And he was going to crush their power before it was driven by fear!

Before that, they must be given one last warning, as well as clear orders to the Gold Eaters.

"Everyone!" Korovoz paused, glanced around, and continued to shout, "Listen to me!"

When he shouted, with him as the dividing line, the people on both sides seemed to come from two worlds, one side represented order and stability, the other side represented mania and noise, one side was already silent, and the other side was even more noisy. The people finally waited for the voice to come out and talk to them again, and they erupted even more loudly, and the more people in the front row, the more hoarse they became.

Many of them may have been only a step or two slower before they were stopped by the soldiers, and could only watch as the people in front of them made it into the inner city, only because the difference of one or two steps had caused a world of difference in their situation, and in this case, the gap in people's hearts was more terrible than the cliff, and the gentle river passed through it, and even rushed down to become a waterfall that shattered all the ships.

However, the waterfall slammed into the small but extremely hard boulders, and the waterfall splashed in all directions, and the boulders did not move.

"We're going to get rid of all the werewolves in the city!" followed by a variety of tones and tones of [let me in!].

"Now, the soldiers are going to take back your home and everything for you!"

"They'll break through all the obstacles that stand in their way!" Korvooz stopped paying attention to the [what do you mean!] and [what are you going to do!] gibberish voices, and he turned to face the mercenary who had straightened up at some point.

This surprised him slightly, but when he looked at their eyes again, he understood where the frenzy in the eyes of the men and women came from, they deserved to be the dead or smart people, perhaps they were more like beasts.

He trotted past the mercenaries, shouting and assigning loudly to the mixed force of more than two hundred men, and soon they all formed a column and followed the mercenaries in accordance with Finn's wishes, according to Korovoz's instructions.

"Ready!!"

The Awoken, who were deliberately scattered in the ranks, began to run in the pre-assigned area for themselves, applying [Blessing of Courage] to their companions in the area, and they gently brushed their hands over each other's foreheads, giving them great strength.

Seeing the posture of the soldiers, as well as the blood-red eyes, the mercenaries who were doing warm-up exercises, the people crowded at the front began to scream with disbelief and terror, they were afraid, compared to werewolves, those mercenaries were closer to them, people must avoid their nearest death first, they began to turn around and want to squeeze out, accompanied by screams and shouts.

[What are they going to do!!], [Are they crazy!], [No!you can't do this!]......

But the people behind didn't know what the people in front were going to face, they were still pushing, squeezing hard in front of them, keeping themselves a little farther away from the danger from behind, a little closer to the door in front of them that meant survival, and any force towards the back was the object of their confrontation, and they were more energetic than the people in front of them, and transmitted this thrust to the rear through their backs.

"Go !!" Korovoz drew his saber and pointed diagonally ahead, his eyes protruding, and with all his strength, he gave the loudest order in his life.

He led the madness, the first to go crazy were the mercenaries, after the first three rows of heavy infantry to get out of the way, they, both men and women, let out strange screams that did not look like human voices, and rushed straight forward, after the warm-up exercise, they instantly increased their speed to the extreme, like crazy beasts out of the cage, directly into the noisy black tide. And the various weapons that were already in their hands, with their writhing bodies, their dancing hands frantically chopping and cutting, human heads fell, blood splashed, and the black tide instantly lacked a red mouth.

"All keep up!!"

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"Nissa!"

Serrapel exclaimed, she pulled out the crossbow arrows from her quiver, trying to pierce the dirty hands that were coming at her body from all directions, they were finally going to do it, these damn scumbags! she could convince herself to muster up courage, but she couldn't deny that she was still afraid, she was afraid of the feeling of losing control of her body. There are too many of them, but he and Nisa only have four hands, even if they can parry for a while, but they will eventually be caught, then it is really better to live than to die. That's not as good as ......

Her hand shook suddenly, and the fingers that clenched the crossbow arrows were white to the point that there was no trace of blood. She almost plunged the bolt into her head, and for a moment, Serapel screamed and stabbed the bolt down, and without much hindrance, the arrow pierced through the palm of one hand.

She was stunned, the expected touch did not come from the rest of her body, which made Serrapel wonder for a moment, she held the crossbow arrow in front of her eyes, and then she saw that at the other end of the crossbow arrow was a bleeding severed hand.

The sound came into her head again, a terrible scream, and Serapel realized that she had been so nervous that she had caused a brief loss of deafness, and the screams came from all directions, and she threw away the crossbow arrow with a severed hand and looked around.

I saw a circle of people lying around them, the lust on their faces had not yet completely faded, but they were quickly invaded again by pain and fear, causing an extremely hideous expression on their faces, they howled miserably, holding the incision flat, the arm that had lost its forearm, and their eyes seemed to move back and forth between the wound and the person behind her.

Serapel still turned his head in a daze, looking up at the black figure standing behind him, on top of his tight and full and delicate tall body, his brown shoulder-length hair fluttering in the wind, dragging the mask that covered his beautiful cheeks, Serrapel couldn't see Nissa's expression, but thinking about it, there must be no fear and pity in those purple eyes.

"Nissa ......"

She couldn't help but let out a soft cry, but she didn't get a response from her companions, she must have seen a lot, and Nissa was tired, she lowered her eyes, ready to turn around and drive the horse out of the bloody field, and then walk with her companion under the city walls. But after her gaze moved down, beyond the black body, on the avenue leading to the north gate, the faces of those beasts were already faintly visible!

"Nissa!!!The werewolf is coming!"

"Werewolves?"

Nissa turned her head slightly sideways, and she was standing on horseback, with a better field of vision, and naturally she could see more clearly. On the straight avenue, there are still running civilians, but their composition is already very monotonous.