Chapter 178: Hell, You Treacherous Bastard!

Aaron kindly reminded, "How's it going?"

Nim on the side also interjected at the right time to urge: "Your Excellency, our lord's patience is limited. You know, if the supplies are gone, they can be accumulated again, and if the clansmen are gone, it will not be good!"

At that moment, a bell rang out, and the werewolf Gomez was apparently gathering more than 3,000 werewolves and a handful of townsfolk of other races in the town.

The sound of the bell awoke the old man, and his eyes widened suddenly, and he cried out, "Yes, on their behalf, I agree to your terms." But ......" the old man changed his words and said, "I hope you had better remember what you said now, otherwise don't blame me for turning my face ruthlessly!"

Alun smiled slightly, and said casually: "Your Excellency, please rest assured, we only need the materials that Charlton has saved, and nothing else!"

The old werewolf stared at Alun for a while before he said unwillingly: "Since this is the case, then you will wait outside, and after we have sorted out the materials, we will naturally give you seventy percent of what you want." ”

Although the Great Elder was very skeptical of what Aaron said, the situation was urgent, and he had no choice but to gamble.

Seeing a few werewolf elders turn and walk away, Aaron smiled silently, no one knew what was going on in his mind right now.

Perhaps every werewolf knows the preciousness of time now, and in just half a day, more than 3,000 werewolves and other townsfolk have already packed up.

Groups of townsfolk took their belongings with anger and resentment on their faces, and stuffed them into dilapidated carts. The children seemed to be oblivious to what was happening around them, some were playing with each other on the carts, some were expressionlessly tinkering with the baggage that their loved ones had stuffed into their hands, and some were snotty and looked curiously at the strange visitors on both sides of the aisle......

In the eyes of these innocent little orcs, this is nothing more than a tour on an unprecedented scale!

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In the middle of the bandit team of the valley, more than thirty oversized vehicles staggered with difficulty, because they were carrying too much. Mountains of food and dry food pressed on the vehicles, leaving dozens of long wheel marks behind the wheels.

Charlton is the most famous production point in the area, outside of the Night Forest. With this food, even if we don't go out of the valley for a year, it won't be a big deal!"

Behind the robbers' butts are a large number of fleeing werewolves!

It wasn't until the bandits of the Wild Bull Valley disappeared into the mountain peaks behind them that the Great Elder let out a long sigh of relief. If nothing else, he should be able to lead more than 3,000 townspeople out of the Night Forest's sphere of influence before the Lynx force catches up.

After pondering for a while, the old man called the middle-aged werewolf Gomez again, bowed his head and gave an instruction, only to see Gomez nodding while listening, and then flashed out of the queue of the fleeing team, and disappeared into the surrounding mountains and forests with a few jumps.

On the side of the bandit team, the Pigs looked at the direction in which the werewolves disappeared and wondered: "My lord, why did we let them go like this? If these cunning werewolves are not eliminated, they will definitely plant hidden dangers in our Barbarian Cow Valley in the future!"

Aaron was unmoved when he heard this, but said lightly: "After you escort these supplies back to the valley, immediately rush to the village of Relaba. The 500-strong young werewolf force must have not received word from Charlton yet, so they will be handed over to you to deal with. As for the rest, I have my own plans!"

Ben and Nimes had been following Aaron for a while, and knowing that he already knew what was going on, they didn't say anything more at the moment, and quickly turned back towards the Brute Cow Valley with their troops.

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"Great Elder, there is a wolf pit ahead, as long as we pass here, we can connect with the warriors of the Golden War Leopard!" a wolf warrior said excitedly, pointing to a very barren and remote small wilderness in front of him.

"Huh?" the old man frowned, and when he suddenly heard the name of the wolf pit, a very bad premonition suddenly floated in his heart.

"Mallorca, is that so?" the Grand Elder asked a werewolf elder next to him.

Having lived in Charlton for decades, the Grand Elder had clearly forgotten the places he had traveled when he was young and frivolous.

"That's right, Cruyff! According to those fox girls, the golden leopard is currently fighting against the lynx behind the wolf pit......" Mallorca could not finish speaking, the Great Elder suddenly scolded angrily, interrupting Mallorca's narration: "Damn! Damn it, you will be cursed by the gods and fall into the bottomless abyss purgatory, and you will never be able to live beyond ......"

The Great Elder's curse obviously startled the surrounding townsfolk in their hearts, and they all looked in the direction where the Great Elder's gaze was looking, only to see a dark cloud in the sky behind them rapidly approaching. Close, damn it, it's actually the bandit leader, Aaron, the lord of the Wild Bull Valley, who led a group of shadow ghosts to step into the air......

The shadow quickly changed from the size of a black dot to the size of a black bean in the werewolf's pupils, and then into a horde of heart-pounding and terrifying executioners.

On the back of the Shadow Phantom, the Pig Bandit laughed arrogantly, and Lord Aaron sat alone on the largest Shadow Phantom with a blank face, staring coldly at the panicked werewolves in front of him.

"Sizzle...... Squeak............"

Before it flew over the werewolf's head, the seven-headed shadow ghost was already letting out a fierce roar, and in the sound waves, werewolves continued to cover their ears and wail in pain. The panic of the adults soon caused the crying and fear of those little orcs, and under the chain reaction, the entire werewolf fleeing army suddenly became chaotic, and the panic spread rapidly, and some non-werewolf orcs began to break free from the advice of the werewolf soldiers, and ran madly towards the outside of the team, fleeing, but soon in the terrifying roar of the shadow, the seven holes bled and fell, and died on the spot!

Alun is very satisfied with this unique attack method of the Shadow Phantom, and in the future, with the powerful ground forces he has formed, the combat effect is absolutely ideal.

The Great Elder's angry voice suddenly rang out: "Aaron, you vile and shameless villain, are you all bastards like you, the curse of the gods will accompany you for the rest of your life!"

Alun smiled coldly: "Glory and praise will only accompany the victors, and you, Cruyff, will accompany you to hell with endless curses!"

As he spoke, Aaron's curse had begun to be released, and the skeletal staff in the hands of the ninth-level corpse demon on the side was also waving one after another, and clouds of death continued to fly from the black crystal of the staff to the top of the werewolf's head. A large area of dark clouds of death can be a miracle against a large number of werewolves who are not strong.

The seven-headed shadow ghosts kept pounced on the werewolves' ranks, and every time these shadow ghosts flapped their wings and soared into the air again, there were always three or four werewolves who were caught in the belly and intestines by these strange creatures from the underworld, caught in the air and then thrown down violently, and blood rained everywhere.

Several werewolf elders could no longer maintain their previous restraint and took action. Their bodies emitted all kinds of brilliance and fighting energy, and they all shouted in unison and launched an angry counterattack towards the Shadow Phantom and Pige Bandits who rushed into the ranks.

It's just that the Piggy Bandit who controls the Shadow Phantom doesn't entangle with the werewolf at all, and while ordering the Shadow Phantom to keep roaring, he quickly soars into the air, tearing some unlucky werewolves in half.

At this time, this fleeing force was completely in chaos. The she-werewolves screamed and picked up their children, trying to find a safe place to hide in the chaos and wait for their men to fight off the murderous and ruthless executioners.

Secretly colluding with the Nala clan is only a decision made by Charlton's higher-ups, what does this have to do with their hard-working civilians? At this time, they just want to protect their children and pray that their men can return safely and reunite. At the call of these women, some of the fighting werewolf warriors rushed towards their families, and there was nothing more important and urgent than protecting their own families.

To hell with them, if it weren't for these bastards, how could they have left the town where their ancestors had lived for hundreds of years?

The werewolves of Charlton Town are very different from those werewolf tribes. The werewolves of the tribe, for the glory of the tribe, they do not hesitate to fight, even if their families are trampled by the enemy and die, the tribe is more important than everything. However, Charlton is a social relationship that has been gradually built up over the centuries by wandering orcs from all directions, and the commercial atmosphere here is even stronger than the so-called glory.

No matter how much the werewolf elders appeased and reprimanded, the team couldn't stop panicking and hesitating!

Suddenly, the werewolves only felt that their eyes were dark, and they saw a large cloud of death falling from the sky, and they immediately enveloped themselves. The ranged attacks of the ninth-level corpse are more powerful than melee combat, especially on the battlefield, and are definitely the most terrifying nightmare for every creature that has not yet entered the Forgotten Lands.

Under the dark cloud of death, in addition to those werewolf warriors who have not been weak and vindictive, many werewolves, especially women and children, are dizzy and black-faced, and many little orcs even fall down at the touch, foaming at the mouth and dying tragically......

"Kill it, children!" Looking at the tragic deaths in front of him, Alun only felt an inexplicable excitement, the blood in his pupils became closer and tighter, and there was a faint blood light on his body, and the ferocious aura even made the shadow under his feet tremble slightly.

Seeing this terrible picture of blood type in front of him, Grand Elder Cruyff almost lost his breath and roared angrily: "All the soldiers of the werewolf guard come with me! If we survive, we'll be together in the Alps!"