrating wounds, such a long spear blade as long as the strength is enough, can break through most of the armor, leather armor, chain mail, thin steel armor are not a problem, only plate armor can resist punctures.
The disadvantage of the spear is that it is not flexible enough, once the enemy is tight, it is difficult to use, especially those who can only use stabs, and Bai Xuan has more or less practiced the big gun, the big gun in the national art weapon, in the era of cold weapons, it also has the reputation of the king of weapons, one inch long and one inch strong, if used well, the power is infinite.
The spear swept over, repelled the two enemies who rushed over, turned around and stabbed to death a person who tried to sneak attack from behind, Bai Xuan opened the spear and danced, splitting, sweeping, pointing, and stabbing, for a while, there were few enemies who could get close, and the enemies who released the arrows took him as the main target of the attack, and the arrows kept shooting, making Bai Xuan tired of coping.
"Whoosh!"
The arrow brushed his face, and Bai Xuan was shocked into a cold sweat, he dodged the arrow completely by relying on the agility brought by the serum, as well as the enhanced sensory acuity given to him by the powerful spiritual power brought by the black crystal in his body.
He grabbed the only grenade he had left, and as the rain of arrows stopped, he pulled out the ring and threw it at the row of archers in the distance.
The bandits were drawing their bows and arrows, not paying attention to the black iron eggs flying quickly in the sky, they had no idea what they were, and the grenade cut through a tall parabola in the sky, fell to the height of their chest, and exploded with a thud.
The loud sound froze everyone on the battlefield for a moment, and the firelight, with smoke and dust, splattered in all directions in the air concussions, and the fragments pierced through the necks, chests, and parts of the archers with a roaring sound, and instantly blasted them into a sieve.
More archers and bandits were knocked off their horses by the force of the shock wave, and the horses were frightened and began to gallop in all directions, while those killed fell to their knees and threw the riders out of the way, and the scene became chaotic.
"Shoot them!" said the bald man, who was covered in wounds, large and small, and his clothes were torn to tatters, all stained red with blood.
The hand holding the battle axe was trembling, relying on the power of blood and fire, he could hold up until now under the fierce attack of the transformed werewolf, but there was no hope of defeating the other party.
The red-haired bandit was at the very edge of the line, very lucky not to be hit by the explosion of the grenade, and the bald man's shout brought him to his senses, and took out a black arrow as thick as an arm from the quiver behind his back, unlike ordinary arrows, this arrow was short and thick, with no arrow feathers on the tail, and seven arrows shining black on the head.
This is a rare magic arrow.
The bowstring was opened, and with a bang, the power of the shock shattered the crystal essence of the long strip containing magic power in the arrow, and the magic arrow only flew out an arm's length distance, and then disintegrated with a scream, black light shot out, and five half-foot-long arrows flew out with black smoke and shot towards everyone.
"Get out of the way!" Someone behind suddenly shouted, "This is the magic arrow!"
This is the voice of the gray fox.
Craig was covered in blood and panting, and when he heard the voice, he subconsciously crossed his claws in front of his face, and a black light flew over, shooting on the claws, making a loud roar, and the powerful force made the werewolf's sturdy body leave the ground and fly backwards.
He felt his arms tingle, black light on his claws, as if something was eroding, and rolled on the ground with his back for a few weeks before Craig stopped, he raised his claws on his back to the sky, and a paralyzing sensation filled his arms, making him unable to exert himself.
The corrosive power of dark magic, this power can make people temporarily incapacitated, if their own protective power is not strong enough, if they are invaded into the body, the blood of the whole body will coagulate into charcoal and die.
Bai Xuan picked up a square shield on the ground, which was left by the spear-wielding bandits, the spear and shield are standard, this square shield is made of iron oak covered with a layer of iron sheet, the weight is relatively light, but the defensive performance is good.
He picked it up and planned to resist the arrows, and with the spear, he felt a little like a spearman, but the powerful magic fluctuations emitted by the magic arrows made him smell the smell of danger, and he was now more and more sensitive to the magic fluctuations.
After jumping to a horse that was slowly getting up after being injured, the magic arrow had already dragged a faint black smoke to fly, and its trajectory was a clear arc, indicating that it could lock on to the target, not by the elastic force of the bowstring, but by magic.
The faint black smoke at the tail is not smoke, but a manifestation of magic!