At the turn of autumn and winter, the mountain breeze is howling.

The cold wind swept through the dark earth, over the rolling mountains, through the undulating mountain forests, and finally penetrated into the cracks of everyone's clothes, and the breath of winter rendered the atmosphere of desolation and solemnity on the fiery heart.

Facing the wind, the expressionless Qian strode forward.

At the entrance of the barracks, Shylock, who was on duty at night, had already made a gesture of full vigilance, and Pigliu, who was in charge of the secret sentry, was carrying his cyclops leg bones and preparing for a surprise attack.

There is no need for money to mobilize without worry, and his escort squadron has already entered a state of full combat readiness.

And in the rolling dark mountains, the howling wind from the military camp brought the military might of slaughter into the heart of every uninvited guest.

"Eldest son, although this camp is small, the layout is extremely fine, and the soldiers inside are probably not easy to deal with."

"How sure are you that you can take it?" In the dark bushes, there was a glimmer of magic power, and Han Rujun, who was frowning, had a gloomy face.

"Sixty percent, no, I'm afraid it's only fifty percent, and we have too few people." The dark shadow explained in a low voice.

"Hmph, you White Fang Clan, aren't you self-proclaimed Night Walkers? Now, can't even a little lord take it+? ”

Han Rujun was very angry, he had already counted the camp tents in the distance, and there was at most a squadron of soldiers and horses, among which the regular soldiers, according to convention, it would be good to have one-tenth of them, and if he stood up to the sky, he was a lord, and his strength was not worth mentioning at all.

"Even if you can win it, the loss will not be small, you know ......"

"Alright, alright. As long as I can catch that dead girl. I'll give you 50 large samurai coins. Han Rujun waved his hand impatiently.

"Done. Then you're going to see! ”

The shadow emerged from the bushes, and this was a wasteland wolf.

The dark feathers on his head represent his status as a nobleman, and the striking wolf tooth necklace around his neck is a reminder of a legend in the Great Wasteland of Kobdo, the White Fang Clan on the Iron Throne.

Wolff's White Fang clan belongs to one of the eight tribes of Kobdo Monan, and has led the tribe of Monan Beamon for generations. But this wasteland clan, which is famous for its cavalry, still has a class that makes people smell different, and that is the Nightcrawlers.

The darling of darkness, the walker of the night.

A cold blade, a bloodthirsty will.

The night walkers in the bushes quietly gathered towards the military camp where Qian Wuwu was worried, but they didn't know that Han Rujun and his entourage behind them had already exposed their figures.

The night belongs to Wolf, and the night of the full moon. It's Wolff's home turf!

The Wolf Assassins, bathed in the essence of the Fire Moon, are silent. The power of blood rage was obtained, and ordinary Wolf had to shout and roar to obtain the power of blood rage, but the night walker flowed all over his body in a covert march.

But the power of the moon is not only blessing the Wolf family.

Enjoying the evil blessing of the Destiny Twins, Qian Wuwu also gained the ability to multiply perception on this special night, and the temporary ability brought by the Fire Moon - the Fury of War - made Qian Wuwu even more powerful.

Wrath of War: +10 Strength and sharpens your perception of hostile creatures.

The White Fang clan in the dark forest, although they used shrubs to hide their figures, the high-spirited fighting spirit brought by the thirst for blood and madness was like a lighthouse in the dark night in Qian Wuwu's eyes, dazzling.

"Little John, left front, 200 steps, throw with all your might!"

"Left front, 200 steps, shoot!"

At the sound of the order, the 10 lizardmen archers pulled out the fine-calibrated non-commissioned officer's longbow, and in the whoosh, the feathered arrows broke through the air.

An instant later, a scream could be heard from the depths of the forest.

Someone got an arrow!

"Straight ahead, 180 steps, rapid fire!"

After an instant, Little John's loud voice repeated the knight lord's order, and two waves of feather arrows were shot into the night sky in succession.

Soon, the screams were heard again.

Seeing that the battle was about to be engaged, Shylock yelled in his blood: "Lord Lord, our department is ready to go!" ”

"No, my lord, the vanguard is ours!" Not to be outdone.

Qian Wuwu snorted coldly, he was not moved by his subordinates' intention to fight.

At this moment, the enemy army, which could not succeed in a sneak attack, is being dispersed in an all-round way, and the already sparse formation has completely become a sporadic state.

Every Nightcrawler is a qualified Assassin, and there is no problem for Assassins to carry out killing missions alone.

But in Qian Wuwu's eyes, the blood-colored mist with high fighting spirit was sprinkled into scattered sand in an instant.

Sure enough, it's not a regular army!

Although he couldn't see the face of the sneak attacker clearly, Qian Wuwu made a judgment on the spot, after all, the soldiers and soldiers needed the cooperation of the military formation, and they must not be brave, but now, the sneak attackers who were completely dispersed were obviously unable to cooperate effectively.

They can only be adventurers, mercenaries, or assassins!

Generally speaking, the personal quality of adventurers is higher than that of soldiers, and assassins have a reputation as professional killers, but they will never see the light, at best, they will bully civilians and harass some parts in a petty manner.

And a well-organized army is the eternal king of war, and a soldier with a halberd is the real killing profession!

Qian Wuwu cleared his thoughts, and issued an order for encirclement and suppression at that time: "Shylock, detour on the left, Pigliu, detour on the right!" ”

Under the order, the barbarian squad and the wild boar squad immediately poured out of the camp gate, and at the same time, Qian Wuwu ordered troops again.

"Nonsense, prepare for the formation on the left side of the camp gate, Jia Wei, prepare for the formation on the right side of the camp gate!"

"Teacher, and me!" Little John muttered eagerly.

"You are my general reserve, guard the camp." Qian Wuwu dropped a sentence and strode out of the camp gate, and Hu Yan and Jia Wei, who received the order to line up, followed at that time.

Little John turned his head and looked at the 10 lizardmen shooters with longbows, although he was full of unwillingness, but he also understood that the team he led must have no chance of fighting head-on with blood.

And on the other side, in the dark jungle. Torrot of the White Fang Clan. But he was gasping for air.

In the distance, under the firelight at the gate of the camp. First, it reflected the strong physique of the barbarians, and then the fierce body of the wild boar people appeared, and what was even worse was that these barbarian warriors were all wearing heavy armor.

Torrot couldn't figure out why barbarians were popping up in the human barracks, but he was in a daze. A metal can, armed to the teeth, rode a flaming Kodomon, with the same armored were-headed men and gnoll cavalry, and poured out.

Under the firelight, it was full of dazzling metal iron armor!

Torrot could swear in the name of the glory of his ancestors that every set of armor he saw was a luxury item worth a hundred gold in the Great Heath of Kobdo, a magical equipment to which only the leaders and successors of the great tribes were entitled.

What kind of opponent is this?

Could it be the prince of the Great Empire of the Five Elements? Do you travel in WeChat?

Torot only wanted to earn some commission money and buy weapons and armor. He didn't want to find someone to play with.

Frightened, Torrot grabbed the wolf tooth necklace on his chest and stuffed the brightest wolf tooth into his mouth.

The next moment, the whistle that rose to the sky spread throughout the four fields, and all the night walkers suddenly stopped, and then, they all turned around in unison and began to flee in all directions.

The familiar whistle made Qian Wuwu smell the breath of savagery, and he immediately raised his neck and shouted: "In front of the White Fang Clan, is it the brave Tokdos or the Wolf Tooth Gurion?" ”

Hearing such a question, Torrot, who had planned to wait and see, shrank his head and melted into the deep night.

Whether it is Tokdos the Brave or Wolf Fang Gurion, they are both well-known warriors of the White Fang Clan and the leaders of the clan, but more importantly, they have both manifested the silver bloodline.

How can people who can be acquainted with these great powers be unknowns?

Only when he kicked the iron plate, Torrot ran away with all his might, but he was glad that he ran fast and early.

Qian Wuwu shouted again and again, and didn't see any movement on the other side, so he simply tore his throat and invited people to fight, when he found that in the dark forest, there was still no reaction, a smile suddenly floated on the corner of his mouth.

Since they did not enter the campaign mode this time, it shows that the forces of the two armies are not in the same class, but Qian Wuwu will not fight any senseless bad battles, let alone chase them indiscriminately.

Every soldier is the wealth of the lord, good steel, and it must be used on the blade.

Without a clear strategic goal, it is undoubtedly the way to kill if you use swords and soldiers!

If there are really a few high-level professionals among the night walkers of the White Fang Clan, as long as you kill a few of the non-commissioned officer corps selected by the money, he will cry later.

In fact, the money at the moment is worry-free, and it is just pulling the banner of tiger skin.

After all, in this era, even the Four Sons of the King Pig, who is highly touted by the wild boar people, may not be able to defeat those tribal leaders who have manifested the silver bloodline.

As for Qian Wuwu, the congenital hard wounds in his bloodline had already made him show his shortcomings in the demon tide - at this moment, even the main positions of Mulan and Wei Linglan had already run in front of him.

However, the rank does not mean a qiē!

This is especially true in the area from lv60+ to lv80.

Every professional is faced with the mysterious barrier of understanding the power of the five elements, if there is no level, but there is no suitable combat skill to assist, it will not be able to comprehend the power of the true law and promote the second-order power system.

Money in the battlefield is worry-free, after confirming that the other party is just a thief, he issued the next attack order, and soon, the four small groups of soldiers who converged formed a neat military formation and began to crush and push.

On Han Rujun's side, he was originally looking at Torrot's skills, but in an instant, he found that in the military camp opposite, a group of fierce figures rushed out, and then ...... There is no then.

In the dark woodland, the breath of the Night Messenger has been completely lost, and only an iron-blooded armored soldier is still steadily and vigorously advancing forward, advancing, and advancing again.

Han Rujun, who was watching a good show, soon found out that he was actually the target of that group of soldiers, and the hideous face under the torch scared him so much that he screamed on the spot.

That's barbarians, boar people, wolf-headed people, jackals......

Could it be that the barbarian clans of the Northland have already rioted en masse?

Han Rujun, who was afraid of death, didn't think much about it, and because he didn't know the situation at all, he could only join Torrot's fleeing army and plunge headlong into the mountains. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the "money first" classmates for their tips!

Ah, it's Monday again, a new volume is opened, and Xiong also comes out to roll, asking for a recommendation, asking for a monthly pass.