One by one, the members of the Flange Immortal Team stood in front of the wolves they had chosen in an orderly manner.

Yang Pan looked at this scene, and secretly said in his heart that fortunately, there were quite a few half-orc wolf cavalry chasing them, otherwise these wolves might not be enough for his group of summons.

A few minutes ago, the two sides were still undying enemies, but now those fierce and cruel wolves are like tamed domestic dogs, enduring the wounds and pain on their bodies and obediently lying at the feet of the previous enemy.

Once all the Flange Immortals had taken their feet in front of the wolf, they began their 'ritual'.

The wide flange sword was directly inserted to the side, and the gauntlet of the left arm was removed, and the claw blade of his right hand took up the claw blade and cut a huge wound on the bare left wrist, and suddenly a dark red blood emitting a black mist gushed out of the wound.

After slashing his arm, all the flange immortal squads moved in unison without the slightest pause, and the claw blade stained with their own blood in their hands simply wiped the neck of the wolf in front of them, and suddenly thirty-three streams of bright red wolf blood sprayed on the ground.

After slicing the wolf's neck with a swing of the knife, the members of the Flange Undead retracted their claw blades, quickly pressed their right hand down on the wolf's twitching skull, and then pressed the bleeding wound of their left arm to the wolf's neck that had been cut open by the claw blade.

After the blood of the two sides touched together, all the flange immortals began to whisper a special phrase that Yang Pan did not understand.

With the chanting of the Farlan Immortals, the black mist emitted from their blood continued to stretch along the intersection of their blood.

After about ten minutes, the chanting of the Flange Immortals gradually slowed down, and the wolves in front of them were now completely shrouded in black mist, and from the outside they looked like large black cocoons.

When the chanting had completely stopped, the Flange Immortals pulled their hands from the top of the 'Black Cocoon', then put on their gauntlets again, stood up and picked up the large sword and claw blade that had been placed aside, and stared at the Black Cocoon in front of them.

Seeing this, Yang Pan also roughly guessed what the flange immortal team he summoned was going to do.

To put it bluntly, the same purpose as when he grabbed the iron head, that is, he didn't want to run, he just wanted to grab a mount to travel.

As for why he didn't use other mounts, he had to engage in these half-orc wolves, Yang Pan didn't know.

Maybe it's because these guys are good at this, maybe it's because these guys have a fate with wolves, it's hard to say, and the real reason is probably only known to them.

And even if Yang Pan asked, those dumb and stuffy gourds might not be able to express it.

And just when Yang Pan and the Flange Immortal Team were waiting for the wolves in the 'black cocoon' to break out of their cocoons, there were suddenly several horses' hooves in the distance.

Yang Pan looked for prestige and found a group of heavily armed 'Long Ears' in the distance riding war horses rushing towards their location.

Looking at the group of menacing long ears, Yang Pan muttered to himself, "Elves? I don't know if there will be a fight later. ”

Yang Pan pressed the certificate of the Swift Dragon Leader on his chest with one hand, communicated with the four Swiftloon Leaders through this equipment, and gave them an order to gather the clan, as for the Flange Immortal Squad, let them wait for the wolf there.

After receiving Yang Pan's order, the four Speed Dragon Kings immediately raised their heads and let out a series of very sharp roars.

The little dragon that was wandering around immediately gathered together after receiving the call of the leader, forming a four-color army of speed dragons.

After the speed dragons had gathered, the group of long-eared elves had already arrived less than a hundred meters away from Yang Pan.

Seeing that these elves had no intention of slowing down, Yang Pan took a few quick steps forward, mobilized the energy in his body, and launched the skill 'Earthquake' and stepped on the ground.

As the Crypt Lord's hideous and terrifying phantom rose from behind Yang Pan, a vibration that was not strong was transmitted from under his feet.

Because Yang Pan simply wanted to use the 'Earthquake' skill to create the characteristics of the ground thorn this time, the vibration effect of the skill was greatly weakened under his deliberate control.

And after the skill 'Earthquake' vibration was transmitted out, on the periphery of Yang Pan and the summons, huge and sharp rocky ground thorns grew rapidly from the ground in a special posture of 30-60 degrees forward.

After the effect of the earthquake skill was over, a circle of 'ground thorn stumps' appeared around Yang Pan and them to protect them.

As the phantom of the Crypt Lord slowly dissipated, Yang Pan reached out and wiped the sweat from his head.

If it was just a simple release of an 'earthquake' skill, it would not be too much of a drain for Yang Pan, but this skill release was obviously not simple.

In order to make the effect of the earthquake not hurt his own summoned units, and let these ground spines created by the skill effect form form of the ground spurs that protect them, Yang Pan can be said to have consumed a lot of energy.

In addition, in order not to arouse the hostility of these elves while establishing his authority, Yang Pan also deliberately concealed the death energy attached to the ground thorn, which made it even more difficult for him to create a ground stab to resist the horse stake.

But fortunately, although the difficulty of installing 13 this time was a bit great, and it almost overturned, the effect achieved was not bad.

After the group of long-eared elves saw the ground thorn stake made by Yang Pan 'with his feet', they immediately pulled the horses and stopped at the periphery of the horse rejecting stake.

Yang Pan saw the group of long-eared elves outside the horse stake having a brief exchange outside, and then a guy who looked like a leader got off his horse and walked towards them.

The dismounted male elf strolled to the front of Yang Pan's stabbing stake, and was unmoved by the group of speed dragons in the stake, and shouted loudly, "On behalf of Rivendell, I ask to meet your leader. ”

"They can't understand you, long ears." Yang Pan separated the group of speed dragons and came to the horse rejection pile, looked down at the elf in front of him and said, "However, they are all under my control, you can tell me if you have something." ”

Looking at Yang Pan, who appeared in front of him full of wildness, the elf took a step back slightly.

Although this male elf is one meter nine tall, in front of Yang Pan, who has deliberately adjusted his body shape, he has just reached Yang Pan's chest, and this contrast also makes the elf who has always thought he tall a little uncomfortable.

After taking a step back, the elf spoke, "You should be human, where are you from, why did you invade Rivendell's territory, you..."

Seeing that the elf Balabala in front of him said nonsense, Yang Pan plucked his ears very impatiently.

Just as Yang Pan was about to say something and interrupt the long-eared words in front of him, a few wolf howls suddenly came from behind him.

Listening to the sudden wolf howl, Yang Pan's face was slightly happy, while the male elf opposite him was pale.

"The howl of a wolf." The male elf suddenly pulled out a gorgeous long knife full of elf style from his waist and pointed it at Yang Pan, and asked sharply, "What do you have to do with half-orcs, why do you have half-orc wolves." ”

As the elves who were communicating with Yang Pan suddenly pulled out their long knives, the other elves who were watching from the rear also raised their weapons, and the group of speed dragons under Yang Pan also showed their fangs and claws.

The whole scene was filled with the smell of gunpowder in an instant.

"Humph!"

Yang Pan snorted disdainfully, and with a wave of Belwack in his hand, the long knife in the elf's hand was directly knocked out.

Looking at the staggering elves in front of him, Yang Pan chuckled and said, "The elves with long ears are not necessarily the elves, but also the goblins." ”

Listening to Yang Pan's words, the elf who was knocked away covered his hands and said angrily, "You are insulting us." ”

As these words rang out, the elven troops raised their spears and drew their bows and arrows, and would attack them as soon as the situation did not exist.

And Yang Pan didn't seem to see the elves' movements, and still said to himself, "The one who can also tame the wolf is not necessarily a half-orc." ”

As soon as Yang Pan's words fell, the side of the Speeddragon group parted a path from the automatic, and thirty-three Farlan Immortals riding wolves walked out of it.

Although the wolves under the Flange Immortals were taken from the hands of the orcs, the state of these wolves at this time has changed drastically from before.

In the hands of the orcs, these wolves are a pack of dirty, ugly, drooling, wild beasts.

And now under the seat of the Flange Immortals, they are immediately transformed into a group of excellent mounts in light armor and strict discipline.

The contrast is almost hard to believe that not so long ago, these two wolves, which had no resemblance to each other other than their physical size, could have been the same creature.

After Yang Pan's wolf knight appeared, those elves who were ready to attack were also a little surprised and hesitant, obviously they had never seen such a disciplined wolf, and they had also never seen a human knight who could control a wolf.

Seeing that the situation was almost over, Yang Pan waved his hand, and there was an immediate surge in the group of speed dragons, and then dozens of corpses of half-orcs were thrown out and thrown in the center of the battlefield.

The elves looked at the corpse of the half-orc who was thrown out, and the hands that clenched the weapon loosened a little, and the elf who was beaten away by Yang Pan glanced at the corpse of the half-orc, and then set his eyes on Yang Pan.

Although the elf looked at Yang Pan, he didn't take the initiative to ask, obviously waiting for Yang Pan's explanation.

As a person who prefers to reason with his fists, Yang Pan is generally reluctant to explain too much to others.

But now his mission target Thorin and his party are in the hometown of this group of long-eared people in Rivendell, and he still needs the long-eared group in front of him to bring him in.

Although Yang Pan also thought about breaking into Rivendell, this was just thinking about it, after all, there were several big bosses in Rivendell at this time that he was completely unsure of killing, the elf queen Galadriel and the white-robed wizard Saruman.