Under the hole in the watchtower, seven werewolves shot out one after another, splattered with blood, and fell to the ground like rags, dyeing the gray ground crimson.

On the watchtower, the Assassins with machine guns did not look downward, and the movement from below did not affect them, because they believed that their brothers and mentors would not miss any werewolves to interfere or hurt them, they held the wrench of the machine gun tightly, and their eyes remained motionless until a large number of werewolves appeared in front of them, rushing towards the watchtower, until they heard the roar of the Mentor.

"Heavy aim at the werewolves that appear in front of you and shoot!"

The Assassins with the machine guns did not hesitate for a moment, and as soon as Arno's words fell, they quickly aimed their guns at their targets and coldly pulled the trigger all the way down.

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

"Whew~!!"

The roar of machine guns and the miserable howl of wolves rang out incessantly in this hidden stronghold.

With the fireworks sprayed from the machine gun, a huge werewolf smashed to the ground, and then they swallowed their last breath, their huge corpse was like magic, the speed visible to the naked eye decreased, the sharp claws and lush wolf hair slowly retracted into the body, in a blink of an eye, the werewolf who fell to the ground disappeared, and what remained in place was a tall Caucasian corpse.

The werewolves who did not fall did not flinch, and the death of their companions did not frighten them, but caused the anger in their chests to burst out, and they stepped over or trampled on the corpses of their fellow citizens, and with a high, powerful howl from their mouths, they charged towards the watchtower ahead!

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Arno looked at the watchtower and let out a long sigh, I have to say that this group of werewolves who braved the rain of bullets and bullets charged towards this place made him feel deeply shocked.

The actions of these werewolf warriors succeeded in gaining the respect of Arno, but ......

Arno held his smoothbore spear on the ground as a cane, his eyes off the charging werewolves, as he trusted that his assassins would not let any of them get close to it, so he didn't need to pay any attention to the battle over there, and his eyes were fixed on the hole that had broken under the watchtower.

Maybe the werewolf in the cave thought it was well hidden, but it couldn't hide from the Assassin's innate talent, Hawkeye!

Unbeknownst to it, the Assassin standing above him had already spotted it still hiding in the cave.

The werewolves on the ground are not afraid of life and death to charge towards their enemies, while the werewolves under the hole are timidly hiding.

Sure enough, no matter what race it is, there will always be some greedy people who are afraid of death, Arno thought, and then shouted to Megan, who was holding a smoothbore spear in front of the entrance of the cave, "Megan, I think the guys below are probably impatient to wait, maybe we should give it a big gift, right?"

Meghan looked up at Arnold standing on the watchtower, she couldn't see his expression because of the hood he was wearing, but Meghan looked at her brother's fake right hand and could understand that he was prompting herself to use it.

Megan held her mouth, took out a bright grenade from the leather pocket on her waist, and shook it towards Arnold in the height: "Okay, in this kind of enclosed space, this guy's power will indeed be very powerful, but are you sure you want to use it? ”

Arno smiled and nodded, satisfied with Megan's caution: "Don't worry, it's not as powerful as you think, at least it won't make the ground collapse." ”

After listening to Arno's words, Megan no longer hesitated, reached out and pulled the safety pin on the top of the grenade, and then threw the smoky silver grenade into the hole, and then he fell backwards violently, and shouted to the nearby assassins: "Stay away from the hole!"

"Boom !!"

With the roar, Meghan felt a faint shaking of the ground, and even a pile of dirt mixed with a wisp of white smoke spewing out of the hole.

Meghan shook her head and stood up, shaking the dirt off her hood, and then fanned her nose with her hand, the thick smell of gunpowder made him feel very uncomfortable, and he hated the smell.

"Ahem......"

Megan coughed as she approached the cave, and puffs of white smoke filled with the smell of gunpowder kept wafting out from the entrance of the cave, and under the eagle's vision, the untransformed werewolf lay motionless on the ground, and the light that belonged to its life characteristics became weaker and weaker.

Megan was relieved to see the watchtower still standing firmly on the ground, it seemed that the silver grenade was not as powerful as he thought.

Then he looked to the ground, at the werewolves whose life light had begun to flicker.

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"Ahem!"

A trail of scarlet blood slipped from the corner of Frank's mouth, and it lay limply on the ground, a layer of dirt covering its body.

Frank felt that his body was terrible, and for a moment it seemed as if he had lost control of all the organs in his body, but the sharp pain in his body made him know that he was not paralyzed, but the pain as if all the bones were broken made him not move, even a finger.

Frank, who was in the cave, sensed something was wrong when he heard the conversation above, even though it hid behind the cover in the cave for the first time, but it was still defeated by the spell launched by the wizard above, this spell it had never seen or even heard of.

Frank felt that his eyes were a little blurry, and his mind was becoming less and less clear, and he opened his cracked lips weakly: "Maybe I'm really getting old, getting more and more timid, afraid of injury, afraid of pain, and afraid of death......"

Frank thinks about himself when he was young, how heroic he was at that time, he would not flinch in the face of any enemy, even if he knew that it was an enemy he could not defeat, he would rush forward, even if he lost and died, but if he could let himself take a bite, he would not suffer!!

Frank listened to the sound of tearing cloth in the ground cave, but the sound of tearing cloth resounded after just a few tens of seconds, accompanied by the miserable howl of his own compatriots, it gritted its teeth, endured the sharp pain in its body, and stood up tremblingly with its hands on the ground, as it stood up straight, its otherwise thin body swelled violently, silver sparse hair kept rushing out of its body, a sharp tooth stretched out from the corner of its mouth, and the old and shriveled head quickly transformed into a huge hideous, and the corner of the mouth was dripping with saliva.

"Whew!!!"