The flames ignited everything in the town, everything, whether houses, stones, or corpses. They were all burned to ashes under the blazing flames. The snow was still falling, but they were only in vain in the face of the flames, and often turned into wisps of smoke before they fell to the ground.

"Chief," the gates were breached, and after all the orcs poured in, Theron walked in, protected by a dozen werewolves. Amüller saw Theron and walked over, his horses tied to the carriage beside him, and beside the carriage the men who played the role of coachmen and soldiers were huddled together in fear, watching everything with terrified eyes.

Theron glanced at Amul, then turned his gaze to the group of men, "Let them go, they don't pose any threat to us now." Theron said. His purpose is barbarians, not humans, if it weren't for the barbarians of the White Bear tribe who are all in Bull Town, he wouldn't have attacked Bull Town, he has always thought of himself as a human in his heart.

"Yes, Chief." Amüller nodded, watching Theron walk away under the protection of the werewolves, he looked back at the men: "Hear no, kill them." He said.

Several werewolves immediately walked up, and these men did not pose any threat to them, crying, begging for mercy, and scolding. Everything dissipates.

"Throw their bodies into the fire and burn them." With a sneer on his lips, Amulle said that he had killed them and that he would not break his word.

"Where are their relatives held?" He asked, he wasn't going to keep it alive, and the same was true if Theron found out about it.

"They are all locked up in the mountains and forests, and Lord Wolf Blade is in charge." One of the werewolves said.

"Go and kill the women and the children, and bury their bodies in the snow or burn them." Seeing that a few people did not move, Amul said: "This is the order of the chief, and you will carry it out at once." ”

"Yes...."The werewolves looked at each other and nodded.

The fire ignited half of the town, and the flames were closing in on the city. Amur looked at the towering castle in the smoke, the corners of his mouth slightly curled. I hope you're still there, my woman, Silina, I said you would be mine.

The fire melted the snow, and the blazing heat swept up the steam from the melting snow, as if trying to roast people.

Theron took off his bearskin coat and looked at it with a frown.

"Who made you light the fire?" Theron asked aloud.

"Chief, these buildings were set on fire, and no one lit them." The iron head replied curtly, his eyes wandering.

Only a fool would believe such words, no one can light a fire, and these houses will suddenly set themselves on fire?

But as one of the biggest sieges to break through the city gate, Iron Head couldn't really reprimand him as before, and after this victory, Iron Head obviously respected himself more. He couldn't chill his heart, even if he hated it.

"Where's the wolf blade?" Theron said, "Where is the Wolf Blade, why isn't he here?" ”

"Chief, Wolf Blade has gone after the humans." Iron Head replied. Swarig left with the townspeople, but Wolfblade clearly didn't want to let them go, and chased after him with a group of werewolves.

"Let him come back, our target is the barbarians, not the humans." Theron frowned at a werewolf command.

"Yes, Chief." The werewolf nodded, and chased in the direction of the wolf blade.

The iron head watched the wolf blade leave, slandering in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything, and stood respectfully.

"Take your men and quickly give me the human warehouses and shops, and transport all the useful things out of the city." Theron said, "Don't hurt humans at will, it's my order. ”

"Yes, Chief." Iron Head didn't care about Theron's last words in his heart, could he still find out if he killed him?

After the Iron Head left, Theron looked around and didn't see Amüller, he frowned and asked, "Where did Amul go?" ”

Everyone shook their heads, they were following behind Theron, who would pay attention to Amüller as a human.

Theron's heart jumped, and he suddenly remembered the first time he met Amul and the reason for his defection. Thinking of this, he glanced up ahead. The castle looming in the firelight appeared before him, and he had gone to the Baron's Palace, for the sake of the woman!

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Wolfblade followed with his men, he had already set his sights on Svarig, he didn't look down on the humans, the only thing he valued in his heart was Svarig. He now had a second-leader head in his hand, but he wanted more. He also wanted a big boss's head.

He is loyal to Theron, and because of this, he wants to be valued by him even more. In the past, he followed behind Shadow Wolf, but Shadow Wolf only regarded him as an ordinary subordinate, the captain in charge of 500 wolf blades, and he always did. It wasn't until he met Theron, perhaps sentiently, that he knew at a glance that this man would be his worthy target. He abandoned his loyalty to the Shadow Wolves, which may have been despised in werewolf tradition, but he did just that.

The burning fire ignited all around, but it never lit up all the corners.

As with all human towns, houses are built together, leaving only a narrow alley. As natives of the town, they were familiar with the place, and they quickly left the alley with Swarig. The wolf blade that followed behind him couldn't figure out his direction, and he stopped and sniffed the air.

"There." He seemed to catch something, and quickened his pace with all his subordinates.

Turning an intersection, Wolf Blade saw what stood in his way.

Dozens of soldiers, dressed in the armor of human soldiers, lined up in a neat formation, in a row of three. Just plug the narrow passage without any gaps.

The sharp dagger peeked out half of its body through the gap between the shields, reflecting the cold light in the light of the fire. The huge shield was littered with potholes and traces of blood after it had dried up.

Swarig fled quickly behind the townsfolk behind them, leaving only one figure behind.

"Kill them." The wolfblade roared. These humans are just trying in vain, thinking that this will stop them?

All the werewolves pounced, and the narrow passage could only allow only two or three werewolves to attack, and the other werewolves could only yell and scream in the back.

"Puff puff puff..." was the sound of a sharp sword piercing into flesh, and unlike what Wolf Blade thought, this group of soldiers was far more troublesome than he thought. Although they may not be as well-equipped as active soldiers, they are for recruits who have just been trained and have not yet seen blood. Some of them fought in the Battle of Boole, some in the War against the Orcs of York, and in both battles.

Experience made up for their lack of equipment and physicality.

One by one, werewolves were killed, and soon a high wall of corpses was piled up in front of them. The wall of corpses fell, and then it was piled up again, and it fell down again. In just this short period of time, dozens of werewolves were killed, and the price paid by humans was only a few soldiers killed and a dozen soldiers wounded.

"Hahaha....... mongrel, brute....some kind are coming to kill us." Tom shouted and laughed with his dagger in hand, and the other soldiers echoed him, and for a moment only their voices were left in the alley of the school.

Wolf Blade's eyes were cold, "Go to the room...."He said.