Several werewolves around rushed forward fearlessly, the duke waved his arm lightly a few times, a burst of blood mist dissipated, and the werewolves who rushed up disappeared in mid-air, turning into pieces of meat scattered on the ground, and they were killed before they could get close, and they were slashed in the air! You don't need to be close to the enemy to deliver a critical hit.

The skill blessing of Xingtian War Dance is still there, his eyes are coldly locked on the duke, holding a shield in his left hand, dragging a knife in his right hand, he rushed forward again, when he was still about ten meters away from the duke, a few flashes of lightning arc-like flashed in front of his eyes, dazzling, he instinctively raised the shield on his wrist, there was still a dazzling spot of light in his eyes, he could hardly see clearly, and the sound of gold and iron contending immediately sounded outside the shield, and he clearly felt the huge power of the knife and axe.

With all his strength, he was not knocked away this time. The duke tilted his head to look at him, with an expression of disbelief on his face, then turned into a hideous smile, put away the pair of black flesh wings on his back, shrunk his body, bent his knees and kicked the ground, the wings suddenly stretched out again, and crashed into it quickly, Zheng Dong didn't have time to use the space-time lock, he was knocked away again, and his body hit the outer wall of a building dozens of meters away.

The shield shadow technique played its role again, the twenty-four small shields around his body, one side cracked and shattered, even if he was not injured, he seemed to be thrown into a large washing machine, dizzy from the shock, a mouthful of fishy sweetness came up, swallowed back, staggered to his feet, the dust had not yet dispersed, his vision was a little blurred, a faint black dot flew towards him, gradually enlarged in front of his eyes, it was clearly the duke's face with a hideous smile, it hit it again, it was too late to hide, the speed was too fast, Neither the shield shadow technique nor the space-time lock could read the spell cast in a short period of time, so he could only hide the big shield on his chest, and if he was hit again, his internal organs would cause serious injuries, and he didn't know if he could survive it.

At the last moment, a huge figure blocked in front of him, and Zheng Dong was knocked backwards with this figure.

As the figure rolled in the air, it turned to Zheng Dong with difficulty and threw something at him, and when he caught it, he could see the figure clearly.

Simon. Haye! There was a hole in his chest, his ribs were all broken, a scratched heart was beating slowly, blood was gushing out of the wound, his smile was a touch of gloom and determination, the blood foam at the corner of his mouth was floating in the air, and he slowly closed his gray eyes and fell from the sky. Seeing him fall and die of anger, but he couldn't do anything, Zheng Dongbei came from it, and let out a long howl of "ah". If it weren't for Simon. Haiye blocked this for Zheng Dong, and today this is the place where the bones are buried.

At this time, without giving him a chance to breathe, the black dot flew over again, and he didn't need to look at him to know that it was the duke, after all, the other party was two levels higher than him, and his strength was crushing, even if there was Simon. Haye blocked this for him, and Zheng Dong's injury was really unclear, he staggered up from the rubble, vomited a mouthful of blood, and looked down at Simon. What Heyer threw at him, a bag of explosives filled with silver beans.

He had been chanting the incantation when he was knocked into the air, and when a strong wind with the smell of rotting corpses came to his face, he spit out the last word with difficulty, and the time and space were locked!

It's a pity that the difference in strength is too big, and the time to lock the Duke is no more than three seconds, and when he is locked, his body is brought together, his wings are spread, and he maintains a posture of stretching one hand forward, and his five sharp nails are spread like iron claws.

That's what scratching Simon. The hand of Haye's heart, Zheng Dong hung the strap of the silver bean explosive bag on his hand. The werewolf's ancestor Mutu was too high to be locked at all, and the Duke was locked by him for three seconds, three seconds was enough!

He took out his revolver, and at the same time flashed a hundred meters away, the duke had regained consciousness and continued to fly forward, but the target that was close at hand was a hundred meters away, and there was still a ...... hanging on his hand, and the flight trajectory of a fiery red large-caliber bullet was captured by him, and it was flying towards the package in his hand.

Firelight! Hot! Pain! This is the last feeling of the duke, it is too late to do any reaction! In the violent explosion, hundreds of silver beans tore him to pieces.

If it was an ordinary explosive, he would be able to heal as long as his torso and head were still there, and it would be impossible for ordinary explosives to get close to him. The explosives were close at hand, and the silver that prevented him from healing his wounds.

The character of the vampire ancestor alone is gone!

The foreign aid of the Hell Legion was solved, and Zheng Dong did not feel any joy, and he staggered to Simon. Next to Heyer's corpse, there were werewolves standing around.

He crouched down, sat on the ground, took off his coat, covered his chest, covered the terrible wound, and then hugged him and said, "Brother, thank you, we haven't known each other for a long time, but you are my good brother for life." ”

Zheng Dong sat with him like this for a long time. After the werewolves of the Hayye clan had cleared out the remnants of the enemy, they all gathered around Zheng Dong, and he looked up and said to the werewolves, "Take your chief home and bury him." ”

A werewolf with some bald hair stepped forward, "We werewolves have a tradition that if a chief is killed, whoever can avenge him will be our new chief. ”

After he finished speaking, he knelt on one knee and lowered his head, and the werewolves around him imitated him, and the black press knelt down a large area. Refusal is tantamount to insulting the clan, insulting the werewolf clan, or even turning against each other.

Zheng Dong said sternly: "Are you really willing to support me as the new chief?" Next, there is still a tough battle to fight, and you may all lose your lives if you follow me. ”

"Chief, we swear to the death, woo ......"

"Whew......"

The howling of wolves soared into the sky.

After becoming the chief of this werewolf tribe, his first order was to install Simon in the basement of a nearby building. Heyer's body, then blasted the building, burying him where he had fought.

After the farewell ceremony, Zheng Dong led the werewolves to the tomb square. Everyone was still immersed in the grief of losing Chief Simon, and as they walked down the deserted streets, a man appeared on the corner of the street in the distance, probing his head at them.

Zheng Dong appeared in front of the man in a flash, and the other party was stunned at first, and shouted in surprise: "Grand Master, I can find you." ”

Hearing this title, this person must be a member of the Knights Templar, but during the war, it is still necessary to confirm the identity of the other party, "Which regiment are you from?" Who is the head of the regiment? ”

"Report to the Grand Master, I am from the Third Regiment, and the Commander of the Regiment is Joajean." The soldier stood up and saluted.

"Have you come here for something?"

"Grand Master, something happened, the square is under attack, and we have lost contact with the 1st and 2nd regiments."