"My lord, a short walk ahead is the Glitter station. A werewolf officer said as he stepped over Blade, a hint of excitement in his voice.

This werewolf officer was none other than the veteran Landuri who was in charge of picking up the recruits when Blade had just left for the Northern Grasslands to join the Third Wing as a recruit. After Blade became the Wing Captain of the Third Wing, Landuri also rose through the ranks, and is now the Captain of Blade's personal guard.

Although werewolves are naturally strong, and can even carry out rapid marches for days and nights without food or sleep in wartime, no one would want to do such a rapid march in peacetime. After a few days of trekking, he was finally able to find a decent place to eat and rest, and it's no wonder Landhuri was so excited.

Blade nodded, and said, "Well, let's have a good rest at the Glitter station today, and then go out early tomorrow morning, and we should be able to return to Arnason's station in the evening after tomorrow." ”

Julie, who had been in high spirits on the way home, heard Landuri's conversation with Blade, her eyes lit up, and she remembered that there was a Bimon military station nearby, and on the way there, a beautiful meal and a whole roasted beast came to her mind.

"Blade, let's hurry up, I'm nostalgic for the roasted beast meat of the pig-faced man and the master of the Firehead Army in the station!" Julie exclaimed cheerfully.

The blade is speechless, and the meat of the Monkey Beast does not taste good, and it is a well-known thing among orcs who are not too picky about their food. Unexpectedly, Julie was full of praise for the meat of the beast, she really deserves to be a greedy dragon!

A gust of the West slowly blows.

The blade's nose moved, and his face furrowed.

"My lord, it smells of blood. Landuri also smelled the smell of blood mixed with the west wind, and lowered his voice beside the blade, "It's from the direction of Gretel's station." ”

Among the orcs, werewolves have always been known for their keen sense of smell, so although they are still some distance away from the Gerrit station, the wolf cavalry of Blade and his subordinates still know from the smell of blood in the wind that something bad is happening in the Grett station, so everyone is vigilant.

"Let's go, let's see what's going on. The blade roared at Hell and scurried toward the Grett station.

When the Blades and the Wolf Cavalry arrived at the Grett Station, the sight in front of them instantly made their brains bloodshot.

I saw that the orc soldiers of the Grett station were neatly arranged on the playground in the center of the station, but they had already turned into a lump of flesh and blood. Looking at the corpses of these orc soldiers who had been skinned by others, the wolf cavalry, who were also orc soldiers, burned with irrepressible anger in their eyes.

Julie also looked at the mass of flesh on the ground with grief and indignation, and her eyes were red. She couldn't tell which lump of flesh was the pig-faced man with a happy smile on his face all the time, and carefully roasted a feast of the Monkey Beast for her.

"My lord, there are sixty-eight corpses, and all the soldiers in the Grett station have been wiped out, and none of them have been spared. Landuri reported to Blade with a grim face after counting the corpses.

"Bastard, if I catch the murderers, I'll have them torn to pieces!" Blade said through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, the corners of Blade's mouth twitched violently, as if remembering something, and shouted, "Quick, there's a small village around here, let's go there and have a look." ”

The wolf cavalry galloped to the village of Tarrak, only six kilometers from the Grett station, and as they approached the entrance of the village, they faintly heard a noise coming from the village. The blade immediately stopped, and his right hand quickly raised upward, making a stop gesture in the air, and the well-trained wolf cavalry stopped the wolf one after another, and quickly turned over and dismounted the wolf. Julie, who was closely following behind the wolf cavalry, saw this and made the same move.

The blade flipped off Hellroar's body and silently climbed a small hill outside the village of Tarrak with a band of wolf cavalry. The small hill is located northeast outside the village of Tarrak, and the sharp blade is lying on the top of the hill, just enough to get an unobstructed view of the situation in the village of Tarrak.

"Fuck, it's these brutes. I had been smelling the stench of them from afar. Landuri crouched beside the blade, furious, sharp fangs gnashing into the air.

It turns out that the murderer is a goblin, a group of robbers, thieves and hooligans from the continent of Northumbed.

Now it is clear that it was this despicable goblin who first attacked the Glitter station, killed the orc soldiers inside, and brutally stripped them of their furs in the hope of selling them for money in the human world. Then, they also ransacked the village of Tarrak, and at this moment, what they were doing in their hands made the werewolves who saw it angry.

They were skinning the dead rabbit-headed villagers.

"Fuck these goblin ancestors!" Blade couldn't help but explode before getting up and down the hill, re-climbing onto Hellroar's back.

"My lord, we're going to ...... Assault?" Landuri was stunned for a moment, and also stepped back from the hill, asking Blade. 877 Good Books Network

Through the various battles in the grasslands of northern Xinjiang in the past two years, those who know the blade know that this young wing captain in the orc army has always liked to go to the front in his combat style, unlike the orc officers of other races who are obsessed with head-on combat.

Sneak attacks, ambushes, assassinations, harassment, and all kinds of tactical blades are often used in every way. As a result, there were orc officers who were not on good terms with him who ridiculed Blade for not being a decent warrior at all, saying that he was as insidious and shameless as the human officers who liked to use the "art of war". And the blade always sneers at each other, saying that victory is king, everything else is, if the battle is lost, you will have a fair fart in the war?

Blade also often lamented that when the orc army marched and fought, it lacked the assistance of the "art of war", and only knew how to blindly go on a rampage, so it could not have a significant upper hand when fighting against human soldiers whose physical strength was far inferior to that of orc soldiers.

Although there are quite a few brainless orc soldiers who disagree with Blade's statement, under the deliberate training and indoctrination of Blade, the third wing he leads has long been accustomed to the fact that before each battle, the wing leader always gathers his subordinates, brainstorms and designs some tactics, and then faithfully implements the tactics.

So Landuri suddenly felt a little unaccustomed to the blade's unplanned attack.

"Against more than a hundred garbage goblins, our wolf cavalry is enough! you just rush up and cut off the heads of these beasts for me!" said Blade coldly.

All the wolf cavalry felt the monstrous killing intent of their wing leader.

The sharp blade pulled out the war knife at his waist with a "bang", and let out a long howl when he looked up to the sky.

"Kill me!" With the roar of the blade, the roar of hell burst out like a bolt of lightning. The wolf cavalry also howled and raised their swords, followed behind the blades, and slaughtered the village of Tarrak.

The moment a few scattered goblin sentries at the entrance of the village heard the wolf howl, the expressions on their originally laughing and relaxed faces suddenly changed greatly.

"Oh my God, look, it's a werewolf, or a werewolf's cavalry. The goblin sentinel looked for his reputation, and when he saw a dozen wolf cavalry galloping towards him, he screamed in fear and alerted his accomplices in the village of Tarrak.

Before the goblin sentries could turn around and run away, a monstrous monster had already rushed into their formation, and the knight on the back of the monster raised his sword and fell, and with just one move, the heads of several goblin sentries flew into the sky at the same time.

The knight was a blade.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack," the goblins in Tarak Village heard the siren, their faces full of horror, and they quickly fell into chaos.

The wolf cavalry quickly rushed into the village of Tarrak, and for a moment, the swords flashed, blood rained, and the terrible screams of the goblins before they died filled the village.

"You idiots, what are you running, fight back, there are only a dozen of them. "The goblin leader Eater saw that the attacking wolf cavalry was only a dozen horses, and in the face of more than a hundred of his men, but he was like no one, cutting down a large group of people like a wave of wheat, and he couldn't help but stomp his feet and scream in pain.

The goblins in a panic heard the leader's shout, and at the same time realized that there were indeed not many wolf cavalry attacking, so they began to pluck up the courage to launch a counterattack.

However, to the despair of the goblins, these dozen or so attacking wolf cavalry turned out to be all superb in swordsmanship and martial arts, which were not comparable to ordinary orc soldiers at all. Under these wolf cavalry, there is no triad among the goblins. In particular, one of the fiercest werewolves who looked the youngest was like a demon god, and every time he stabbed him, he would take a life, and the armor on his body had already been stained red by the blood of the goblins. And the hideous demonic beast under the werewolf seat is obviously not of low level, and every time it strikes with its claws, it can slap a goblin's head to pieces, and in its wide open giant kiss, from time to time there is a dark black energy wave that looks like a miasma erupts. All the goblins who were contaminated with this energy wave were extremely black and blue, bleeding from their mouths and noses, and they died instantly.

The goblins kept falling, and the wolf cavalry that rushed into the goblin camp were unscathed, except for two or three who were slightly injured. Looking at the one-sided battle situation in front of him, Tooth-devouring's face turned white, and he cried out in his heart: "What kind of werewolves are these? Why are they all so strong?"

Suddenly there was a roar from Tootheater's side. He turned his head to see that his brother Eye Eater had angrily thrown himself into the warband.

Tooth Eater was overjoyed, and immediately pinned his hopes of victory on Eye Eater. He knows how powerful Eye Eater is now, since he came back half a month ago after being missing for three years, he found that Eye Eater's strength now is a world of difference compared to before, and he can't last three moves under him. What surprised him even more was that the long knife that Eye Devourer brought back with him was extremely sharp, and its sharpness was really something he had only seen in his life.

Of course, to be honest, goblin weapons have always been very inferior, and Tooth Devouring has never seen any magic weapons!

The sharp blade that was dodging a spear that pierced from head to toe, and then split the spear-wielding goblin in half from head to toe, suddenly heard a miserable wolf howl not far away, and his heart suddenly tightened.

"Someone in this group of goblins has hurt my guards?" Blade was taken aback, and hurriedly looked sideways.

I saw one of his wolf cavalry guards fall from the wolf's back in embarrassment, and the wolf head he was riding on was split by a sharp weapon with a large and long opening, and the flesh and blood inside were exposed, and the bones were visible.

The battered wolf fell to the ground, convulsing continuously, and it was obvious that he could not survive.