The second row of flares lit up the night sky again, and this time the werewolf learned to behave, and as soon as the brightness changed, it quickly fell to the ground like a frightened bird, and the higher ones covered their eyes and completely sealed their vision with the Dark Force. As a result, the flare was much less effective this time, only delaying the actions of the werewolf legion.

However, the guards on the White City defense line had already dealt with the elite werewolves who rushed in, so they freed up their hands and immediately seized the opportunity to strike at the werewolves on the periphery. The mercenaries' marksmanship is spicy and ruthless, almost all the guns hit the vital parts, and although the werewolves have a strong body defense, they are all busy resisting the flares, and they inevitably ignore the end.

The second wave of blows was hard and accurate, setting off one bloody spray after another in the werewolf formation, and the werewolf warriors fell at an alarming speed.

An unusually tall werewolf count in the rear turned pale, and finally roared in the sky, and hearing his roar, the werewolf warriors turned around and withdrew to attack their positions. Only a few ferocious werewolves were unwilling to retreat and were still charging, but they immediately became the target of the fire, and were smashed in the blink of an eye.

"Why retreat?" said a Blood Count as he appeared in the assault position and yelled at the Werewolf Count.

The werewolf count did not show weakness, pointed at the troops with heavy casualties, and roared back: "You didn't say that there is such a thing as flares! besides, what about your support firepower when my people charge?"

The Blood Count frowned and said, "They have gunboats in the air, and our heavy artillery has suffered heavy losses and can't be transported, don't you know this?"

"Can't it be transported? Look overhead, is there a gunboat of theirs? Where is our fleet, don't you Bloods send a huge fleet? Where are they?"

The Blood Clan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "The outer space battle is not within your and mine's authority. You have a bad first battle, go and explain it to Duke Pratt yourself!"

A low growl rang out from the werewolf earl's throat, "Just because of you, a white-skinned bat, I have died so many people, and you still want me to explain? Do you want me to explain to your corpse?"

The Blood Clan's face changed slightly, he stepped back, and shouted, "What do you want to do?" The second order will come down soon, if you kill me, your people will be buried together!"

The werewolf count's eyes showed a fierce light, his fingertips had already popped out his claws, and he was about to make a move, when a voice suddenly sounded: "Hunting mane, stop." The Duke's order has come down, put your troops under my command and continue the attack. As for the idiot, he should have explained to the Duke why he had lost most of his heavy artillery troops. ”

What appeared in front of the two of them was an even taller werewolf, with long brown hair flowing behind his head, and the momentum of a powerhouse who was a big rank higher was so strong that the Blood Count couldn't breathe. The Earl of the Blood Clan reluctantly saluted, and hurried away, not daring to say a word.

The werewolf count hunted mane and said hatefully: "If it weren't for him......"

The Marquis stopped him and said, "There is no point in talking about this now, we must take down the position without the cover of heavy artillery." The good news is that the Terrans don't have any more gunboats left. ”

"They're killed?"

The Marquis snorted and said, "How can those fools in the mobile fleet have such ability? If the Terran warships are not placed in front of them, they will never be hit." If it weren't for the fact that two Grand Duke's fleets were wiped out by the Terrans some time ago, we would have ended up like this now? The Terran commander was very clever enough to guess that I was coming, so he withdrew all the gunboats. ”

The gunboats in the neutral area are not easy to say about other characteristics, except that they are exceptionally strong and have thick armor, which ordinary Force guns can't do at all. But at the level of the Earl and Marquis, the small gunboats could not stop their ultra-long-range firepower. The dark race, which had just suffered a big loss from the gunboats, was naturally prepared to attack again.

This time, the werewolf marquis brought several Force giant crossbows, and with his personal blessing, the giant crossbow arrows fired were enough to penetrate the gunboat's armor. However, Song Zining took the first step to remove all the gunboats from the void, making the anti-air giant crossbow that the dark race had worked so hard to transport useless.

At this moment, a blood-colored flare rose in the distance. Looking at the eye-catching scarlet, the werewolf marquis only felt extremely dazzling, snorted, and said, "That idiot Pratt, do you think the blood clan is really kind?"

He turned his head and said to the werewolf count, "I'll give you a quarter of an hour to regroup your troops, and in half an hour to attack!"

Hunter Mane said, "Is it still only my warrior?"

"Of course not, Pratt's private army has also arrived. It's just that this time he wants to fight for credit, I'm afraid it's not so easy. The werewolf marquis looked at the white city not far away, and a deep light flashed in his eyes.

Hunter Mane said, "Since he wants the first skill, then let his people go first?"

The marquis said: "It can't be too obvious, after all, he has a high rank." After the attack order is issued, go on together. Just let the little cubs in your tribe take it easy, and don't go berserk if it's okay. ”

"I see. Mane turned away.

The Marquis stood on a high place, watching the army below roll towards the intended attack position, and sneered slightly, "It's Song Zining in the city, if you want to catch him alive, how can you do it without paying a price?"

A moment later, Mane hurried back and reported, "The troops are ready. ”

The marquis nodded, and summoned the guards to order: "Order, attack in ten minutes!"

When the guards heard this, they suddenly let out a low roar, turned into a werewolf battle form, and rushed away. Huntmane is also enthusiastic, just want to look up to the sky and roar, he takes a big stride, he wants to run to the battlefield.

Unexpectedly, before he could take a step, he was grabbed by the back of the neck.

"Where do you want to go?"

Hunter's mane was full of murderous aura, and said: "Of course I am going to the front line, I will personally break the necks of those despicable human races!"

The marquis said calmly, "You are not allowed to go." ”

"Something else?"

"No task, just watching. ”

Confused, Mane asked, "Why?"

The Marquis said meaningfully: "Although that demon-descended fool didn't say anything useful after escaping, I feel that there must be someone in the White City: Thousand Nights." He's Pratt's rival, so let's not get involved. ”

Although the hunting mane was brave enough, he was still taken aback when he heard it, and exclaimed, "Thousand Nights?"

The marquis's face was gloomy, and he said, "Although that fool tried his best to hide it, I think that he has most likely fallen in rank, and his injuries are very likely to be caused by the plundering of life. This is the powerful innate power of the ancient blood clan, and apart from Qianye, I haven't heard of a second blood clan awakening this ability. ”

"Plundering of life...... Ancient Bloodline? Isn't that a legend that vampire bats use to brag about?"

The Marquis smiled silently and said, "Although the Blood Clan loves to brag, they are indeed very powerful. Judging from the past battle records, Qianye's ability is very similar to Vitality Plunder, but even the Blood Clan itself has not been able to confirm it. ”

Huntmane's battle blood slowly cooled, "If I rush to the front line, I will definitely become the target of a thousand nights." Maybe ......"

"No maybe, even if I meet Qianya, if I can't beat him in the first round of scrambles, then I have to think about how to escape. Otherwise, most of them will die in battle. ”

Hunter Mane was taken aback, completely unexpecting that the Marquis's evaluation of Thousand Nights would be so high. His face was ugly, and he stood aside silently. If Thousand Nights is really as terrifying as the Marquis said, then it makes no sense for him to go up.

On the battlefield, the battle of the strong in the queue is used to control the battle node, but if the balance of forces between the two sides is one-sided, it is completely meaningless, it is better to use a large amount of cannon fodder to pile up.

Through the light of the fire still burning on the battlefield, the warriors of the dark race could be seen gathering densely, like a group of marching army ants, slowly crawling towards the White City defense line.

There were constant streams of fire coming and going in the air, like meteor showers, smashing on each other's positions, and then bursts of violent explosions. From time to time, the warriors of the dark race were tossed in pieces, severed limbs and flesh flying with the flames. This is the heavy artillery of both sides bombarding each other.

The Terrans had well-established positions, and many of the warriors hid in bunkers and waited for the shells or ballistas to blow up before coming out. In some front-line positions, mercenary snipers occasionally fired into the air and exploded the incoming shells.

The casualties of the Terrans are not large, but the Dark Race is different. Song Zining attached great importance to materials, and the number of heavy artillery preparations was shocking. The White City is not large, and the Dark Fire and the mercenaries in the Neutral Land are 50,000 in total. However, Song Zining raised more than 500 heavy artillery.

On a small battlefield, this number of artillery fire is simply outrageously dense, and the dark powerhouses with knighthoods can only intercept half of them with all their might.

The higher nobles either hid behind like Werewolf Mane and Marquis, or refused to waste the Force on intercepting heavy artillery. Anyway, in their opinion, it doesn't hurt to die as much cannon fodder as possible, and there are more than a dozen continents in the eternal night, and just grabbing some strong men is countless cannon fodder.

Most of the heavy artillery of the dark race was destroyed by gunboats, and the firepower was completely disproportionate, and the dark warriors did not have enough cover, and the casualties were much more serious than those of the Terrans. It's just that the dark race has always been a crowd tactic at the level of low-level warriors, and this time it's the same, there are too many of them, and this bit of damage can't stop the offensive at all.

At this moment, the attacking team is not only werewolves, but also huge servant spiders and elite spider demon warriors. In the center of the procession there is a spider demon like a small mountain, and with every step, the earth will tremble.

The Dark Warriors at the front had already crossed the artillery line with the corpses of their companions into the final charge, while the mercenaries of the White City opened fire desperately in their bunkers. It's just that compared to the tide of darkness, these firepower are thin.

A middle-aged mercenary crouched in the trench, holding a Force gun, calmly choosing a target. The Force Gun can't take a few shots, so it can't be wasted. Soon his crosshair caught a werewolf who was noticeably taller than his peers. After the werewolves and spider demons of the dark race enter the battle state, the stronger they are, the larger they tend to be. This werewolf is clearly the leader.

Before he could pull the trigger, he suddenly felt a pain in his little foot, and then he lost consciousness. The mercenary looked down and saw a black spider the size of a fist crawling on his lap, its powerful jaws biting through his combat suit, and constantly injecting venom into the flesh.

The mercenary's face changed drastically, ignoring the disgust and fear, and slapped the spider into meat sauce. Only then did he notice a strange subtle rustling sound around him. The sound was drowned out by the guns on the battlefield and was only now noticed.

He suddenly felt something strange under his feet, and when he saw the ground clearly by the light of the next explosion, he immediately jumped up in shock!

There are spiders large and small everywhere, almost endlessly.

After all, the middle-aged mercenary was experienced, and immediately calmed down after the final panic, and trampled on the spiders one by one. In addition to being scary and fast, these spiders are essentially not much different from ordinary spiders, and basically die when they step on them.

The middle-aged mercenary stepped on it, and suddenly his movements slowed down, and then he leaned back, fell to the ground, and never moved again.

Dense spiders crawled all over his body in the blink of an eye, and the rustling sound of gnawing made people's teeth sour, and soon the middle-aged mercenary turned into a white bone. After devouring his flesh, the spiders grew larger and continued to crawl deeper into the position.

Chaos began everywhere throughout the front-line positions, one fighter after another kept falling, and those who survived were hysterically stampeded and screamed.

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