Some werewolves who wanted to destroy this large [Fire Tongue Totem] were immediately besieged by dozens of human warriors who charged up from around.

The werewolves outside the camp were still too busy to take care of themselves at this time, so how could they have time to rescue their fellow clansmen inside.

However, the human merchants inside have not been wiped out, and a more ruthless group of human warriors and spellcasters have come outside, and the werewolves naturally have to deal with it immediately.

In fact, although they are divided into two parts, inside and outside.

But werewolves can also rely on the wagon barrier behind them, which also prevents humans from besieging them on all sides.

Grigor's temples were like being beaten with a club, his brain twitched and his soul twitched, and his soul felt like waves rushing over him, like his werewolf god, the god Nagoth Aru, warning him: "Fool!

But.

He couldn't just give up the elite werewolf warriors of his clan, and if he fled back, his prestige as a shaman would be over.

And if there are only most of the old and weak women and children left in the tribe, their strength will also collapse, after all, they are not a big werewolf clan.

It is a small tribe that has been squeezed out by other members of the wolf wasteland because of famine.

"This is a despicable trap of human beings~!!!

It roared in a moment of rage, and then pulled out a large-toothed mace from its waist.

Fear and anger burn within Grigor, but it also gives him a cruel and cunning will to fight!

In fact, none of the shamans are mere spellcasters.

Because most of their spells are very primitive and crude, and there is no complete system of spell theory to support, they mostly rely on the gifts of gods or totems to comprehend from nature, and then infuse and teach them a few sporadic spells, or they usually rely on observing nature and slowly comprehend them.

And spells that can flexibly cope with various scenes are often insufficient.

This leads to the fact that every shaman has to be used as a half warrior when he is close, and some racial shamans who are born with a strong physique are even directly part-time half of the barbarian warriors, and they are not afraid of fighting with people in close combat.

"The Most Holy Nagothic Aru!"

I saw Grigor chanting the name of God!

An invisible magical force quickly sifted through the field.

A trace of blood light appeared in the wounds of everyone around, and even the blood splattered to the ground, and countless blood lights converged on the werewolf old shaman's body, and immediately seemed to have obtained the blessing of the [Transformation Giant Technique] spell, directly increasing the size of one level.

He swung his mace and rushed over to stop the large boulder golems that were rampaging through the werewolf ranks.

There was a loud bang, and the stick smashed into an opponent who was about the same size as him.

Suddenly, a stone chip splattered, and an extra pit appeared on the boulder golem's body, but the puppet's clumsy form did not catch the corner of the cunning enemy's clothes.

These elemental creatures are inherently at the expense of dodging in small areas, but fortunately they work well for frontal charges.

Chen Xuyuan frowned tightly, but he did not damage his magic weapon, and made a slight expression of hesitation and pain.

Ignoring the gradual increase in the fine cracks on the magic weapon, he continued to command the soldiers to surround and drive the werewolves back to the circle of the truck, and at the same time divided his spiritual power to command the boulder puppets to break through the werewolves, successfully disrupting the opponent's formation.

This led to a dozen or so soldiers forming a two-row sword and shield formation, successfully forcing back the werewolves who were trying to break through, and advancing to the gap to block it.

In fact, not only did the werewolves want to rush out, but even the people in the caravan didn't want to fight with these werewolves trapped in the camp encirclement.

It's just that two or three cowardly caravan guys accidentally approached the werewolf shaman and the giant stone puppet warband, and saw the skull necklace on Grigor's chest flashed with evil light, spewing out a cloud of shadow energy and turning into a shadow insect swarm like black smoke, which directly enveloped those humans.

There was a faint whimper and the sound of insects gnawing inside, and when the swarm of insects turned into black smoke again, several caravan mates had fallen to the ground with black faces.

Grigor smirked.

He slowly muttered a prayer in his mouth, but in his heart he urgently called for the gift of the god Gothic Aru.

His consciousness quickly "connected" to the divine junction in the depths of his soul, praising the supreme power of the god Nagothic Aru, begging it to inflict the most brutal slaughter on the lowly mortals.

In a flash.

Signals of God's joy surged from the depths of the soul.

The evil aura emanated from it like a raging flame.

The gift of God manifested in the void, and a blood-glowing dark shadow flame ignited from the spike-toothed rod in its hand, not only enveloping its arm, but also extending directly to the tip of the weapon, forming a strange flaming hook like a giant wolf claw.

The black flame was not pure flames, not only did it have crimson electric snakes flowing and flashing through the flames, but it also crackled in the scorching air.

Among them, there is a strange coercion, forcing people to involuntarily want to kneel down and surrender - it feels like a herbivore encountering carnivorous predators such as tigers, leopards, bears and lions, and a great horror and fear cannot help but be born in their hearts.

"Is this the breath of the gods?"

Chen Xuyuan stood not far away and looked at the red electric black flame.

He muttered to himself, "How on earth did it pass from the gods of the different planes, and how did it combine with its own magical powers? Why does energy take on such a stable physical nature? Maybe there is some unique law that I don't know about acting on the attachment of magical powers?"

......

But the evil flames were making an astonishing explosion.

It hissed and scorched the air, delighted by the sight of a terrible splattering of flesh!

In an instant, Grigor swung it with lightning power, slashing at the thick boulder golem.

The humanoid puppet made of rocks also "rumbled" and charged in a low voice, and a large gray stone hand hammered up.

"Dang!"

After the dull sound of wood and stone knocking, the werewolf shaman was temporarily forced back by the heavy tonnage of the stone golem, and the impact brought by it was temporarily forced back by two steps.

But on the fist of the stone puppet, where it was cut by the evil flame, several strange black flames ignited, and Chen Xuyuan could feel that the rune stone that made up the stone fist contained in it was rapidly decreasing, and if it continued like this, it would soon be completely damaged.

Just as Grigor was preparing to continue the pursuit.

An alarm flashed in its mind.

Immediately turned his head and saw a flash of lightning flying out of the corner of his eye, and hurriedly blocked it with the evil flame wolf claw, and the black flame electric light energy splashed like hot gold water and iron juice, but it also made the evil flame be scattered a little, and the length of the flame claw was significantly reduced.

Wait for lightning arrows to block the opponent's attack.

Chen Xuyuan hurriedly asked the boulder puppet to retreat a certain distance, and used mana to mobilize the power of the earth spirit to wrap a layer of petrified energy around the stone spirit's arm, and only then did he annihilate the tarsal evil flame that burned mana on it.

However, Grigor did not attack immediately, because Chen Xuyuan had already approached him within 20 meters of him at some point.

For the masters, raiding across this distance is only a matter of moments.

I saw that the strange gun stick in his hand gradually elongated, the gun stick seemed to be a stick not a stick, like a gun not a gun, not only as thick as the mouth of a cup, but also tattooed with mysterious lines similar to the one on the totem of the tongue of fire, and the two ends of the stick were also inlaid with a conical steel cone, which should be used to enhance the lethality of the stab.

Grigor knew that the hateful spellcaster on the other side should be the leader of the battle, and that killing him would demoralize the enemy and give him a chance to escape safely.

His vicious wolf mouth roared against the howling cold wind: "Take the gift of the god Gothic Aru!"

He rushed to the group of soldiers who stood between the two sides.

......

The other side of the man-wolf battlefield.

There is a female werewolf who is slightly thinner than the other werewolves.

She danced quickly, and in her hand was a rare pair of strange weapons-dual-wielding three-edged steel claws, there are not many human assassins who can use this thing well, I really don't know where this female werewolf came from.