At dusk, a horse-drawn carriage jolts along a dirt road through the slums outside Flamewind.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The coachman roared loudly, driving away pedestrians on the road, looking at the animal fur on the driver's body, and the scarred face, the passers-by on the street whispered:

"Merchant ...... Warscar again"

"The smell in the car is so heavy, it should be something like goat's milk, right?"

"They're all intruders, why let the merchants in?"

The wooden wheels ran over the loess, bringing up a lot of soot. Under the cover of the increasingly dark sky, passers-by did not notice that something seemed to be dripping from under the carriage.

The Warscar Merchant's carriage soon passed through the slums, leaving the territory of Flamewind and entering the mountains surrounded by mountains.

The driver looked back, but he didn't notice anyone being followed, and instead of returning to the territory of Warscar, he drove straight into a pitch-black cave.

"Ready!" He shouted.

With the sound of the coachman, dozens of pairs of green eyes lit up in the cave. The snow wolves lurking in the darkness, along with the ferocious riders, bypassed the carriage and prepared to charge towards the Flamewind City below.

Although Flamewind City is protected by tall walls, there are also warehouses for grain, grass and supplies in the slums outside the walls.

The target of the Warscarred Wolf Cavalry was one of those warehouses outside the city.

The "coachman" who provided them with information had found one of the weakest defences and used the liquid dripping from the back of the wagon to mark the route for the snow wolves.

These vicious wolves living on the plateau have a more sensitive sense of smell than other breeds of wolves, and the wolf cavalry does not need a light source at all, as long as they arrive at the destination on the snow wolf, they can directly plunder!

The wolf cavalry drew their scimitars, their curved blades glistening in the moonlight. After inspecting their weapons, they tightened their grip on the reins, and the snow-white fur wolves began to charge down the mountain.

The raids they are most familiar with...... Here we go.

Following the scent trail left by the carriage along the way, the wolf cavalry sped forward under the cover of night, rushing into the "urban poverty belt" of Flamewind City.

The snow wolf lowered its body and ran wildly in the night, and due to the high-speed raiding operation, the wolf cavalry was only armed with light leather armor and short scimitars for melee combat.

However, to take out the yellow-skinned guards in the warehouse, these weapons alone are enough. As long as you slip away before the Flamewind arrives, you don't need any other weapons at all-

The sound of bows and arrows breaking the wind tore through the quiet night. A wolf cavalry who rushed forward fell from the wolf's back, and his body was trampled and deformed by his companions who could not dodge behind, and after a crisp fracture sound, it turned into a "mud" that could not be seen in human form.

Seeing that their companions were dead, the wolf cavalry who were still charging immediately drew their swords, opened their eyes wide under the dark sky, and tried to see the road ahead.

Then they were greeted by several soldiers tearing open the black cloth, and the deadly "protective belt" made of wooden stakes that emerged from underneath the black cloth.

"Spread out!"

With the captain's order, the wolf cavalry immediately dispersed towards both sides of the barricade, but the two wolf cavalry who rushed to the front had no time to dodge at all.

The terrifying sound of flesh tearing was followed by the wail of the snow wolf. The snow wolf, whose body was pierced by a stake, struggled hard, but only deepened the wound on his body.

As for the rider on it, it had turned into a bloody "human stick" at this time, and viscous blood gushed out from the wound in the abdomen, and the whole person couldn't even say a word, and had already gone to hell neatly.

At this point, the wolf cavalry knew very well that they must have been ambushed. But what is difficult for them to understand is: how did the Flamewind Soldiers learn about this course of action?

The Flame Wind Army, which had been slow and completely free of any threat since the young master took office, seemed to be aware of the movement of the scar cavalry at this time, and set up an ambush in advance.

But even so, the wolf cavalry did not retreat, and continued to move forward.

For these nomads living in the highlands, the option of "fleeing from the wilderness" was non-existent, and even if they knew that the enemy had discovered them, the fanatical warriors would not back down, but blew the horn made of bison horns.

"In the name of the wolf god, smash their skulls!" The tall captain of the wolf cavalry howled.

Clang!

He swung his scimitar to block an oncoming arrow, and the whole person suddenly "flew" from the wolf's back, and pounced like a tiger on the red armor of the Flame Wind Army soldier in front of him.

At the same time, his snow wolf mount picked up speed, opened its fanged mouth, and bit down on the enemy's head!

Unlike ordinary cavalry, even if there is only one person left, the Wolf Cavalry is not alone, their wolves are also fierce warriors, and they can even complete exquisite cooperation with their masters to defeat more than three enemies in an instant!

It's a pity that this time it was not an ordinary warrior who stood in front of the wolf cavalry.

The red-armored soldier took a sideways step, avoiding the pounced snow wolf, and then took another step forward in an instant, stabbing the beast in the flank with a sharp slash.

Boom!

The short scimitar in the hand of the cavalry captain smashed against the iron-gray square shield with a dull loud noise. No sooner had his body hit the ground than several more arrows flew past him, killing the other two wolf cavalrymen who were attacking from behind.

- Is it an elite unit?

Realizing that he was not facing an ordinary soldier, the cavalry captain kicked on the shield and lunged forward again, the scimitar in his hand going straight behind the shield, trying to slit the throat of the opponent.

Click!

As soon as his wrist was hot, the scimitar was taken off.

The cavalry captain jerked back his right hand, only to find that his hand was gone, leaving only a neat incision.

The berserker's voice was like that of a wounded wolf. Even though one hand was cut off, he still didn't retreat, and another scimitar appeared in his left hand at some point, and the charge was faster.

"Wolf God—"

The cavalry captain roared to express his faith, but his voice stopped with the movement of his body.

Under the stunned gaze of the other wolf cavalrymen, the strong man's head flew out, bringing out an arc of blood and landing in the dirt ten meters away.

A slender figure slowly stepped out from behind the shield, and suddenly reached out and tore off the crimson cloak on his body.

Known as the "Flame Wind Slayer", the commander of the Trap Formation, Silver Frost, his hair tied in a bunch fluttered in the night wind. The long knife in his hand, which had just cut off the head of the enemy, did not stain a trace of blood.

She raised her long knife in her right hand, the tip of which was pointed at one of the wolf cavalrymen who rushed towards her, and a contemptuous smile appeared on her somewhat sunken cheeks:

"To kill you, it's enough for me alone."

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