Then.

Next to the caravan camp.

There were already more than a dozen creeping shadows approaching.

These strange shadows were like wriggling creatures, and they were like a thin cloth "covered" on the monsters, making them completely blurred into a dark fog in the dark night.

The closest figure had already touched the vicinity.

A man on the night vigil was leaning against the wagon behind him, leaning on his spear, shrieving and dozing.

A tall black figure as tall as a black bear stood beside him.

It was the slight sound it had just made that made Higrid faintly notice.

Although she found this with the afterglow of her laying, she was not prepared to warn at all, but there was a strange excitement and pleasure in her heart.

Kill!

Kill!

It's better to kill all these creatures, because the slave traders are all beasts in human skin, so let's think they kill each other!

Until a foul-smelling wind blew above the heads of the outer guards.

Only then did he sluggishly make a probing movement to look back, but the next moment was a terrible scream.

"Ah~!"

"Ahhh!!h

Several terrifying claw marks appeared on the face and neck of the night watchman, and even his eyeballs were scratched out, and a string of blood splattered on the ground.

From the time he screamed to the time he fell to the ground and died, it was less than half a breath.

It's like the invisible charge of the "ghost" army.

All the sneaking werewolves immediately stopped hiding their bodies and movements, but jumped into the shed van one after another, jumped over the obstacles, and pounced on the "two-legged sheep" who had just rushed out of the tent.

These werewolves are tall, mostly between 1.8 and 2.3 meters.

Although it is only a natural claw that is wielding, it is still strong against the guys who are not very trained.

The vigorous bodies of the werewolves jumped back and forth in the panicked crowd, pointing east and west like martial arts masters, repeatedly disturbing the caravan guys who wanted to report and defend.

These people had just gotten out of their warm beds, and many of them were not even dressed in leather armor.

In this harsh night breeze.

The caravan guys endured the cold wind and bone-chilling temperature, and with only a desperate brute force to support, they were soon scratched and killed by werewolves.

Fortunately, it is not enough.

The caravan owner, who lived in a thick blanket of felt, also brandished a scimitar that flashed blue magic and filled the warband.

Just a little bit of a bogus.

"Wow!"

He found an opportunity to chop off a bloody wolf's claw.

So, it immediately boosted the morale of everyone.

This caravan leader who looked inconspicuous and thin old man was actually a hidden fifth-order warrior.

It's just that now Giles is old, or when he was young, he used to be an old mercenary who traveled from south to north.

When I was young, I listened to the heroic epics sung by the bards, went out with a few dreaming companions, and fought for life and death on the battlefield.

The less fortunate companions of others end up with nothing more than a handful of loess.

In the end, with the little money he saved when he was young, he returned to his hometown and brought out a small caravan, which can be regarded as a bit of a taste.

However, it is much better than those outcasts who were swept away by the lord, not only are the corpses in the wilderness, but even the bones have been gnawed away by wild dogs.

This is an uneven world~

I saw Giles smash into the right side majestically, save the guy who had both weapons knocked off the ground, and looked back and raised the witchcraft gem ring on the index finger of his left hand, which was a first-order [Fireball Technique].

A ball of flame the size of a skull slammed directly into the front door of a werewolf warrior, exploding a burst of red flames.

It let out a miserable howl on the spot and fell back to the ground.

The scorching flames that were still burning in his face were still slapping with the wolf's claws.

The caravan guys who didn't die had already run out to form a formation against the enemy, and the dense queue made it difficult for the werewolves to overwhelm them for a while.

After all, they knew that werewolves were intelligent barbarians.

They are not beasts that will leave when they are full, and as long as they can't resist it, even if they surrender, the eight CDs will be dragged back to dry and made into bacon for the winter.

But Rao was Jales and his lieutenant Mahinda who fought hard, and five human corpses were already lying on the ground, paying the price for their vigil negligence.

......

Just outside the battlefield, there were actually two groups of people hiding behind the side of the Giles camp.

One of them was another dozen or so elite werewolves with more bulky muscles, most of these werewolves were wearing hard leather armor with thick ropes, and they were clustered together with an old werewolf with gray hair, observing the battle situation not far away.

The old werewolf wore a string of white bone skulls and a necklace made of bone beads and colored stones around his neck, and his eyes reflected the light of the campfire in the camp, reflecting a cunning and cautious light from time to time.

He's the wise old werewolf shaman Grigor!

He is the cunning Grigor, the vicious Grigor, and the cautious Grigor!

Sneak attacks are never the more people the better, so he sent some ordinary people to sneak attack and disrupt the enemy, testing the opponent's ability to resist, if these humans only have this ability to resist, then the next destruction is a foregone conclusion.

I saw Grigor with the pious look of a divine stick, raising the ironwood staff in his obvious hand and waving it.

A stream of red spell fluorescence swayed into the air like dust, and the bloodthirsty eyes of the enveloped werewolf, which were already bloodshot, directly turned into scarlet, and the thick breath was as heavy as pulling a bellows, exhaling a white mist.

"Thank God for the food we have given, for the great god Nagothic Aru!~"

"Woo~Woo~Woo~!!"

With the low roar of the old werewolf, a group of werewolves roared like a drag racer on the highway, and strode and charged.

Although there were only a dozen or so people, they emitted an aura like a small group of cavalry running.

Even in the midst of the fierce fighting, Giles immediately took two steps back in shock, retracting his men's line of stalemate and scorching fighting.

When he turned his head to look out of the camp behind him, Giles shuddered at this sight, and he was almost shaken to the ground by the enchanted scimitar in his hand, and he let out a slight hoarse moan!

Miserable! Bitter!

There are even a dozen elite werewolf warriors outflanking me from behind!Could it be that the great goddess of wealth, Pruto, dislikes me for not being pious enough, or worships too little, and no longer favors me?!!

......

Just a hundred meters to the right of the werewolf shaman, on this mound covered by bushes, there are still a few people crawling!

It was Chen Shaman and the others who had been following the caravan for several days.

More than two hundred meters behind them.

Behind a leeward hill, the ground was cracked by a huge magical force half a meter wide, but a group of soldiers who seemed to be crowded in this pit to keep warm had already walked cautiously over with their waists bent.

The group wore a pair of standard studded armor and ear-covering hard leather helmets, and even the leading Fidelitas knight wore only a half-length armor and knight's skirt crotch guard on his upper body in order to facilitate his movement in the jungle.

After all, even the regular army of the Kaom Kingdom, only knights and officers had the money to equip a full set of full-body iron armor on the ground.

The small nobles in the neighborhood didn't have the money and the heart to equip the entire guard with a full set of iron armor.

This is a world where human life is not valuable.

Ordinary cannon fodder soldiers, if they die, they will be given a pension at most, and then they will be recruited.

But it's because of the weakness of the soldiers in the territory.

As a result, the bandits of various ethnic groups in the noble territories became more and more rampant, and they could not be completely eliminated, so they could only be driven out of the country regularly.