The family rolled together, lying together in horror and panting, and immediately someone grabbed a handful of sequoia leaves and brought them to the woman, urging, "Eat it quickly, it will be fine if you eat it." ”

"Huh?" The woman was inexplicable, looking around with teary eyes, and seeing dozens of people surrounding her family, she didn't dare to resist at all, so she had to tentatively bite a leaf and chew it gently.

On the defense line made of logs, Cheng Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, and urged Lan Yu: "You go back to the village quickly, those syndicate bandits are probably already here."

Lan Yu shook his head helplessly and sighed, "You're going to be brutal again, right?" ”

The answer is obvious, Cheng Xiaotian doesn't answer this question at all, but what can Lan Yu do? There is a need for a leader here, and the village also needs a backbone, and there is no one to give up.

Without too many words, Lan Yu said "take care", turned into a crow again and flew to the southeast, shouting in mid-air: "I have inquired, the enemy has an army of about 20,000 blue-eyed werewolves, driving 10,000 crazy wolves and 30,000 red-eyed werewolves, you can watch it."

Before the words fell, Lan Yu was already far away, and the refugees looked at each other when they heard this.

The so-called blue-eyed werewolf refers to a werewolf who retains a full consciousness and can change form on its own after actively accepting the curse, and their eyes are blue like humans. The red-eyed werewolves, on the other hand, are werewolves who have been infected with curses from their bites, they have lost consciousness and become manic and bloodthirsty beasts, their eyes are red, and their thinking IQ is the same as that of mad wolves.

Exactly 60,000! A chilling number, the total number is more than on the refugee side! However, seeing Cheng Xiaotian standing calmly on a high place, everyone's hanging hearts settled down a little.

Directly opposite, there was a commotion among the wolves, and a few people rode their horses slowly to the front of the array. The leader of a tall werewolf saw Cheng Xiaotian, was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and thought about it, it was obvious that these people were the masterminds of this werewolf army.

"Lord of the Arathi Basin?" The werewolf in light armor hesitated.

Cheng Xiaotian looked at the werewolf lightly and did not answer, which was regarded as a tacit acquiescence.

The next moment, the werewolf nodded, his body began to distort, and the mane on his face retracted into his body in a blink of an eye, turning into a middle-aged man. The man was tall, but not burly, and looked a little tired.

"I am King of Gilne-Greymane, and these are my people, and your Excellency, as lord of the Arathi Basin, is interfering in our internal affairs." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

The refugees were in an uproar, and they all crowded over and crouched on the log defense line to look at the opposite side, they never imagined that it was their king who led the werewolves to kill the people of Gilneis!

"Your Majesty! Why?! The people questioned loudly, and they were indignant.

As in the vast majority of the time, the populace was left with no answers, and King Jean was silent like a statue.

"your king."

Such cruelty to his own people was unheard of, Cheng Xiaotian was angry at that time, and shouted loudly: "You ask them if they are still willing to be your people."

After speaking, Cheng Xiaotian turned his head to look at the tens of thousands of refugees behind him, those people first talked in twos and threes, and finally gradually converged into an angry roar: "Curse you, King Jean, and at the same time curse your family, we swear allegiance to the lord of the Arathi Basin, and return the family to us quickly."

Looking at the excited crowd on the other side, Jean's face became more and more lonely, and he muttered to himself: "What you don't understand, what you don't understand......"

"Father, have you never doubted our righteousness?" A young man beside him asked with a tired face. He is the only son of Jean Gremair and the heir to the throne, Liam Gremairn.

King Jean shook his body when he heard this, slowly raised his head, and sighed: "My prince, justice has always been insulated from politics, as the leader of the country, we can only consider responsibility, and the so-called justice is worthless."

Hearing this, Prince Liam lowered his head and stopped talking, and after a moment of silence, a touch of evil gradually appeared on King Jean's face, and he roared: "Attack immediately and defeat these rebels!"

Woo......

The horn of the attack sounded, and a war horse galloped to the front of the formation, and immediately sat an old man with silver hair, slowly raising the gray wood staff in his hand. The top of the staff was inlaid with a strange hollow bone carving, and the air flow passed through it, making a sharp whistle, and the wolves immediately stirred.

The old mage galloped all the way to the front, raised his staff in his hand, and chanted in a hoarse voice: "Faithful followers of the moon god, show your sharp claws and fangs, and go find more companions."

The staff pointed to the opposite side, and the wolves began to unleash, and in a low roar, tens of thousands of wolves lined up in a horizontal line and rushed down the slope.

The battle began.

Cheng Xiaotian raised his hand and shouted, "Archers come forward."

By order, most of the refugees retreated, giving up their positions to the hunters with bows, who were light enough to penetrate iron armor, but were sufficient to deal with the wolves.

Woowoowoo......

The horn on the opposite side did not stop for a moment, and the wolves were like a wave, overflowing the valley floor and climbing the southern slope. At a distance of more than 100 meters, Orion could already see the fangs in the wolf's mouth.

"Ready!" The hunters began to shout, and the sound of "ready" was heard, and the "crunch" bowstrings came and went, and thousands of bows opened to the end, and the arrows pointed downward like grass.

Below, the wolf is coming!

Tens of thousands of wolves began to charge towards the top of the slope, roaring and emitting bloodthirsty desires. However, the first wave of counterattack that greeted them was not arrows, but countless jugs.

On the southern slope, behind the array of archers, countless women began to speed up with jugs of water in their hands, until they ran behind the archers and threw out jars full of water with great force. Tens of thousands of water tanks broke on the south slope, and the clear water exploded, converging into a layer of water ripples to the bottom of the valley, and in a blink of an eye, the entire south slope was wet.

The wolves were struggling to climb the slope and rushed headlong into the mud, their feet began to slip, and the speed of the charge immediately slowed down.

"Put!" Cheng Xiaotian waved his hand heavily, shouted, and only then did he release the first round of attacks, and the timing was just right.

Airplanes!

The sound of the bowstring returning to its position sounded at the same time, and thousands of arrows left the string and swept down the southern slope. From Cheng Xiaotian's point of view, the dense arrows almost converged into a wall and hit the front of the wolves.

The wolf in the front row immediately turned into a "hedgehog", and was hit by the huge impact and rolled backwards, and the attack front rolled backwards like a wave hitting a rock.

The wolf in the back row immediately took over the position and continued to rush upward, fearless of death. But after the trampling of the front row, the ground became more and more muddy like paste, and it was difficult to focus, and the wolves almost slipped three times in one step, and could not accelerate at all.

Without Cheng Xiaotian's command, the hunters began to shoot, and the arrows were as dense as a shower, without stopping. Under the continuous blows, the wolves fell to the ground in pieces, and the formation quickly thinned, not only could not advance an inch, but was cut backwards a little bit.

On the northern slope, King Jean and a group of generals frowned, and the discipline and fighting spirit of these ordinary people were completely beyond their expectations.

In general warfare, only the comparison of the strength of the two armies will be considered, and the common people will not be considered at all. Most of the time, these ordinary people with no willpower will only have the opposite effect and become a burden, but today's scene has turned the perception upside down.

"Why?" King Jean asked.

No one could answer him, and all the generals fell silent, when the old mage came to the king on horseback and proposed, "Your Majesty, we will send the second echelon, and I will see how these rebellious people can fight."

Jean nodded without hesitation, and the old mage waved his staff in the air, and a sharp whistling sounded, and footsteps in the jungle "rumbled", and an even larger army drove out.

The army was full of werewolves, dressed in tattered clothes, with red eyes and crazy faces, gathered in a row to look at the southern slope, and couldn't stop roaring.

Seeing this army appear, the rain of arrows on the southern slope began to thin out, and sorrow welled up on people's faces. These are their former family members.

"Shoot fast!" Cheng Xiaotian saw that it was not good, and shouted in a hissing voice: "Hurry up and kill all the wolves, and prepare to welcome the villagers back!" (To be continued.) )