The one-eyed werewolf Mottley sat cross-legged in his tent, with the wide saber lying horizontally above his knees, the blade sharpened with magic stones, even in the somewhat dim interior of the tent, there was a faint cold light, which was breathtaking.

"Whew~"

"Suck ~"

The sound of long, steady breathing sounded in the tent very rhythmically, and Motley's only intact eye was slightly closed, and his originally hideous expression also took on a bit of calm and peace at this time—

It's coming!

There was an emotion stirring in his heart, like a raging flame, scorching his soul.

The slightly closed eyes seemed to see the night of blood and fire again, the weakness that was broken by a blow, after waking up, the pain and despair of the corpses all over the ground, the initial hatred, and the cringe and timidity born after learning the deeds of that name, all kinds of emotions gathered together, and couldn't help tormenting him, as if he could hear the unwilling wail of his comrades who died in battle, this kind of emotion boiled in his heart, but his body was like a boulder in the torrent, calm and quiet.

Angry, quiet.

The aura of contradiction was at his body at this moment, but it made the will in his heart more and more high-spirited and thick, and the power in his body roared like a torrent, bringing a strong force!

Like a sharp blade sealed in the dust, it is about to be pulled out of the scabbard and slashed a fatal blow!

Stomp, stomp!

The earth began to tremble, and in the water cup on the side table, there were ripples in a circle, and the original heavy aura in this tent suddenly changed, as if the sleeping giant beast opened its eyes and began to move its deadly claws, filled with a persecutive aura, Motley slowly opened his eyes, the blue pupils were clear and quiet, and there was no half violence.

Crash~

Slowly got up, the battle armor leaves on his body rubbed slightly, making a subtle and solemn sound, this body was only seven steps away from the tent, and outside the tent, the power of the human cavalry, as well as the uneasy roar of the wolf, the angry shouts of the werewolf warriors sounded one after another, constituting a noisy music belonging to the battlefield, but Motley's heart was still like a peaceful lake, the panicked shouts of the werewolves, and the explosive shouts of the human knights, turned into the most basic tone, fell into the heart lake, and there was no ripple.

Motley's entire body and mind had been gathered in front of him, as well as on the sword in his hand, and the rest of the world had completely collapsed, and it was annihilated in his world.

Trample~

Trample~

Trample~

Step by step, step by step, the distance taken by each step is the same, and with each step, the breath on the werewolf sage's body will become more oppressive and condensed, as if it is about to erupt from the volcanic lava, and he walked to the door of the tent, and grasped his own horse chopping knife in his hand.

Above the blade, there are gaps, but with his hatred and will, this is his past, and beyond this tent, his future and new life are about to be ushered in!

“…… Chu, Lie ......"

"I want you to taste the pain at the beginning!"

With a low whisper, Mottley suddenly reached out and lifted the tent, and the momentum squeezing all over his body exploded, soaring into the sky, his eyes widened, and he suddenly drew his knife and slashed!

All the enlightenment, all the pain, the unwillingness, the fear!

The werewolf roared incessantly in his heart, and the anger that had been suppressed for more than a year turned into a sound and gushed out of his throat.

"Cut it off!"

Snort -

The brilliant sword rose into the sky, rushing towards the generals at the forefront of the knights, the brilliance of the sword was reflected in the werewolf sage's single eye, he only felt that a shackle that trapped him in his heart broke silently, a kind of rebirth, he forgave himself for daring to move lingered in his heart, making him have a faint sense of warmth, his eyes watched the sharp sword continue to move forward, his eyes were gentle and calm, and there was a hidden water light.

Click-

At this moment, a crisp sound suddenly sounded in his ears, and time in his world seemed to stand still in an instant, and the warm knife light directly broke into countless debris in the click, turning into streamers and passing around, and in that streamer, under the reflection of Motley's suddenly widened eyes, the military general led by him raised his head slightly, and his face reflected in his field of vision, which made his full body of arrogance instantly seem to fall into the cold ice, disappear cleanly, and the blood all over his body was cold-

The facial features are delicate, but they are cold and indifferent, dressed in ink-colored heavy armor, the war horse under the crotch burns green flames, and the ink-colored spear is in hand, just waving it at will, tearing the werewolf warriors in half.

The werewolf sage's heart was beating wildly, and the blood was rushing, but the strength in his body seemed to disappear with it, weak and powerless, as if he had returned to a year ago.

Strangling dreams, crushing ambitions, a nightmare figure between blood and fire!

"Chu ...... Clear...... Violent?! ”

"There is a werewolf sage, Ernest, who will strangle all the werewolves, and leave not one behind."

The indifferent voice sounded, and then there was no hesitation in response, like a thunderous sound of horses' hooves, the human knights scattered into a sharp knife, straight into the fleeing werewolf elite, wanton cutting and smashing, the previous plan of the emaciated werewolf forehead wound oozing blood, watching the warriors under his command being strangled by the knights, his eyes were red, and suddenly saw the werewolf sage who was frozen in place, a wave of anger slammed from the depths of his heart, and shouted angrily:

"Motley!"

"What the fuck are you doing!"

A war knife collided with a human knight's knight's spear and a handful of sparks, and the werewolf leader stumbled to see the lost Motley roaring: "Swing the knife to Lao Tzu!" You are a Sage! ”

"The hope of the race is not that you bullshit and coercion!"

"Dead and ......"

Snort -

Two cold lights broke through the air at the same time, and behind the human knight who was bounced off the spear, the two knights drew their knight swords and staggered them through his neck, two hideous sword marks intertwined, blood gurgled out, the werewolf leader's eyes were dazed, shook slightly, and fell directly to the ground with a bang, scarlet blood flowed out, staining the ground red.

“…… I, I ......"

The sound of the werewolf leader falling into a pool of blood was weak, but Motley's body trembled suddenly like thunder, and a touch of clarity appeared in the fear in his eyes, and his hand was on the horse chopping knife, anger, fear, self-loathing, all kinds of emotions boiled in his heart, and finally turned into a roar: "Lao Tzu is also a sage, who is afraid of whom!" ”

Trample!

Suddenly stepped out, and at the same time that a crack burst out of the earth, Motley's one-eyed eyes widened, which were full of bloodshots, brandishing his war knife and slashing towards Chu Lie's vital point, Chu Lie's expression was indifferent, and the knight's spear in his hand directly turned into a black afterimage, and stabbed forward suddenly, and in the explosion, waves of air burst out, and Motley's pupils suddenly contracted-

In front of him, the chopping sword, which had been swung with almost all his courage and strength, froze in place, and the sharp edge of a knight's spear was precisely on the blade.

"Actually...... It turned out to be ......"

Click~

A small sound sounded, and a crack burst out on the blade of the already somewhat broken horse chopping knife, and the next moment, Chu Lie's wrist with an indifferent expression shook, and the knight's spear shook off Motley's war knife like a poisonous dragon, and the spear was like a tooth, stabbing towards its neck, Motley's expression changed greatly, and he retreated again and again, but at this moment, Chu Lie had already taken advantage of the situation to fly off his horse, and his feet stepped on the ground, and the angle of the spear and spear changed, picking it into his armpit, and suddenly exerting force, picking this obviously uncertain werewolf sage to stagger, and his body turned electrically, In one step, he stepped behind Motley, and with a hissing of the inky spear, he lifted it directly under Motley's waist.

Rumble!

The air wave burst out, Motley's body was directly provoked in an exclamation, Chu Lie's wrist shook, the spear spun around and hit the ground heavily, his left hand stretched out, pointing directly at Motley in the sky, his face was delicate, and his expression was indifferent.

Werewolf ......

I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing lately?

Take this gift for me!

There was a flash of color in the eyes, hope, killing, obsession, all kinds of sword intent turned into various colors of sword qi, and shot out at a very fast speed, in a short period of time, it tore out a series of hideous wounds on the body of the one-eyed werewolf who was thrown more than twenty meters in the air, and the blood couldn't help but flow out and drip to the ground.

However, the most terrifying thing was far from these bloody wounds - the crazy roar of the beast, the charge of the knight, the fierce battlefield, all kinds of visions kept appearing in Motley's mind, making his eyes fall into the cycle of sobriety and confusion, and even when he was awake, there was no silence or coldness in those eyes, only full of despair and fear.

Crash~

At the same time, Chu Lie's hand was on the hilt of the sword behind his back, his eyes were slightly closed, his arrogance was entangled in reality, and in a dull roar like thunder, a huge blood-colored beast stepped on an arrogant pace, breaking through the gap between illusion and reality, and emerged behind Chu Lie, five meters tall, covered with crystal clear scale armor like blood jade, and his eyes were like copper bells, which seemed to be a lion, but he was more arrogant and domineering than a lion, looking at the fallen werewolf sage, with a look of squint.

Click-

The Dawn Holy Sword slowly pulled out an inch, wisps of blood-colored brilliance entangled on it, on the originally cold sword spine, the lines of a tiger emerged, the sword body seemed to become thicker in an instant, and in the low and solemn sword groan, the breath of the unicorn suddenly became more domineering and sharp, pressing the claws to look at Motley, and in the eyes, a hidden murderous aura emerged.

Recite~

In the afterglow of the last sword roar, the Dawn Holy Sword was all pulled out, the wrist turned at will, the long sword blade pointed obliquely at the earth, and the next moment, Chu Lie's body suddenly accelerated, turning into a phantom and going against the trend, and the unicorn behind him roared, and suddenly fit and pounced, and the sword blade was cut down in an instant, and in the shocked eyes of all the knights, they only saw the giant beast that seemed to come out of the myth in the roar, and suddenly swallowed the sage of the werewolf clan, and then landed, it was a thunderous roar.

Its momentum is earth-shattering, and its demeanor is arrogant and contemptible!

Like a king who responds to a provocation, with iron and fire, with blood and sword!

Snort -

In the dead silence, only a low and steady sword roar sounded, and the Dawn Holy Sword was slowly withdrawn by Chu Lie from its scabbard, holding a head in his left hand, and he stepped back, with one-eyed fangs on the skull, which looked hideous and terrifying, but there was only fear and horror in that one-eye.

Quiver!

Holding the spear in his right hand, he plunged it into the ground, the spear was cold, reflecting the cold light under the sun, Chu Lie's hand shook, and directly inserted Motley's dead head into the spear.

A moment later, the knights left in the direction of the town of Klan with the rescued Terran captives and supplies for the werewolf camp, and in the blood-filled werewolf camp, a spear whistled softly in the wind, and above the spear, the head of the werewolf saint was staring at the area occupied by the werewolves, with death, with pain, with boundless fear......

………………………………………………………………

And at the same time, the werewolf hinterland.

"The conflict with the undead clan is suppressed for the time being, and by the way, the conflict point can be directed to the regional border occupied by the blood clan."

A silver-haired werewolf with high eyebrows and bright eyes sat on the seat, holding a quill pen in his hand and writing something on the paper, during which there was almost no hesitation, and in the facial movements, there was only atmosphere and full confidence, and at the bottom were several werewolves, all looking at the young patriarch who had fallen into his own world with great respect.

At the time of this contemplation, no one dared to disturb, and the person who dared to disturb had already paid for his sins with his own life, and because of this, the camp was now so quiet that only the sound of breathing sounded, and the sound of breathing was also extremely weak, obviously in the barracks, but it created a certain atmosphere of the library of the kingdom and the capital.

Quiet and addictive.

Roar Roar Roar!!

But at this moment, in the distance of the sky, there was a faint roar of some kind of strange beast, even if there was only a faint trace of voice, but the will contained in it was clearly captured by all the werewolves in this camp.

Arrogant and contemptive, full of domineering iron-blooded killing!

Click-

The quill in the silver-haired werewolf's hand cracked with a soft sound, and the ink splattered out, leaving little by little extremely ugly marks on the clean and tidy paper, which made the hearts of the werewolves present pause, and their whole bodies tensed up because of faint fear, but the silver-haired werewolf did not have the slightest trace of rage, and his eyes were raised, like two bright moons, looking into the distance.

After a long time, he sighed leisurely.

"Lion's roar...... I didn't expect to guess wrong one day......"

"Chu Lie."

That night, the various races, either spies, or magical equipment, or intentionally or unintentionally, presented the roar that devoured the sage's terrifying giant beast phantom to the hands of the high-ranking of various races in various ways, among the ruins of the werewolf race, hanging high in the wind, the head of the sage who died without blinking, with a look of fear and horror, announcing the return of a person with a very shocking attitude.

Terran, Chu Lie!

After a year of silence, with the death of a saint on the spot, he stepped onto the world stage!

PS: In the previous breakout battle, Chu Lie once issued a lion's roar, which has discernment, and the nearest gathering point of the human race is Chu Lie's Crane Town, so it is not difficult to speculate that the above.