The roar of the Force Gun broke the silence of the town, and the werewolf elder flew to dodge almost the moment the gun went off, but he was still a step slow. In the splatters www.biquge.info of blood, his right arm and the wooden staff in his hand flew out of his body and fell far to the ground.

The werewolf elder endured the severe pain, trembling and pounced on the wooden staff, reaching out to grab it. It seemed that this tattered wooden staff was more important than his life.

But the gunshots rang out again, and the werewolf elder's left arm was also blown off. His old body fell heavily to the ground, and he couldn't get up for a while.

In a room not far away, the pupil put away the Shadow Song, drew her dagger, turned around like lightning, and stabbed straight through the door!

A scream rang out from outside the door, and a werewolf's claw pierced through the wooden door, grabbing Nightpupil's wrist. However, Night Pupil's hand held the vampire blade steadily, not moving. It only took a few breaths for the werewolf warrior's hand to weaken and he fell.

The Night Pupil then put away the vampire blade and emerged through the window on the other side of the room, disappearing into the maze of alleys. No sooner had she left than a Force grenade that looked like a small watermelon was thrown through the window into the room, blasting the entire house into the sky.

The sound of gunfire and explosions threw the town into chaos, and the werewolf warriors could tell that the explosion was from a Force grenade issued by the Guards, but the sound of the gunfire was very unfamiliar.

Several werewolf warriors returned to the square and were shocked to see the werewolf elders struggling in a pool of blood. They ran over to pick up the elder, but the elder stared at the wooden staff and said anxiously, "Quick, bring me my cane!"

Looking at the elder's short arms, the werewolf warriors didn't know how to use the wooden staff after bringing it. But this was the order of the elder, and a warrior ran to the wooden staff that had fallen in the distance. But as soon as he bent down and stretched out his hand, a gunshot roared, and then his head suddenly exploded. The headless werewolf's corpse shook before slowly falling to the ground.

A lot of blood and shredded flesh splattered on the wooden staff, and strangely, the wooden staff seemed to come to life, and the surface kept wriggling, devouring and absorbing the flesh. Even the strips of colored cloth wrapped around the wooden staff were absorbing the flesh.

Seeing this, the elder became even more anxious, urging the werewolf warriors to take their canes out of the flesh and blood, and at the same time ordering them to find the snipers and kill them.

Seeing the appearance of the wooden staff sucking flesh and blood, the werewolf warriors were secretly chilled. However, since the elder had an order, there was still a warrior who walked towards the wooden staff. It's just that he had just bent down when the gunfire started again, and his head was shattered by another shot.

The werewolf elder looked at the faint darkness in the air, his face was extremely ugly, and said, "Demon Descendant, it's Demon Descendant!

Neutral land demon descendants are extremely rare, but the shadow left in the air is the trajectory left by the Force bomb when it passes through the air, it is a real magical breath, only demon descendants have. Other dark races don't use Daedric weapons, as their power is much weaker.

With the sound of gunfire alone, the werewolves couldn't find the direction of the night pupil. With each snip, Night Pupil activates the special ability of 'Echo', causing the sound of gunfire to echo around her, so that no one else can determine her location through the sound of gunfire. However, the trail of magic left in the air revealed the hiding place of the night pupil.

Under the guidance of the werewolf elder, several werewolf warriors quickly pounced on the hiding place of the night pupil, some through the window, some slammed the door, and some crashed directly into the room through the roof. But when they rushed into the room, there was no sign of the Night Pupil, only a pile of Force grenades on the table.

A loud bang shook the entire town, and the house and its surroundings were razed to the ground, and the few werewolf warriors who rushed into the room, despite their good strength, were not immune at such a close distance. The werewolf who broke in from the roof was even blown up dozens of meters into the air.

Not far away, Night Hitomi saw this scene and turned and disappeared into another alley. When she didn't leave the eternal night, as the princess of the Blood Clan, she fought even more battles between the werewolves than the Terrans, and she also knew the werewolves' combat habits well.

When the explosion occurred, the werewolf elder's face became extremely ugly, and he suddenly raised his head, raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl, summoning the surviving werewolf warriors.

A few long howls rang out in different parts of town.

The werewolf elder's face instantly became even more gray. The number of responses is so small that it's frustrating. When so many warriors entered the town, it was as if they had gotten into the mouth of an invisible beast, and there was no response. In addition to those who were sniped and blown up, there were at least more than fifty fighters. But now, there are fewer than a dozen responses.

The corners of the werewolf elder's eyes twitched, and his gaze swept over the hellish town, letting out several short cries in a terrible voice, like a ghost crying.

It was an order to let the surviving fighters retreat, and it was a desperate retreat. Don't care about the loot, don't rescue your comrades, you just need to run for your life.

Several werewolf warriors rushed out of the town and quickly fled into the distance. The gunfire rang out again, and one of the werewolf warriors fell to the ground, while the remaining werewolves took the opportunity to run quickly and escape the range of the Shadow Carol.

Half-kneeling on the roof, Night Pupil lowered the Shadow Ode and watched several werewolf warriors walk away. These people deliberately put it back to report it.

In the central square, Qianye picked up the wooden staff and walked over to the werewolf elder. When it was in Qianye's hands, this wooden staff became extremely honest, even if it was still stained with a lot of flesh and blood, it no longer wriggled and devoured.

Qianye squatted in front of the elder and asked, "Why do you value this wooden staff so much?"

The werewolf elder snorted and did not reply. But looking at the anxiety in his eyes, you can see that this wooden staff is extremely important to him.

The pain of the severed arm continued to torment the elder, but he didn't let out a single groan. Qianye frowned again, knowing that it might be difficult to ask something out of his mouth. Such a strong-willed enemy may be admirable, but it is also indeed tiresome.

After a moment of silence, a trace of blood qi burst out of the thousand nights and shot into the wound of the werewolf elder. His face immediately distorted, and his body trembled, apparently in great pain. But until he passed out in pain, the werewolf elder did not groan, let alone beg for mercy.

Night Hitomi walked over and asked, "How?"

Qianye raised the wooden staff and said, "I didn't ask why." But he values this thing very much, and it seems that there is some secret hidden in it. Yes, there's not much I can do to get him to say it. ”

"Keep this wooden staff for now, I'll always ask. If he doesn't say it, there will always be someone who will say. ”

Qianye nodded, tucked the wooden staff into Andua's mysterious world, and then reached out and patted the werewolf elder on top of his head, shattering his skull. With such an injury, even if he is revived again and briefly resurrected, he will not regain his senses.

After doing all this, Thousand Nights and Night Pupils left the town and disappeared into the Black Forest.

Just a few dozen kilometers away from the town, a huge floating battleship hovered low altitude. The battleship was covered with thick steel barbs, which looked particularly hideous. The style of this battleship is obviously still stuck in the era when the float boat was just invented. At that time, there were no powerful Force cannons, let alone powerful ballistas with tracking and locking functions. Ramming is still an important means of fighting floating ships.

On the top floor of the battleship, an entire floor is a huge command room. In the center, on a seat filled with antiquities, sits a werewolf with long hands and long legs and a gloomy face. He has strange dark red hair and dark red eyes.

In front of him, several werewolf warriors who had escaped from the town got down on one knee and reported what had happened in the town.

The werewolf on the high seat said slowly, "Demon Descendant, are you sure it's Demon Descendant?"

The werewolf warrior said, "It's Elder Gillette's judgment. ”

"Well, that old guy from Gillette is useless, but his eyesight is okay, not to the point of being completely useless. Since he said he was a demon, he was a demon. In such a remote place, there are actually demon descendants? Someone, bring the map. ”

Two squires took a map and unfolded it in front of him. The map shows the terrain around the town, and although the production is crude, you can barely see it.

The red-haired werewolf stared at the map for a long time and said, "Tell me, where will that demon descendant hide?"

An old werewolf said, "We have thoroughly searched this area, and the only place we have missed is only one. ”

The red-haired werewolf said, "Black Forest?"

"According to the townspeople, there was originally a road on the edge of the Black Forest that led to a piece of land. A few newcomers who had just arrived in town settled down there. But they're all Terrans, not demons. ”

The red-haired werewolf frowned, "Ask more clearly!"

The old werewolf was a little embarrassed and said, "This, Lord Bloodmane, the people in the town have already been killed, and now I can't find anyone if I want to ask." ”

Bloodmane was noncommittal, stared at the map, and said after a moment: "This map is wrong, there is no road there, it is all sealed by the Black Forest." ”

"Yes, my lord, if you want to search that land, you need to go through the Black Forest. ”

"Hmph, through the Black Forest? I'm not interested. Since there are no more living people in this area, let's go back. ”

The werewolf old man was startled and hurriedly said, "Elder Gillette's body is still in the town, and there is also the staff of recovery!"

"That's right, let's go to the town first. ”

Moments later, the huge floating battleship flew over the town, and dozens of werewolf warriors jumped from the floating battleship and landed in the town. They quickly searched the town, but found only Elder Gillette's body, but not the Staff of Recovery, let alone any valuable clues.

On the floating battleship, Bloodmane looked at Gillette's corpse, his gaze lingered on the broken arm for a long time, and Fang said: "There are traces of magic power, but it is not necessarily a demon descendant. But just report it like that. Hmph, I didn't leave any clues, I'm a veteran!"

"My lord, do you want to expand the scope of your search?"

Bloodmane didn't answer, but looked out the window. Through the porthole, you can see the lifeless Black Forest in the distance. From this angle, fog is constantly rising in the Black Forest, and the entire forest is covered with mist everywhere within a few hundred meters.

Seeing the mist, Bloodmane's pupils shrank, and then said, "No need, let's go back." ”