"Whew... Multiply... ........."

The bullets swirled and erupted from the barrel with flames, flying quickly and accurately into the bodies of those werewolves who had not yet reacted, blooming with splashes of blood, while some bullets that did not hit the target were shot on the ground, splashing dust more than a meter high.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Under the sound of the machine gun tearing cloth, one gunshot after another rang out, and a werewolf standing in front of the siege crossbow fell in response.

Hu Lun looked at a fallen werewolf, its huge scarlet eyes widened, and as it watched the flames erupt from the machine gun erected on the edge of the watchtower behind it, it roared loudly, "Where! Immediately rush to the watchtower and kill the wizard above!"

"Roar!!"

Hearing Hu Lun's order, the werewolves raised their heads and howled at the sky, then lowered their bodies, got on all fours, and quickly rushed to the watchtower behind them.

Frank walked to the siege crossbow not far away, looked at the werewolf lying on the ground and wailing with his wounds, he pulled away the werewolf's claws, looked at its wounds with blisters and black smoke, it stood up and roared at the werewolf who was rushing towards the watchtower, at this moment, it seemed that it was no longer an old and weak old man, but a werewolf in his prime: "Now, everyone! Stop attacking immediately! Find cover and hide!"

The werewolves hesitated when they heard Frank's name, then they stopped, found a nearby cover, and took refuge in it.

Huren stopped running and turned to look at Frank, who gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Frank!

Frank didn't care about Huren's offense, but picked out a silver bullet from the wound of the werewolf beneath him, and held it up to show Huren, "Look, this should be a bullet, I guess this group of wizards is using the weapons made by the Muggles, I remember this weapon was called a musket!"

Huren walked up to Frank and looked at the bullet in his hand with a frown, "Muggle-made muskets?"

It shook its head: "No, this can't be a Muggle-made musket, I saw Muggles use muskets when I left the forest before, although it is very loud and powerful for Muggles, but their muskets do not have such a fast rate of fire, or rather, Muggles' muskets have a rather slow rate of fire, they need to reload and pull the bolt every time they shoot, and although this weapon can cause us damage, as long as it does not hit our vital point, it will not cause too much trouble to the werewolves, and the weapon in the hands of wizards ...... As long as you hit a werewolf, that werewolf will take a lot of damage, and it won't even be able to move normally!"

Frank threw the bullet away from his hand and looked at the werewolf who had stopped wailing and was about to get up, and shook his head: "I don't know how the wizards strengthened their muskets, maybe ordinary muskets really can't cause too much trouble to werewolves, but what if they use silver in muskets?"

Hu Lun's huge vertical pupils shrank suddenly: "Silver!?"

Frank nodded silently, and raised his index finger and thumb, which had just pinched the bullet, to Hulun's eyes.

Hu Lun looked at Frank's two pitch-black fingers, and he took a deep breath: "This is the reaction of the werewolf after touching the silver!"

Frank put down his hand and stared at Hu Lun: "Yes, so this is why I let everyone hide, if we just break in like this, I think the losses after that will be unacceptable to you and me!"

Hu Lun lowered his head at Frank's gaze, then he gritted his teeth and raised his head to stare at Frank without showing weakness: "So we are just hiding now and letting those wizards wreak havoc in our home?!Lord Frankie, I don't know when werewolves became so weak!"

Frank narrowed his eyes: "I never said that we would just hide like this and not fight back, now is not the time to fight back, Hu Lun, this is why I am not optimistic about you becoming the patriarch, your brain is too simple, as a warrior, this is a good thing, but as a patriarch who leads the entire clan, this will become a huge problem!"

Hu Lun tightly clutched his huge claws: "Then what should we do?"

A sad smile hung on Frank's face: "Now what we have to do is to find a way to destroy the weapons that the wizards have set up on the lookout, if they think that we can't get close to the lookout in front of that weapon, then they are wrong!"

Hu Lun was stunned: "What do you mean ......?"

Frank snorted softly, then reverted to his old form, turned around, and staggered towards the colony hall: "Call a few strong werewolves to the hall." ”

Hu Lun looked at Frank, who had become old and weak again, and he gritted his teeth fiercely, Frank was not as weak and powerless as it appeared, this had always been its disguise!

Why did it do this? Who was it guarding against? Needless to say, Marcio was the patriarchal candidate it had set in mind, and it didn't need to guard against it at all.

And because he is the strongest werewolf in the clan, his reputation in the clan now faintly surpasses that of Marcio, so he ...... Frank: It's all you can do to guard against yourself!

Hu Lun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Frank who walked to the door of the hall, maybe ...... It's because some of my previous small movements were noticed by it.

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As he struggled to control the broomstick that was flying crookedly towards the watchtower, he looked at the machine gun on the edge of the lookout in amazement: "What is that!?Candela! I can't believe my eyes!"

Candela, who was sitting behind Percival, hugged her lover's waist tightly, looking at the crooked flying broomstick, her body began to tremble uncontrollably: "Percival, I, I don't care about what happened just now, I'm worried about whether our broom can hold up until we fly to the watchtower, I don't want to fall from such a high place!"

Posival held the broom under his crotch and looked at the watchtower in front of him, he turned back and comforted his beloved girl: "Don't worry, Candela, we're here, even if the broom breaks now, we won't fall, hahaha!"

Candela heard Percival's reassurance, raised his head and buried his head behind him, looked at the watchtower that was about to be reached, and breathed a sigh of relief, just as she was about to say something, the broom sank violently, Candela's heart tightened, she clutched Percival's clothes, cold sweat was already covering her forehead.

Percival was also startled, and then looked at the broomstick that was still hovering in the air, and he let out a long breath: "Look, we didn't fall, don't worry, we've reached the watchtower!"

Just as Percival stopped his broom above the watchtower, intending to make Candela jump, the broom under him fell to the ground without warning.

Candela's hair was blown high, and she screamed, "If we die, we'll have to blame you for your broken mouth!!"