Christmas is coming, and the war is ongoing.

Overall, the Wolf family has an absolute advantage in terms of equipment, troop resources and size, and if it were not for the existence of a large number of trenches, Innsbruck's side would have fallen long ago.

Unlike the overall decline, Innsbruck's side was very active in local wars. A foreign-aided mercenary group called the "Blue Sword" has repeatedly performed miraculous feats on the battlefield, and has repeatedly redeemed local encounters that would have been defeated.

And on the side of the Wolf family, there is also a legendary enemy squad that is active on the battlefield. Since the vast majority (or even all) of those who saw them were dead, the Wolf Army invariably referred to the squad as:

Wolfhound.

"What the hell is a wolfhound?" The white wolf swordsman stationed in the trench asked.

"Like a Hound from Britannia." Another white-wolf swordsman explained, "It is said to be the largest hunting dog in the world, reaching the height of an adult to the lower abdomen of an adult man, and weighing up to 121 pounds (55 kilograms). Hounds are generally used as a warning and sentry, but wolfhounds of this size can hunt wolves in turn. ”

Legend has it that the dog's fur is like gray-black coal, and its eyes are as bright as if they were on fire in the middle of the night. They are spiritual creatures with powers from purgatory, fearless and painless, capable of rushing into hordes of wild wolves on their own, biting the wolf king to death and tearing off his head. ”

"The people over there keep this kind of wolfhound to watch over the house at night. The owner often slept peacefully at night, and when he woke up the next day and went out, he found that the yard was full of the corpses of wolves that had tried to sneak in the previous night. ”

"That's an unlucky name." The White Wolf Swordsman, who had asked the question earlier, complained, "Why do we give our enemies such nicknames? ”

"Because that team is also very mysterious, and the people who have met with them are dead." Another white wolf swordsman shrugged, "Only one sniper survived, and it is said that he was a few hundred meters away, and he only had time to fire a single shot, and the bullet from the opposite counterattack pierced his shoulder blades. ”

"Although he retreated in time and escaped alive, he could no longer hold a sniper rifle, and the only valuable information he brought was that the other party's team was about ten people, and most of them were women."

"Female wolfhound, strong enough." A certain white-wolf swordsman laughed lewdly.

"Heh, when you meet them on the battlefield, you won't think like that." Another White Wolf Swordsman said, "In short, everyone also hopes that you won't encounter these people on the battlefield. The more exaggerated the opponent's name and record, the easier it is for the people above to pay attention to it and send someone out to solve the other party as soon as possible. ”

"It's the so-called hype." The companions nodded and said, "Makes sense." If it weren't for the fact that the other party was really difficult to deal with, who would be willing to grow the enemy's prestige? ”

"I just hope this battle is over soon." The obscene white wolf swordsman from before sighed, "After this battle, I will go back to my hometown to get married." ”

"You're from Milan, right?"

"Yes, my fiancée's name is Clarie." The white wolf swordsman took out the pendant in his collar and showed the photos inside to his comrades, "She is my beloved, and she gave me this pendant before leaving." As long as I carry it, the bullets on the battlefield will not hit me. ”

"Really?" Someone asked, "Hey, this kind of thing doesn't work when you say it, does it?" ”

"No, it won't." The white-wolf swordsman kissed the pendant, "Clarie will bless me." ”

"I say......" One of his companions had just spoken, and suddenly fell to the ground. Blood poured from the hole in the temple.

The white wolf swordsmen hurriedly drew their swords and shields, but the bullets from the shadows struck like poisonous snakes, killing the two swordsmen who didn't have time to dodge again.

It wasn't until everyone was hiding behind their shields that the gunfire stopped abruptly.

"It's a wolfhound!" A certain white wolf swordsman shouted in horror, "This marksmanship...... It's a wolfhound! ”

"What should I do?"

"It's better to fight with them!"

"I don't even know where the wolfhound is, who are you going to fight with?!"

Loud shouts rang out. Suddenly, someone, who was being watched and controlled by a stealthy eye, suddenly swung his sword at his unsuspecting companion.

"What are you doing?"

"Dilendo! Are you going to mutiny? ”

"Kill that traitor!"

Behind the shield, the originally united white wolf swordsmen fought each other, and the first swordsman to defect was the first to die, but soon the other companions suddenly turned against each other and drew their swords.

Soon, only the last white wolf swordsman was left dead on the field, the one who was going back to his hometown to get married, panting and staring around between the corpses of his companions.

Then a bullet hole appeared in the center of the eyebrow.

"Killed?" Medea asked.

"Be careful!" Mi'er suddenly warned in the channel.

Medea turned her head and saw one of the slain white wolf swordsmen, who had somehow pressed her shoulder, with a strange smile on her hideous face.

Fierce flames suddenly exploded from her body, and Medusa screamed in the depths of her heart:

"Be careful! It's a super-high-level transcendent! ”

The corpse on the other side had turned into a burning man, her cold arms still clutching her shoulders, her nails digging deep into the flesh. Suddenly, a violent chill arose around him, and Sidlifa, who was covered in white smoke, rushed up and punched the swordsman's corpse with his left hand.

Thunder. Cannon fist.

A punch wrapped around the arc slammed out, and the corpse was immediately knocked out, a large hole in the chest that was deeply hollowed inward.

The depression then heals at a rate visible to the naked eye, like a bullet hole in the forehead.

Sidlifa lifted Medea by the collar and threw her backwards. Peggy rushed over to catch her, pressing her hands on the wound on her shoulder, the ability to pull black blood oozing outward.

"It's a toxin!" She shouted in the Psychic Channel, "Ricin! ”

The "corpse" stood up, its facial muscles squirming strangely, and then replaced it with the face of another middle-aged woman.

"Sure enough." The other looked at Peggy and said, "You're also the Lord of Filth, little girl. ”

The girls looked involuntarily at Asker, who was silent for a moment, and then asked:

"Demigod of the Pure-Blood Hermitage, Flower of Belladonna, Agrippina?"

"You know me?" The demigod's eyes narrowed, his gaze as sharp as a viper.

This is actually a demigod...... The girls around them suddenly fell into an ice cave.

"Why, is there a shortage of newcomers in the Pure-Blood Hermitage Order?" Asker asked with a smile.

"Let's take a look." Agrippina pondered, the corners of her mouth curled, "Who is the saint who can kill my apprentice?" ”

"Then you'll be disappointed." Asker said.

"Indeed." Agrippina said, "You're only lv.8, aren't you?" No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you can beat LV.19. ”

"In fact, rank is not everything." Asker said.

"But it's enough to decide your death." Agrippina sneered, "Do you still think you can defeat a demigod?" ”

"Why not?" "You have to try it to find out." ”

Girls: ..................

Is it really good to taunt the demigods as always, Captain?

However, I don't know why, when such a crying and laughing thought came out, everyone's mental pressure on the demigods was reduced a lot.

After all, there is a regimental commander here.

Even if the opponent is a demigod.