The wind whistled through the forest, and a faint murmur echoed through the forest, like the whispers of wild elves tempting lost travelers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The horses began to snort uneasily, and the knights tightened their reins.

"My lord, did you find anything?"

Citis crouched down and slowly rubbed a stump in front of him with a smooth face.

"Crowb, it's been so long since you've been on the battlefield, and your senses have become so sluggish. Caxis sighed lightly, causing the latter to bow his head in shame.

"There's something down here. ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand without the slightest hint of fireworks, and the huge stump was easily lifted, revealing the same strange thing below.

"This is, a human skull?"

A skull, painted blood-red, lay silently in a hole under a tree stump. As soon as the faint sun shone down, the skull seemed to come to life, revealing an evil smile at everyone.

"It's a Guinsian witchcraft artifact, and I feel strong elemental fluctuations in it. Tell the order to go down, all take a hundred steps back, and don't touch the stump!"

However, as soon as Citis finished speaking, a puff of black smoke emerged from the witchcraft skeleton.

The nearest adjutant didn't have time to dodge, his nose twitched, his face turned a sickly snow-white, and his strong body staggered in place, slumping to the ground as if he had been shaved to the ground.

At the same time, at the bottom of hundreds of nearby wooden stakes, puffs of black poisonous smoke poured out.

They writhed and spread like life, as if a bloodthirsty beast lurked within, charging at the army in a surging surge.

The outermost soldier of the "bang, bang......" did not react, lost their combat effectiveness in an instant, and fell to the ground like dominoes.

"The Wall of the Heart!"

"Uduo!"

And Caxis spat out a string of quaint syllables, and the entire forest seemed to explode as if a muffled thunder exploded.

The black robe was flying, with Citis as the center, and a wave of wind swept and washed around. Most of the poisonous smoke was blown away and poured into the endless forest.

All the soldiers present were light-hearted and subconsciously followed his orders.

Hundreds of translucent circular light shields of different colors rose from the coalition forces, looking like small brightly colored tents, blocking off the remaining toxic smoke.

At the same time, the team is constantly moving its position, and the power that holds the barrier of the heart crosses and spontaneously provides shelter for others with a hood.

Rodin was at the center of the army, but fortunately did not suffer from the poisonous smoke. He made a rough count and found that this wave of poisonous smoke attacks caused the coalition forces to lose about 100 soldiers. Thankfully, 90 percent of them are ordinary soldiers, and their main combat effectiveness is still alive.

However, before the coalition forces could have any respite, the next wave of Guins' offensive followed.

"Whoosh-" Clusters of dense arrows rained down in all directions, densely packed like locust swarms, and some weak walls of the heart failed to resist the overwhelming arrows, and were quickly breached.

Arrows sinked into the flesh, blood splattered, wails and cries of pain continued.

Then, countless blood-glittering figures poured out from the shadows of the forest, appearing in the field of vision of the coalition forces in an encirclement manner.

It was—werewolves, hundreds of werewolves howling wildly, running on all fours, as the vanguard.

And countless cannibals with longbows and axes followed, constantly pulling their bows and arrows. Countless ignited flame arrows drew bewitching arcs in mid-air and fell into the coalition formation.

They were dressed in simple animal skin skirts, painted with animal prints, with open breasts and eyes, like wolves attacking and hunting.

With this wave of attack, bursts of passionate drums and shouts came from afar, and more than a dozen priests wearing crowns of bird feathers and antlers and holding white bone canes appeared one after another.

Between their ancient chantings, twisted and flying blood demon acolytes shot out with lightning.

"Bang-" The werewolf wave slammed into the humanoid seawall, beads of sweat and muddy pieces of flesh and blood splattered in all directions, and the entire forest trembled like an earthquake for a moment.

In the first impact, the two sides fought evenly, and neither of them retreated a bit.

Werewolves are not afraid of pain, their skin is rough and their flesh is thick, and as long as the human long sword does not hit their vital point, they will not be affected too much, so they rush forward frantically regardless of their bodies.

And humans, even if they are formal strengths, are much more fragile than werewolves, and they can't fight with them hand-to-hand, exchanging injuries for injuries.

But this does not mean that the coalition forces are at a disadvantage.

Werewolves' attacks are undisciplined, relying only on instinct.

And the bronze powerhouses on the outermost side have their own systematic fighting methods.

The four major forces of the alliance have their own magical powers.

Looking down from the sky.

The outermost city guards held dark tower shields, shaped like rocks, and faced the first wave of werewolf charges. And the comrades behind them used their spears and steel swords to penetrate the gaps, stabbing rapidly, constantly harassing the werewolves' attacks. One after the other, the fit is seamless.

The white robes of the Tricolor Alliance unveiled their mystery. Compared to the power of the bloodline of the academy and guild zabrids, they only have the purest primitive three colors, red, green, and blue.

Under the control of the white-robed powerhouse, the power of the three-colored blood gushed out of their bodies, transforming into a proto-beast the size of a calf - a scarlet python that circled and neighed and swallowed flames, an emperor lion covered with thorny armor and a tail like a hammer, with glowing green pupils like ghost fire, and a body like a blue wolf with lightning and wind.

These pocket-sized proto-beasts are not ordinary flesh and blood, they are not afraid of pain, their fangs and claws are comparable to divine weapons, and they seem to have a trace of the rudiments of a gold-level power leader.

The werewolf army was crushed at the touch of a button.

In the area that the Spring of Deep Winter is in charge of, the students in the sky blue leather armor are divided into seven camps according to the power of their different bloodlines, forming seven battle formations.

There was a unified rhythm between the actions of each battle formation, and circles of illusory ripples constantly drummed around the body, like some kind of aura, radiating towards their companions.

Gradually, the invisible bond twisted the power of several people into one.

Above their heads, the power of the same bloodline fused into one. As the power grew, a behemoth emerged from the void.

Chopper, Demon Chain, Knight's Greatsword, Scythe of Cold Light...... The huge weapon phantom swung out towards the werewolf with the movements of the students.

"Boom la la ......" Steaming internal organs, blood, and minced meat were scattered all over the land in an instant.

The vitality of the orcs was so vigorous that their bodies were cut into two ends and did not die immediately. Instead, he exhausted the last of his ferocity, and kept supporting half of his body to crawl towards the soldiers.

And they were greeted by demonic tentacles.

Rodin was like a grim reaper on the verge of wandering, the endless phantom limbs behind him waving and dragging the remnants of the debut path, and the figure moved between the two sides with agility and ghostliness, each time making up for the last stab of the exhausted Guins, while secretly devouring their souls.

The blood spirit is surging wildly!

Without him to harvest, the mortally wounded werewolf would devour the corpses of the dead on both sides of the war, his injuries quickly diminishing, and in the blink of an eye, he would be alive again.

Rodin's Hunters' Guild is a group of people.

The hunters with the Heart Wall Secret Wheel carried them in front, followed by their companions forming the Shock Wheel in one hand and weapons in the other. Taking advantage of the moment when the attacking werewolf lost his mind, he quickly attacked the vulnerable parts such as the eye socket, throat, and lower body.

Right next to Rodin, a silver-level hunter was eerily suspended in mid-air, his index finger, middle finger and thumb facing each other to form a stable triangular secret wheel.

The power of the bloodline is surging.

After brewing, he pointed in the direction of the Guinsian frenzy.

"Buzz......" A scorching red cannon of light shot out from the secret wheel.

After the loud roar, hundreds of corpses fell in the direction of the light cannon. Some of the skulls exploded, and some of them were punched between their chests and abdomen.

The area of this column was unexpectedly cleaned up.

The traces left by the light cannon were like a long rainbow across the sun, spreading into the endless distance, and even the row of towering ancient trees that were broken by the Guinsian army could be seen.

Rodin was horrified.

"Is this a sniper cannon?" A secret wheel technique that can only be mastered by silver-level hunters.

The entire battlefield seemed to be shaken by this blow, producing a moment of stagnation.

Then came an even more ferocious rally.

Witnessing the tragic death of their compatriots, the werewolves who were about to be cracked retreated a distance strangely, and then raised their heads to the sky and let out bursts of fierce wild howls, and under the sun, countless ordinary Guinsian soldiers bent down fiercely and began to transform into beasts.

At the same time, dozens of blood demon attendants released by the priests belatedly arrived and swept towards the coalition forces like butterflies.