Everyone on both sides was taken aback, and when they looked up, they saw four figures standing on the trees on the side, and the light was too dark to see real.

"Who are you?" The cavalry captain asked with a cold expression.

More than a dozen archers immediately bent their bows and pointed their arrows at the four uninvited guests.

"We? From the Arathi Basin. Someone from the tree replied faintly, and then four figures descended from above and landed in front of the farmers, and only then did everyone see their faces clearly by the light of the fire. The four men and one woman, all dressed in odd blue suits, carried longbows and swords crossed behind them.

They are the avenging army that follows.

Hearing Faeron's words, the cavalry captain frowned, "This is the hometown of the former Alterac Kingdom, you are soldiers from the Arathi Basin, I'm afraid you are suspected of crossing the line when you come here, right?" ”

Fei Lun remained silent, "We are just passing by, and you, as the Gilneth border guards, are violating the rules of the state by committing murder here!" ”

"My lord, are we really going to be werewolves?" Galda shouted behind Feeron, his tone full of fear.

In Azeroth, werewolves are not just legends, but horrors that happen from time to time. It is said that anyone who is bitten by a mad wolf under the blue moon will be infected and become a half-wolf and half-human monster, annihilating humanity.

Feren couldn't answer his question, and after being bitten by a mad wolf, even a little skin would become infected. For so many years, there seems to be no precedent for a werewolf to be cured, and all the villagers at the scene were injured, how did he answer?

"I don't know how you became werewolves as a regular soldier of Gilneis, but you are sane and should have accepted it voluntarily, right?" Fei Lun asked in a deep voice, his eyes already flashing with murderous intent.

"Huh." The cavalry captain smiled, for those who are going to die, do you need an explanation? Smiling and smiling, he waved his hand lightly, and his face changed sharply. "Kill them."

Airplanes!

More than a dozen bows loosened at the same time, and a cluster of feathered arrows shot at Feron.

Fei Lun stood still, and when the feather arrows were about to be shot, his body "dripped" and swirled, bringing out a roll of bright silver sword light, and the cluster of feather arrows was drawn by the sword light, and immediately collapsed into a piece of debris and exploded. Immediately after that, his figure did not stop, and with a spiral of sword light, he crashed into the cavalry.

"Kill!" The female revenger broke off, three arrows **** out, a sharp sound of breaking the air, those Gilneth sentries had not yet reacted, and three cavalrymen had already fallen from their horses.

The cavalry captain saw that Faeron was rushing towards him, unstoppable, and he suddenly stretched his neck to look at the blue moon that was about to set, and opened his mouth to let out a roar of rage. With this half-human, half-beast roar, his body instantly elongated, his mouth and face protruded, two pairs of fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth, and a dense mane drilled out of his bare # exposed skin.

The werewolf form is completed in the blink of an eye.

The speed of the cavalry captain who turned into a werewolf increased suddenly, and as soon as Feren's sword stabbed, his body moved, and he had already jumped over Feren's head.

As if he knew he would do this, Faren put his toes on the horse, and the horse neighed and fell to the ground, and he flew back with the light of his sword, the arrow still pointing straight at the back of the enemy's heart. This change of move was extremely fast, and the cavalry captain who turned into a werewolf couldn't dodge in the air, so he had to twist back stiffly, pick up the scimitar in his hand and slash at the sword light.

There was no expected clash of gold and iron, the moment the swords collided, the sword light in Fei Lun's hand condensed, and the long sword swam in like a poisonous snake against the back of the knife. This was completely unexpected by the cavalry captain, and it was too late to parry.

With a heart-rending howl, Faeron's long sword stabbed into the enemy's chest, and the powerful werewolf captain couldn't even stop two faces. Fortunately, the werewolf's vitality is tenacious, although he is not injured, his claws are wrong, and he sweeps the door in front of Faerun.

Feren spun around, drew his blade and landed, and from his direction, an arrow was shot at the back of the werewolf captain's head. At such a close distance, it was impossible for him to dodge.

Zheng!

The feather arrow ran through his head, and the arrow stretched out from the captain's wolf's mouth, and the tail of the arrow trembled extremely quickly behind his head, making a terrible "buzzing" sound. His eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground and died.

"Let's go!" The Gilneth sentries in the distance shouted, turned their horses and ran, these four soldiers from the Arathi Basin were too strong, and there were hundreds of villagers who had no intention of fighting again. The three avengers followed behind with their bows and arrows, and only after killing seven more men did they stop the pursuit.

Feren turned his head, and the crowd parted, revealing Zoka slowly lowering his longbow.

"It's me who hurt everyone......" Zoka muttered, slumped on the floor.

If the villagers are really infected, they will turn into bloodthirsty and manic werewolves when the blue moon rises the next night.

The villagers looked at each other and bowed their heads in decadence.

"We will hurt our own family......" Gerda threw away the sword in his hand, his confused eyes suddenly froze, looked at Faeron, and shouted, "Your Excellency, you kill us!"

The villagers jerked their heads up and looked at an emotional Gelda.

Ghelda continued to plead: "It is better to die at your hands now than to become a sane beast and kill your own loved ones."

The villagers reacted and began to make loud noises, some expressing their willingness to die at the hands of the soldiers of the Arathi Basin, while others cried out that there might be a chance to be cured. Everyone was arguing and pushing each other, and the emotions were getting more and more excited, and the situation was getting more and more chaotic.

Suddenly, they have to face the choice between life and death, and the villagers are in a panic.

The three avengers walked up behind Faeron and looked at this scene with extremely heavy hearts.

"Your Excellency." The female avenger was about to speak, but was interrupted by a raised hand from Ferron.

"I'll take care of that." Fei Lun looked back at the three subordinates, turned to the villagers and shouted: "Don't quarrel, you don't need to die, everyone can still be saved!"

Hearing this, the villagers stopped arguing and looked at Faerun, and Gerda asked with a serious expression: "My lord, I have never heard that werewolf disease can be cured, don't lie to us, you must know that your kindness may kill many innocent people."

Fei Lun seemed to have made up his mind, and shouted confidently: "Don't worry, our lord is omnipotent, and there will definitely be a way to cure everyone."

Hearing Fei Lun mention Cheng Xiaotian, the villagers immediately cheered up, yes! With that miraculous lord here, what miracle can't happen?

"But he's gone." Gerda reminded, "Last night the lord helped us drive away the enemy, but he seemed to be able to fly, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye."

The four revengers glanced at each other, and surprise instantly climbed into their faces, they were ordered to look for Cheng Xiaotian, but they didn't expect to find clues here.

"Arya, let that treasure out." Faeron turned around and commanded.

The female avenger nodded heavily, and hurriedly took out a bird made of colored paper from her satchel, held it in the palm of her hand and held it above her head. This is the magic weapon of communication that Cheng Xiaotian was forced to leave, and it can only be driven by spiritual power.

In front of everyone's eyes, Arya spit out her palm, and the paper bird burst into flames, and before the flames were extinguished, a colorful bird flew out of the fire, and after two cheers, it flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

The villagers watched with wide eyes as the little bird hovered above Arya's head for two weeks before flying to the southwest.

"Let's tie ourselves up with each other first, and then go back to the village immediately, I will keep an eye on you for the next few days, and the lord will definitely come when he receives the news." Feren smiled and comforted.

The villagers were so relieved that they began to look for things to tie up with each other, and the sun finally rose at this moment, and it was dawn. (To be continued.) )