Whew......

In the wolf howl, more than a thousand werewolves appeared in the sight of the Norsd family's clansmen, and almost all the Norsd clansmen gasped in unison - in the previous charge, the werewolves were only a little more than a hundred, which put them in danger, and now ten times the number, can they resist the other party's charge?

Panic, again.

This is an inevitable phenomenon in the face of death, and there is nothing to be ashamed of; And very fortunately, after only experiencing a death veneer dance before, the young people of the Ponosd family obviously have a certain degree of adaptability; So, no matter how frightened they are, these young people have not forgotten what they should do.

Bang, bang, bang......

The firing port in the bunker, tongues of fire erupted from the muzzle of the gun, hot bullet casings burst out, and fell to the ground with a clanging sound, and countless such sounds gathered together, it was like a symphony of unique music - playing the metal and fire between life and death.

Blood splatters burst out on the werewolves, but when one werewolf falls, more werewolves will make up for it; At a distance of less than five hundred yards, the fallen werewolves were very small compared to the werewolves who were able to charge; If the figurative metaphor is a drop in the bucket.

Drink!

Old man Fletcher, spun the trident in his hand, and then slammed it into the ground, and immediately the ground within ten yards in diameter shattered, and then, countless pieces of rubble floated out of thin air and shot straight through it - using gravel as a weapon. No one but children would do that. Even children know that gravel is not reliable most of the time. So, for a certain period of time, the mischievous children had an extra interesting gadget in their hands: the slingshot.

Under the action of that elastic force, a small piece of gravel can also break a piece of glass; Then, at the sound of the master's conscious shouts, the children would scatter with the laughter of the successful prank—old man Fletcher, of course, was past such an age. In fact, as a member of the Northside family, I didn't have the experience of hitting other people's windows when I was a child; However, there are still one or two slingshots that are collectibles.

However, it is clear that the debris that is shot out at this time is definitely not the amount of force that a slingshot can give - if you have to compare it, the power of the battering ram is very apt.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......

Poof, poof, poof......

Unlike the blood splashed by bullets, these seemingly inconspicuous rubbles are left with a piercing wound when they hit the werewolves. And it is after one or two consecutive penetrations, it will crumble apart on the last werewolf; Let the last werewolf of the most. It is also completely incapacitated.

However, compared to the first one or two werewolves who were penetrated, such an injury is already very lucky, with the recovery power of the werewolf, you can go to the battlefield again after a night's rest; And those werewolves who were penetrated, whose chests were the size of bowls, and could clearly see all the wounds behind them, were obviously hopeless - such injuries were serious injuries for most vampires, let alone werewolves.

After all, there are limits to resilience; Not really immortal.

Bang!

Old man Fletcher swung his trident and smashed it on the ground again, and then used his ability to shoot the gravel out, and immediately, another werewolf fell—and the old man Fletcher who shot twice was several times more werewolves than the people of the Norsd family in the Fort combined.

The strength of an individual cannot change the battlefield, it is only because that person's strength is not strong enough.

In Lorante, the existence of the solar class is already an existence that can change the battlefield.

Rubble, bullets, wails, blood......

Mixed with the smell of death, it cycles through the wilderness of this night.

And when Old Man Fletcher was about to repeat his old trick again, a figure that was different from other werewolves came from the battlefield quickly, and the speed was very fast; Those werewolves on the battlefield were like babies crawling when compared to this one; After a few breaths, the figure came to the side of Old Man Fletcher.

A sharp claw was like a big cat in the bushes, and the next moment it came to the waist of Old Man Fletcher—every tip of the claw was the size of a small dagger, and any thing that was scratched, even a stone, had to be crushed, let alone flesh and blood.

If you are scratched, you will die selflessly.

Hey!

In the face of such an attack, Old Man Fletcher let out a sneer, and the trident he had just wielded turned around at a completely unreasonable angle, and the three sharp halberd heads were inserted straight into the opponent's chest - with the length of the trident, it would definitely pierce the opponent before the opponent's claws could catch it.

Creak!

When the trident was about to touch the opponent's chest, another sharp claw blocked it - the outstretched claw, completely ignoring the sharpness of the trident's head, grabbed the middle one with one hand; Then, there was the sound of sharp metal weapons colliding.

Moreover, the sound grew louder and louder, and even sparks splashed in all directions—Old Man Fletcher pushed the trident at the other side, and with such force that the other party had to stretch out his claws to respond, and stomped his feet into the ground; However, in the face of Old Man Fletcher's brutal force, a trench ten yards long was formed.

Laugh at!

This figure, when he felt that the strength on the trident was really not something he could contend with, immediately mustered up all his strength and exerted his strength in the opposite direction, and the whole body retreated sharply; However, the blood flowers floating down in mid-air obviously showed that this kind of retreat was not without a price.

Under the light of the moon, a werewolf with a pair of claws that was far larger than an ordinary werewolf, with a pair of claws and particularly thick claws, fiercely bared its white fangs at the old man Fletcher, and on its chest, a wound that was not deep, but the flesh turned over was clearly presented there.

"Who are you?"

In the mouth of a werewolf. Asked in the form of a lingua franca.

"The Patriarch of the Norsd Family!"

Old man Fletcher reported his family. But he didn't say his name - for the people of the family. The name of the family should be in accordance with etiquette, because it is honor; When asked, they will proudly say it, even if the other person is a dark creature; But their names need to be similar to each other before they can be said, otherwise, it can only be regarded as an insult.

And obviously, for this werewolf. Old man Fletcher does not think that the other party is an existence of the same level as himself; Therefore, as soon as the words fell, the trident in the hands of Old Man Fletcher was slashed from top to bottom, and when the head was shining on his face, although it was not a long knife, but the tip of the halberd that would not be inferior to any long knife was enough to make any existence that was attacked shocked.

This werewolf was no exception, and although its face was obscured by its lush hair, it stood on end. But it already says it all - it can make an animal stand up all its hair. There is only one possibility: if you are facing a great enemy.

Call!

The moment the huge wind pressure was split by the trident, it sounded, and the werewolf subconsciously wanted to move, but a huge pressure came from the outside, making it unable to move at all, recalling the scene before, this old human man manipulated the gravel, and the werewolf immediately knew the reason - the Nosd family, as the de facto ruler of the Bay Area, its family ability is not a secret in the Dark World Realm, but is widely spread by people.

In addition to these dark creatures that have been hidden in the Sea Forest Zone, any existence that fights with the Norsd family will be careful about their family abilities: telekinesis, an ability that can only move and break a spoon at the lower level, but can move the mountain peak at the high level; Of course, using telekinesis to lock the enemy in place is also a common trick.

Yes!

An irrepressible cry came from the mouth of this werewolf, in the case of being unable to move, in the face of such an attack, this werewolf has no other way than to fight hard - even if he has a tough physique, he is still only flesh and blood before he has the ability or crosses the realm of mortals, and in the face of a sharp weapon, especially when this weapon is held in the hands of a solar powerhouse, the result is already doomed.

The two claws were cut off, and the head under the claws, when the other party's screams were not broken, the old man Fletcher pressed down again, and directly split the opponent's body in two; The screams stopped abruptly, leaving only blood and internal organs scattered everywhere.

Having solved the enemy that had been pestering him for a moment, Old Man Fletcher's eyes looked at the battlefield again—although it was only a short period of less than half a minute, the situation on the battlefield had changed dramatically at this moment; Without his stop, in the hail of bullets, the werewolves were not hindered in any way, and had already rushed to the bunker.

Under the impact of the multiplicity of numbers, these bunkers were quickly destroyed as those people of the Nosrid family imagined - the blood belonging to the human side appeared for the first time on this battlefield, and such a appearance, like dominoes, the screams became one after another.

On the other hand, on the werewolf side, stimulated by the tender flesh and blood, the attack became more and more fierce - almost instantly, the number of bunkers in this stronghold was halved; And when the old man Fletcher turned around, he happened to see a member of his own family being dragged out of the bunker by a werewolf, although the young man took out his pistol and continued to shoot, but under the cover of the werewolf's other claw, it did not cause effective damage.

Then, a bloody mouth appeared in front of the young Norsd clansman.

Click!

The sound of flesh and blood parting was faint in the crunch of bones being broken, and the werewolf snatched the young Norsd clansman's head, then stuffed the rest into his mouth and chewed it in gulps—sharp teeth, crushing and swallowing it with bone.

Damn it!

Seeing this scene, the old man Fletcher appeared in front of the werewolf the next moment, and when the other party did not react, he jumped up in the air, grabbed the other party's throat, and then pressed to the ground, pressed the opponent's chest with his knees, and then used his arm force—the werewolf's head was torn off, just as it had done to the young Norsd before.

Throwing the werewolf's head aside, Old Man Fletcher frantically rushed to the place where the werewolves were most dense. The sound of the wind brought by the trident in his hand. It's like a rough wind outside the port of Nasass. The last screams of the clansmen in his ears from time to time made the old man feel emotions that had not appeared for a long time—anger, hatred, and regret, which were mixed in the bottom of his heart, like the bite of a poisonous snake, which made Old Man Fletcher's chest feel stuffy and painful.

Then, the trident's strength became heavier and faster.

Although beforehand. Old man Fletcher had already imagined that such a situation might arise, and thought that he was ready, but when he did, he realized that he was not fully prepared—every cry of his own people made him angry.

And the anger that heaps up will only make people crazy!

Under the trident, wave after wave of werewolves were pierced and cut, and then wave after wave of werewolves rushed up - compared to the man hiding in the bunker. They are clearly more fond of the enemy they face directly on the battlefield; And hunting such beings is more in line with their habits.

Decorate with the head or skin of a strong man. It's not unique to vampires.

In front of Old Man Fletcher, the corpses of the werewolves piled up more and more, almost throwing layer after layer of the surrounding area in a radius of more than twenty yards; Obviously, such a result could not satisfy Old Man Fletcher, and he asked for more corpses!

Only tenfold, hundredfold revenge can calm the anger and madness in his heart.

"Old friend, get out of the way!"

This sudden sound brought back the mind of the old man Fletcher, who was furious in the battle, to normal, and he immediately understood something, and when the trident wheel in his hand was rounded with his waist as a dot, he quickly turned around and forced the surrounding werewolves away.

Then, the whole person withdrew and flew back!

At the moment when Old Man Fletcher retreated, the end of a lengthy incantation suddenly became louder, and some red powder fell from the night sky with such an end, even under the dim moonlight, these powders were incomparably crystal clear, and dancing with the wind, these powders finally fell to the ground, and the werewolf standing on the ground-

Rumble!

The next moment, a violent explosion burst out of the powder, and the tongues of flames flew up more than ten feet high, and those werewolves within the range of the flames were instantly turned into ashes, and this wall of flames, which was a hundred yards long, taught the werewolves in the charge enough lessons - almost more than three hundred werewolves died under the flames in this instant.

And the rest of the werewolves, too, had to restrain their steps under this flame—as werewolves, it is not a secret that they are afraid of flames; In fact, most creatures of darkness, in flames, feel uncomfortable; Especially for some ghosts, fire can cause the most direct damage to them.

"Can't stop them for long! In the next wave, they will choose the most suitable opponent! ”

Standon, who fell from the night sky, looked at the werewolves who stood behind the flames, and couldn't help frowning - if he was given enough time, these werewolves in front of him could be completely wiped out; But it is clear that werewolves are not completely intelligent beasts, and they will be on guard after this experience.

Moreover, from the beast-like gaze of the other party, the other party obviously had a clearer plan - to clean up the trash fish, and then, concentrate manpower on them.

"Cunning beast!"

Old man Fletcher spat at the ground very ungracefully, and then, with a wave of the trident in his hand—obviously, before the flames ended, the old patriarch of the Norsd family was ready to strike first and clean up the werewolves behind the flames; Even if you can't eliminate all of them, you must eliminate as many as you can; After all, without one werewolf, the clansmen behind him would be safer.

As the patriarch, when he enjoys the respect of the clan, he also bears the safety of the clan.

"Wait!"

The old wizard grabbed his friend, his eyes looked to the west, and under the frowning brows, those eyes were as sharp as eagles: "In the direction of the sea forest area, there is more negative energy aura, which is moving towards here, and among them is a solar level existence!" ”

"How many?"

Old man Fletcher was stunned for a moment, and immediately asked.

"There is too much breath of negative energy to be accurately determined; No less than three, though! ”

The old wizard looked at it with his eyes from a special perspective, and replied with a precious color - the reason why they were able to repel each other's two charges in their previous battle could not be because of his two Solar-level existences and his friend; Once the existence of the Solar level also appears in the opposing camp, then their advantage here will no longer exist; Coupled with the number of opponents, it can be said that not only does it not have an advantage, but even the victory has to be surrendered.

"Are these guys going on a general attack?"

With such a self-muttering full of doubts, and for his friend's belief, Old Man Fletcher did not hesitate, he reached into his arms and took out a crystal the size of a little thumb, and then threw it into the air.

Sou!

With the sound of breaking the sky, the crystal flew into the night sky, and after a flash of light, a huge trident phantom was across the night sky, and it could be clearly seen for a hundred miles - Old Man Fletcher and Stendon were not alone, in addition to the surrounding bunker strongholds, a patrol team composed of elites was also around.

PS The first more ~~~

Decadent eating out, coming back a little late to say~~~ (to be continued......)