When the bloody sunset stained the sky red, the mercenary coalition outside the Zangar swamp finally waited for the wolf cavalry to rush to help.

A fast horse galloped from the rear of the mercenary coalition formation, rushed straight to the front of the military formation, and immediately the scout turned off his horse, ran in front of the four mercenary captains, and shouted: "Werewolf reinforcements are less than twenty miles away from here!"

"What class, how many are there?" Diff asked in a slightly nervous voice.

"It's all wolf cavalry! There were about six or seven hundred horsemen, definitely not more than eight hundred. The scout replied in the affirmative.

When Diff heard this, his expression suddenly relaxed.

"Aha! damn wolf cubs, this time the uncle will let you have no return!" Celt was also determined, he raised his cavalry gun in his hand, and shouted at the mercenaries: "All turn back, the cavalry presses up, and the infantry follows, ready to fight!"

As soon as the mercenaries finished changing formations, on a hill in front of them, a wolf cavalry figure suddenly appeared, followed by another one, and as one wolf cavalry stepped on the hill after another, a wolf cavalry team of about six hundred people quickly occupied the entire hill and confronted the mercenary coalition army.

"These damn wolf cubs, what are they trying to do?" Jays frowned when he saw the wolf cavalry huddled on the hill like this, not forming a charging formation.

"Who knows!" Selt scoffed, "What tactics do these beasts know when fighting?"

"Diff, you didn't use your magic in the battle of Boulder Castle, and today's battle depends on your performance!" Jean said to the magician beside him.

"In the battle of Boulder Castle, there are five orcs of shamans, and there are people like Quentin who are expected to attack the Holy Rank realm, so I can only retreat. As it stands, Quentin didn't come this time. In today's battle, I'll give the orcs a taste of magic!" Diff said with a wicked grin as he glanced at the kobold shaman in the werewolf array opposite.

"Attack!" Sert roared, pointed his spear forward, and led the 1,500 cavalry in the front line of the mercenary coalition to charge. More than 2,000 mercenary infantry followed closely behind the cavalry, and they also ran and charged.

However, to the mercenaries' surprise, their opponents did not hedge against them. When the wolf cavalry on the hill saw the mercenaries rushing towards them, they turned around, retreated down the hill like a tide, and retreated.

"Want to escape?" was the first thought that came to the minds of all mercenaries.

"Don't let the werewolves escape!" was the mercenary's next thought, and both cavalry and infantry charged faster.

At the moment when the mercenary cavalry took the lead in rushing up the hill, they bore the brunt of a wave of arrows. The mercenary cavalry suddenly turned on their horses, and nearly a hundred mercenary cavalry who rushed to the front were shot and fell off their horses, only Celt relied on his own martial arts skills and used his cavalry spear to remove all the arrows that were fired at him.

"Raise your shield!" Celt yelled again. The mercenary cavalry, including Celt, all grabbed the shields hanging from their saddles, held them in their hands, protected their faces and chests, crossed the hills, and pursued the wolf cavalry, who were only three or four hundred meters ahead.

The retreating wolf cavalry had all taken off their bows and arrows at this time, and on the way back, they rode on the back of the wolf from time to time and turned around to shoot a ** rain of arrows. Since most of the mercenary cavalry were not heavily armoured, and the shields they held could not protect their whole bodies, after each wave of arrow rain, thirty or forty mercenary cavalry would always fall off their horses. In this way, the wolf cavalry retreated and shot, but after four or five waves of arrows, the mercenary cavalry lost more than 300 people.

At this time, Jaais, Diff and Jean, who were pressing in the rear, also followed the infantry over the hill, and when they saw that the wolf cavalry relied on the wolf horse's advantage in speed to be more agile and swift, firmly controlled the distance between them and the mercenary cavalry, and kept shooting the mercenary cavalry with arrows, their faces suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Damn!" Def scolded, raising his wand and chanting a spell from his mouth.

On the grassland, which was still in the middle of summer, a layer of hoarfrost suddenly condensed, covering a radius of one mile, and happened to appear on the road where the wolf cavalry was running. The galloping wolves slowed down suddenly as they entered the range of the hoarfrost.

After Diff cast the slow-slowing magic 'Ring of Frost' on the wolf cavalry, the distance between the wolf cavalry and the mercenary cavalry was quickly shortened.

But Diff's 'Ring of Frost' didn't last long. The next moment, I saw a soft shock ripple suddenly rippling in the wolf cavalry ranks, and the ripples spread close to the grass, and where they passed, the hoarfrost on the blades of grass melted in a moment, and all turned into water stains.

Diff's pupils shrank, staring at a figure in the wolf cavalry team, and said angrily: "That damn kobold, he's dispersing my 'Frost Ring'!" After speaking, Div stretched out his magic wand and swiped a few times in front of him, and a 'cold ice arrow' condensed and formed in a blink of an eye, floating in front of him. Div immediately clicked his staff, and the 'Ice Arrow' immediately roared out.

Jean, who was beside Div, also snorted coldly, and quickly opened his bow and arrows, aiming at the particularly eye-catching kobold shaman in the wolf cavalry team, and his whole body was full of fighting energy, and he soon climbed to the peak of his fighting spirit. With Jean's shout, the arrow that infused his whole body with fighting energy suddenly turned into a white light, flashed, and went straight to the kobold shaman.

In the team of wolf cavalry, the horse corrected the spell to dispel the 'Ring of Frost', and suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart. He looked up and saw an ice arrow shining in the setting sun breaking through the sky, aimed at him. Matthew immediately pinched his hands, and a bolt of lightning slashed from the void, condensing into a shield in front of him. At the moment when the 'Ice Arrow' and the 'Lightning Shield' collided, a roar like spring thunder exploded suddenly, and the 'Ice Arrow' and the 'Lightning Shield' shattered at the same time, and the burst of lightning and ice chips even overturned several wolf cavalry nearby. Matthew's 'lightning shield' with sixth-level magic power barely blocked the 'Ice Arrow' sent out by Div with seventh-level magic power, and it can be said that he did his best as soon as he came up. When an arrow from Gene's immediate aftermath arrived, Matthew was no longer able to cast a spell to resist. At this critical moment, a scimitar suddenly came out of the oblique ground, only to hear the sound of 'dang', and the arrow infused with fighting spirit was chopped down with a knife.

"Broken Claw, thanks!" Matthew said gratefully to the werewolf knight who had saved him.

On the battlefield of the Northumbheed continent, between the two armies, whether it is a mage or a shaman, they are the key objects of protection for their own warriors. Due to the amazing strength shown by Blade in the competition between Boulder Castle and Doto, after Blade and Dayan and others temporarily joined the Fourth Wing, the captain of the Fourth Wing handed over the responsibility of protecting Matthew to Blade. The blade also lived up to his trust, saving Matthew when his life was hanging by a thread.

Jean was shocked to see that his confident arrow had missed, and just as he hesitated whether to shoot another arrow, an earth-shattering howl suddenly rang out.

Jean looked at it, and saw that the wolf cavalry on the grassland who were retreating and firing arrows at the same time, after hearing the sound of angry howls, turned their wolf heads, put away their bows and arrows, and drew their scimitars at their waists.

"Long live Tampas!" roared a werewolf general armed with a black iron sabre as the wolf charged at the pursuing mercenary cavalry.

"Long live Tampas!" a uniform battle cry resounded through the prairie. Led by the werewolf general who was in the lead, hundreds of wolf cavalry launched a charge at the same time. The scimitars held high in their hands reflected the cold light like blood in the setting sun.

Among the mercenary cavalry, it was Celt who rushed to the forefront. At this moment, he had firmly fixed his eyes on the partial general who was charging forward among the wolf cavalry. The distance between the two kept getting closer, and in the final charge stage, Celt even let go of the left hand that was holding the reins of the horse, and rode the spear with both hands flat, stepped on the stirrups with both feet, and bent his waist slightly, and faced the werewolf general with the most standard pike-cavalry charging posture.

When the two were about to stagger past, the two of them lit up at the same time, one red and one white. With two

The Dao Dou Qi Light Cluster slammed together, and a shocking bang suddenly broke out on the grassland, and the cavalry spear in Celt's hand suddenly broke off in the collision, and then he spurted blood from his mouth, flew upside down from the back of the war horse, and fell straight into the cavalry formation that was swarming behind.

When the mercenary cavalry saw Celt fall into the formation, they reined in their horses and split to both sides, bypassing Celt to prevent the iron hooves of the horses from trampling on him.

"This can't be!" said Celt as he struggled to his feet from the ground, his mouth covered in blood and a hideous expression.

Before Sert could finish roaring, the corners of his eyes jumped again. I saw that the mercenary cavalry in front of him suddenly flew into the air one after another, rolling up a rain of blood in the sky. The werewolf who knocked him away with one blow was wrapped in a thick blood-like fighting aura at this moment, exuding a strong smell of blood, like an invincible killing god, rushing straight towards him. With every swing of the werewolf general's huge sword, it would inevitably pick off a mercenary cavalry blocking his way.

The mercenary cavalry in front of Celt was swept away in the blink of an eye. Looking at the werewolf general who pounced on him, Celter's face changed greatly, he roared angrily, crossed his arms in front of his head, and frantically operated his fighting energy, condensing a fighting qi wall in front of him.

A black light flashed, and the werewolf slashed his fallen horse* knife against the wall of Celt's fighting spirit. After a violent flash, the fighting spirit wall suddenly disappeared. And the horse-chopping knife that split the fighting spirit to protect the wall was still unabated, and in Celter's incredulous gaze, it slashed through his neck.

"This can't be!" As consciousness finally dissipated, Celt once again let out the same cry in his heart as before.

Selt's tall, headless body collapsed with a thud. Before Celt could fall, the werewolf general grabbed Celt's head first, raised it in his hands, and let out a wild howl from his mouth. Around him, although the mercenaries and cavalry were densely surrounded, everyone was intimidated by his momentum, and no one dared to take another step.

"This can't be!" Def also screamed loudly after witnessing Celt being beheaded by the werewolf general: "That werewolf and Celt are obviously the same level 8 fighting spirit, how could Celt be defeated in two moves?

Jean and Jays were also shocked by each other, and they both saw deep jealousy in each other's eyes. Because both of them only have a seventh-level Dou Qi cultivation, and now even Celt has only insisted on two moves in the hands of that werewolf general, not to mention that they are not as good as Celt.

At this moment, the werewolf general who was holding Celt's head suddenly looked at the location of the three Diffs. He threw his arm defiantly, and Celt's head suddenly crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and landed at the feet of the three mercenary leaders.

"He's demonstrating to us. Jean looked down at his companion's head, his face pale.

"He seems to have only one eye, and looking at the weapon in his hand, could it be that he is Doto Carmen?" Jays stared at the werewolf general in the distance, a look of surprise.

As a famous general in the Beamon Empire, Doto has even heard of the mercenaries in the northern grasslands. Jays and Doto actually participated in the battle of Boulder Fort, but because the mercenary coalition was defeated by the bloodtooth wolf cavalry almost as soon as they came up, Doto did not earn much in that big battle, so that Jays and the others did not notice that there was such a fierce man in the werewolf army.

"What? is him?" said Jean, "Shall we withdraw our troops?"

"No need to withdraw your troops!" Diff flatly refused: "This is a battlefield where the great armies are engaged, not a one-on-one dueling arena. Although Doto is brave, he is not a saint-level powerhouse after all, and we now have an absolute advantage in terms of strength, and we can consume him to death!"

Although Diff is a magician, he also dabbles in military strategy. He saw that the mercenary cavalry had already started a melee with the wolf cavalry who turned around and killed back at this time, so he immediately said to a herald standard-bearer beside him: "Let the infantry move to the two flanks of the battlefield and outflank the werewolves, we must completely annihilate this werewolf in this battle!"