Many things in the world, the more depressed, the more intense and powerful the power when it erupted, after the blood-covered Hobson slashed the last werewolf warrior who roared to go back in half with a knife, the huge werewolf camp finally returned to a dead silence again, the strong werewolf general crawled at the feet of a blood-stained corpse, and the rich smell of blood rose to the sky, this is the military camp?

But it's more like a battlefield.

In the dead silence, only heavy wheezing sounded from time to time, and the already calm atmosphere became more depressing, Hobson raised his head slightly, his already reddened eyes swept coldly over the faces of every werewolf warrior, his voice was hoarse like sand rubbing, and he slowly spoke: "Your head, put it on your neck for the time being, and next time, it will not be as simple as death......

"Remember it for Lao Tzu!"

Crash~

Flicking the blood-stained cloak behind his back, the blood-stained werewolf general turned around and left in stride, and at the moment of turning, there was a touch of coldness on the rough face, just like the war knife that was still tightly held in the palm of his hand, with a bloody breath, after he left, on the messy battlefield, the werewolf warriors also dragged their embarrassed bodies, dragging the scars cut out by their comrades and the knives cut off from their comrades, leaving tiredly and returning to their posts.

Dette Steeltooth carried his spear back to the high platform of the camp, leaning against the railing of the high platform, only to feel the cold feeling of the metal straight to the bottom of his heart—

He's also a warrior of the Steel Fangs!

His good brother was much braver than him, and became the general's personal soldiers, and they thought about how they would be admired when they returned to the tribe after this battle, and how they would proudly make those 'enemies' who had looked down on them kneel on the ground and confess their mistakes...... But now, everything was gone, and when his brother cried out that sentence with blood and tears in his eyes, he only felt his brain dazed, and by the time he reacted, he had already seen a werewolf warrior of the law enforcement team smirk and waved a steel knife at him.

Yes, he also has the surname Steeltooth.

He used to be proud of it, he used to fight for it proudly, but now it became the best reason for the law enforcement team to swing a knife at him.

"Tribe...... ...... kids"

The wind howled, the sky gradually dimmed, and it returned to the blood-soaked dusk, and Delt, who was leaning on the railing of the high platform, closed his eyes in pain, his voice whimpered, and his powerful palms trembled slightly—

As one of the strongest warriors of the tribe, he did not have the courage to face the angry generals like his brothers, nor did he have the decisive bloodiness to wield a sword to the death for the tribe, werewolves are the proudest race, how could those truly bloody warriors hang their proud heads because of killing?

No, it won't.

Those who dare to roar at the general are long dead, leaving only cowards, and no matter what the reason, cowards are cowards!

Crunch –

The palm of his hand grasped the spear in his palm, Delt's eyes were red, and the slightest moisture blurred his vision, and everything he saw seemed to become hazy, and then in this haze he seemed to see the scene that must have been a ruin—

The poor but peaceful tribe, the curling smoke, the laughing children, the immature and crisp voice humming the melodious tune, I don't know if it was because of too much longing, the rhythm seemed to drill out of the picture in his memory, and sounded clearly in his ears, the rhythm was rough but tactful, with sorrow and wishes, so that his eyes suddenly widened, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

He didn't care where the cappella came from, whether it was a hallucination or a reality, his heart throbbed uncontrollably, and the once heroic werewolf warrior had burst into tears, his lips slightly open, and his hoarse voice whispered to the song that came down the wind.

At first, this voice was only echoed by his low voice, but gradually, the desolate low chant sounded in every corner of the barracks as if it would be contagious, and the faint humming in the wind at first had disappeared, but no one cared about this anymore, and the incomparable grief and sorrow hit the hearts of these werewolf warriors who had left their hometowns, and what war spirit and killing intent were slowly smoothed by this soft country sound, but this soothing music brought a softer and more lasting sadness.

And in the distance, dozens of Terran warriors who sang in unison ignored their hoarse throats, but their eyes lit up, and one by one they touched their palms to the hilt of the war knife at their waists, and one of the generals at the head listened to the faintly sad chant, their eyes were red, and the corners of their mouths provoked a bloody arc.

Click~

A spar in his hand was directly crushed, and the message representing the killing turned into a magic fluctuation, which swept by extremely quickly.

………………………………………………………

And at the same time, among the werewolf barracks, the general's barracks.

"You immediately bring seven centaurs and come here as fast as you can!" Hobson sat on the big chair, holding a rune stone emitting a faint blue light in his palm, and was shouting in a low voice: "City? Leave it alone! Thirty percent of the troops are enough to hold it, if it is said that thirty percent of the troops can't prevent a bunch of bedbugs, those generals can die for me! ”

"Come here right now! Drop the weight and heavy armor and come as fast as you can! ”

“…… Be! Your Excellency, General! ”

After hearing the answer of the guard on the other side, Hobson casually threw the rune stone on the table, above the hideous wolf head, his eyes exuded a faint coldness, mixed with violent murderous intent, even more shocking-

So, it's time for you to come out.

Terran General......

For more than a month, the defense of the Terran generals has been as solid as an iron wall, difficult to overcome, as the general of the werewolf clan, it was his mistake not to be able to point directly at the interior, and he needed a reason to let the Terran defenders on the opposite side take the initiative to open this situation.

And the mutiny of the werewolf barracks is the best reason...... Although today's mutiny was an unexpected event, it was boldly exploited by him, otherwise there would be no need for him to make such a big fuss.

The werewolf warriors who died during the mutiny, and the smell of blood, would be the best bait for the Terrans!

Faced with such a good opportunity, he didn't believe that the general on the other side would be able to endure it-

Warriors understand warriors best!

The blood boiling in their chests won't allow them to shrink back like turtles, and the power of hatred will push them into the craziest attacks, and the commander on the other side won't notice the anomaly here?

Scold...... If this is the case, then the werewolf army will not be hindered here.

Hobson believed in the commander on the other side as if he believed in himself!

And the gift he gave to the other party was this cruel gamble - to see whether these Terran warriors forcibly captured the soldiers on the front line, or were outflanked by the brutal and proud werewolf warriors before and after, and completely killed, and about the outcome of this gamble, Hobson's heart was full of confidence, even if the werewolf soldiers who have undergone great changes now, but with the physical fitness that surpasses the Terran warriors, this front-line barracks is definitely not something that the Terran army can fight in a day or two, and from the city in the rear here, At the speed of a wolf, it won't take a day at all.

"Finally ......"

The corners of Hobson's mouth provoked a cold and bloody arc, and he muttered something in a low voice, but at this moment, a familiar tune faintly came in, and the sadness contained in the tune made him look slightly stunned, and then his face changed greatly, he raised the war knife in one hand, and suddenly stepped out of the house in a few steps, just raising his eyes, Hobson's body was completely stiffened.

As far as the eye could see, the werewolf warriors in every part of the barracks were whispering to the sad tune, even the warriors from the big tribes, their faces became soft and nostalgic at this moment, it was a very, very soft and warm demeanor, but it instantly made Hobson's heart cold.

The ambition just now seemed to turn into a merciless mockery in an instant.

Finished......

PS: Today's first update, thank you for the 22,000 starting coins that don't matter about sadness, plus more will be made up for you after I complete my internship, the current chapter is on the battlefield, so there is no way to put the perspective on Chu Lie or even the Terran army forever, I hope you will be considerate, after all, on the battlefield, there is no real reckless man who can be a general~