In the forest.

"Let's go! Come on! "The muffled voice, with a muddy guttural voice, is the distinctive voice of a werewolf.

"Smack!" Syllable! "The crisp sound of the whip was mixed with suppressed screams such as 'hmm' and 'whoa'.

In the dense forest, a ragged Terran team was staggering forward under the drive of werewolves, numbering more than 400 people, both men and women, and the common characteristics were that they were young and healthy, and not a single old, weak, sick or disabled person.

At the two ends of the team were werewolves, there were forty of them, each of them was more than 1.8 meters tall, and they were very strong and muscular. Especially the werewolf at the front of the team, his body was two meters tall, his claws were like knives, his teeth were like saws, and his eyes were glowing with blood, and he was extremely fierce.

The werewolves at the front of the team were clearing the way, while the werewolves behind were wielding rattan whips to urge the Terran captives to move quickly.

In the middle of the captive procession, more than thirty young women gathered together, all of them from Hetan Village, and the rest of the group were captured by werewolves from other villages, all the way together.

The whole procession, the young men were silent, their heads bowed, they had all accepted their fate, and it was not unusual for this kind of thing to happen in the forest all year round.

The women were softer, and from time to time they would let out a few helpless cries to vent their fear and pain.

The same is true of the women in Hetan Village, but Jasmine, who is in the middle of the line, does not cry, her face is covered with mud, and her hair is also scattered, covering her better appearance, and she is silent all the way. Keep your head down, use your hands and feet, and push forward.

She had a belief in her heart: when her man came back from hunting, he would definitely come to her rescue.

As they were walking, there was a steep and difficult mountain road ahead, and the captives were forced to pass by the werewolves, some of them fell, and some of them were unlucky, twisted their feet, and sat on the ground and could not get up.

The werewolf next to him glanced at each other. Step forward. A single claw ended the man's life, and then his corpse was held to the shoulder, and even if he couldn't be a slave, the Terran's corpse could be used as food.

Werewolf. It is an extremely cruel creature.

A steep climb downhill. The team was reduced by more than a dozen people. Two of the women of the riverbank village were also killed.

An atmosphere of terror lingered throughout the ranks, leading not to despair, but to numbness. The Terran captives are used to it, and their strength is not strong enough to resist, so they can only accept this fate.

Soon after the steep slope, a small river more than thirty meters wide appeared in front of it, and the werewolf leader at the front howled and pointed for a while, and then a werewolf threw the previous human corpse into the river.

In just a moment, the whole river boiled, and many small fish the size of palms and sharp teeth could be seen flying through the river, blood splashing, and the flesh on the corpse was quickly gnawed, and the whole corpse turned into white bones at a speed visible to the naked eye.

These are the most feared toothed fish in the forest, and there are two kinds of fish: the 'slippery ghost', which has a smooth body and is like a loach, and is very good at burrowing through the anus of river crossers to gnaw at the intestines, and the 'butcher', which is extremely powerful enough to gnaw at the thigh bone, and they are responsible for attacking.

In the water, they are the mortal enemies of all living things, and if they want to cross the river, they must be fed, commonly known as the 'river crossing tax'.

"Cross the river! Hurry up and cross the river! The werewolf roared loudly, pushing the panicked Terran captives down the river.

At this moment, even the men who were silent all the way were screaming in fright, but there was no way, behind were the claws of the werewolves, and the sharp teeth of the wild fish in front, but these wild fish were busy gnawing at the corpses, and under the choice of the two, the captives still chose to go down the river.

The women of the riverbank village also went down to the river, as did Jasmine, wading waist-deep in the river while praying for the Creator's favor.

When the Terran captives were halfway through, the corpses in the river were gnawed away, and the wild fish, before they were fed, began to attack the captives on the periphery.

Screams rang out one after another, people kept falling into the water, and the whole river turned blood-red.

Game Management Department.

The Administrator watched the scene silently, and as planned, he manipulated the Sharptooth Fish to attack the players who were about to run out of game time.

One after the other, in keeping with the spirit of humanitarianism, are fatal within five hits.

The Sharp-toothed Wild Fish made its way through the river captives, and in a few moments, the women of the riverbank village in the middle of the crowd began to be attacked.

Jasmine saw a woman wading in the water not far away, she knew, her name was Anna, her body shook suddenly, and then her eyes suddenly widened, her pupils diverged, and her whole body fell softly into the water, and after a while, a large number of body fragments floated in her place.

Fear and despair finally made Jasmine scream, and she desperately rushed to the other side of the river, and I don't know how long it took, until she finally reached the other side of the river with all her strength.

Looking back, the water of the whole river has turned dark red, and the sharp-toothed wild fish in the river jump out of the water from time to time, looking very excited.

It's a hellish sight.

This time they crossed the river, losing more than thirty captives, all of whom died in the river, and the ranks became even more silent, the women had no strength to cry, and the men's eyes were numb.

Game Management Department.

The administrator turned to the person in charge and said, "Director, we have received a lot of complaints about the 'crossing the river and kicking people' just now. ”

"I know, you replied to them, the Terrans are now in a dark period, but the King has appeared, and he will lead the Terrans into the light. Give them a compensatory, let them play Terran again for free, and the lifespan is sixty years. ”

"Okay." The administrator made an announcement, and after a while, he turned his head and said, "Director, they accepted the compensation and entered the game again. ”

"Oh, naïve player." The person in charge smiled and said: "Get a Russian turntable, transfer a few places among ordinary players, no more than ten, make their destiny a little better, and let them follow the king all the way." ”

"Okay." The administrator executes the command.

Forest.

After crossing the river, there was a dense forest, and the captives continued to advance. This time, no one cried, and no one was left behind or killed.

After walking in silence for more than three hours, the werewolf in front suddenly moved his ears, and then made a stop movement.

"Someone is following!" He let out a low roar and motioned to the two werewolves beside him: "You guys, go and have a look at the back!" ”

The two werewolves nodded, leaned to the ground, and rushed swiftly to the back of the group. Disappeared from sight.

About five minutes later. There were two very slight bowstring sounds, and then there was a werewolf howl. After that, the forest fell silent again.

The voices were too far away for the untrained Terran captives to hear. But every werewolf heard it clearly. Suddenly it was like a great enemy.

The werewolf leader was silent. He began to point his fingers again to the effect that "maybe the elves are coming, hide in the trees." Prevent bows and arrows from sneaking up! ”

The werewolves immediately abandoned their captives and hid in the woods.

Many of the Terran captives looked up, they didn't hear the voices, they didn't understand what was going on, so they all had strange looks on their faces.

In the crowd, Jasmine showed extreme joy on her face, and said to the women in the same village around her: "It must be the leader who came to save us!" ”

When the women heard this, their faces were half incredulous, but they still showed a look of anticipation.

The people of the other surrounding villages heard Jasmine's words and asked, "Your chief? ”

"Yes, our leader, he is very powerful, he is the god of war!" Jasmine's eyes sparkled with light.

The news spread quickly among the captives, and soon most of them raised their heads and looked at each other with hope on their faces.

The forest was quiet for a while, and after about seven or eight minutes, suddenly, a scream appeared, close at hand, it was a werewolf. Immediately after, a werewolf fell from a nearby tree, his hands clutching his throat, blood spurting out of it. His throat was slit.

A figure flashed in the trees around it, and the speed was unbelievably fast!

"It's him, it's really him! It's our leader! When a woman from Hetan Village saw it, she covered her mouth and wept with joy.

The people in the other villages were also talking, and their faces began to show a stronger look of anticipation.

They felt the hope of being rescued.

After another three minutes, a rain of blood fell from the tree, and then, with a bang, another werewolf fell from the tree, and his heart was pierced.

"Whew~ He only has one ......."

A werewolf shouted, but before he could finish his sentence, there was a 'crash' of a bowstring, and a werewolf fell from the tree.

An arrow struck him in the eye, piercing his brain.

However, the other werewolves still got the word that they had only one enemy, hiding in the surrounding dense forest.

"Wow~ Come out, come out! Together, stand together! The figure of the werewolf leader came out.

Originally, sneak attacks in the forest were the specialty of werewolves, and only elves could compete with them, but now, this opponent was like a ghost, even more powerful than them, and they had to use their numerical advantage to defend against the enemy.

The werewolves stopped hiding, and they all appeared from their hiding places and began to gather together.

However, as they appeared, the sound of bowstrings exploding began to appear in the dense forest.

The sound came one after another, and each time three arrows appeared, shooting in different directions, each arrow aimed at the werewolf's vital point, extremely difficult to dodge, and accurate to the point of horror.

Among these werewolves, it was as if there was a scythe of death sweeping back and forth, and the werewolves fell down with a shocking speed.

The werewolf leader hid behind the werewolf and roared, his voice filled with desperation: "We're done, we're done!" It's an elven archer, it's definitely an elven archer! ”

The Grim Reaper's summons rang out nine times, killing twenty-three werewolves...... In such a short period of time, there were only twelve werewolves left on the ground.

The Terran captives were dazzled and dazzled, and the hope in their hearts grew stronger and stronger, and a strong look of worship appeared in their eyes.

In their eyes, these werewolves are invincible and terrifying beings, but now, there are people who harvest their lives like killing chickens and sheep, so how strong should this person be?

"This woman is right, this must be the god of war!"

"The god of war has come to our rescue!"

"Could it be an elf?"

"No, he's my man!" Jasmine loudly dismissed all doubts.

The werewolves looked at each other and saw despair in each other's eyes.

The werewolf leader hid behind the werewolf, waited for a long time, and never saw the sound of the bowstring, and immediately guessed the reason, and shouted: "Don't be afraid, brothers, he has run out of arrows!" ”

No matter how powerful the archer is, when he runs out of arrows, he loses his deterrent power. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, werewolves are not afraid of any opponent.

The arrows were indeed used up, and a figure appeared, standing on a branch, a slender and strong Terran man dressed in animal skins, his bow already on his back, his quiver empty, and a broadsword in his hand.

"Rush, shred him!" The werewolf leader roared.

The werewolves howled, used their hands and feet, and ran wildly towards their opponents in the trees. He flashed with the blood shadow magic unique to werewolves, and cautiously followed behind his men.

Compared to bows and arrows, they are no opponents, but more than melee combat, werewolves dare to fight elves, not to mention a human race that they regard as slaves! (To be continued......)