Chapter 102: The Battlefield (1)
The speed of the steppe gray wolf is already fast, and the speed is even more amazing after being demonized, and their strength has also increased a lot, if this group of mercenaries could barely resist the impact of the other party before, but now it is difficult to do so. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
The demon wolf that crashed into the shield just shook its head after falling to the ground, and then cracked open a huge foul mouth and bit the nearest human next to it.
'Poof', a steel sword chopped into the demon wolf's head, directly splitting its head in two, and the foul-smelling black juice splashed up.
"Give me death~!You damn brutes!" The mercenary who saw the opportunity to split the head of the demon wolf with a sword, returned with another sword, and the blade of the sword broke through the body of a demon wolf again. But the beast was very abnormal, and did not run away with a wail, but cracked open the foul wolf's mouth and turned around.
The scene was so fast that the mercenary didn't have time to react, and the wolf's mouth was already less than a foot away from him, and he could even see the ****** in the wolf's mouth, and he was going to see the dead companions, he thought.
There was a muffled sound, and at this moment, a hammer hit the wolf's head in front of him, and black juice burst out, splashing him all over the face.
"Take it easy, man, these brutes aren't the wolf cubs they used to be. A mercenary armed with a hammer said with a smile.
"I owe you once, man. The mercenary soon found himself in the air, shouted and swung his sword again.
However, just as he turned around, he suddenly felt as if his neck was caught in a hunting clip, and then a piercing pain came from his neck. Then his whole body was thrown up by a strong force, and at this moment, he found that he had no strength at all, and everything in front of him quickly became blurred.
I'm sorry, man, I'm afraid I can't pay you back, and when I was dying, the mercenary's heart was full of guilt and unwillingness.
Scenes like this happened every moment, and after only a few moments of fighting, dozens of mercenaries died tragically in the mouths of demon wolves and their sharp claws.
These mercenaries were either disemboweled, or their heads were in different places, and the scene was very bloody.
Of course, the number of demon wolves who died at the hands of mercenaries was even greater, and the riverbank at this time was covered with the corpses of demon wolves and mercenaries, and the stumps and internal organs were everywhere, and the black juice and blood were mixed together, and they merged into a thin stream and flowed into the clear river water.
Soon, the river was dyed black and red.
Morgan and Hawke were back to back, each holding a steel shield in their hands, and their bodies were half-crouched, looking nervously ahead. It wasn't the first time the two of them had confronted demons, but this time it was noticeably different from the last time, the beasts in front of them were faster and more powerful.
The key is that the minions of these demon wolves are more threatening, the originally sharp claws are now like steel bars, and the sharp fangs are like a row of steel nails, not to mention being directly hit, even if they are slashed from the body, they will also bring up a piece of flesh and blood, causing a lot of trauma.
Fortunately, the shields in their hands came in handy.
Hawke saw a demon wolf pounce on him, he raised the shield in his hand forward, and a piercing sound immediately sounded, he knew that it was the sound of the demon wolf's claws grasping the shield.
Fortunately, the leader was prescient, and Hawke was glad at the moment. Thinking like this in his heart, he stabbed the knight's sword in his hand directly into the head of the demon wolf, then drew back the knight's sword, raised it high, and fell heavily, and a huge wolf head was immediately split in two, and the whole process was completed in one go.
It can be seen that he has obviously improved a lot from the previous battle.
"Morgan, how many have you killed?" Hawke asked rather relaxedly, and Morgan's voice came from behind him, "Two, don't distract me, these brutes are not easy to deal with." ”
"Cut~," Hawk made a disdainful voice, "Look at the boss and Roy, they are chasing these beasts everywhere to kill, I just counted, Roy has killed four, and the boss has already killed eight." ”
"Don't distract me," Morgan said through gritted teeth, "Damn, another guy has fallen, his head is thrown out with his spine thrown out, these damn brutes! How many of them are there!"
Roy was still rushing forward like a tank at this time, he held a shield in his left hand, and a wolf tooth chain hammer larger than his head in his right hand.
This weapon was carefully selected for him by Payne, who found Roy to be a good fit for this type of weapon, especially when he picked up the mace on the other end of the chain, which looked like an uncivilized barbarian, and the whining sound of the mace made by the mace was creepy when he heard it in the back.
Hopefully the chain is strong enough not to break, he thought.
The formation of the group was devised by Payne himself, with two or three men back to back in a circle, while he and Roy ran around the circle.
This can not only reduce the pressure on others, but also support any group at any time, the key is that five groups of people can also support each other, and for now, his tactics are relatively successful, at least no one is injured.
But it would cost a lot of stamina, especially for him and Roy, but the last thing they lacked right now was stamina.
The three commanders and the knight captain were now standing on the side of the ship looking down on the whole situation, and the shouts and fighting that shook the night sky were constantly filling their ears and hitting their hearts.
Acrylic watched the mercenaries on the shore fall one by one, his brows tightened again and again, and now they were completely screwed together, "Damn, those brutes haven't appeared yet!"
Bailey looked up at the Golden-Eyed Eagle in the air, exhaled a puff of smoke, shook his head and did not make a sound, but shifted his gaze to Harding.
Cavaliers captain Alden snorted coldly, he had already warned Feywood Harding that such a tragedy would not have happened if he had gone into the city for the night as he had said and docked the supply ship in a fortress-like closed dock.
If there is no accident this time, it is fine, once the situation gets out of control and the materials are damaged, he will definitely send the arrogant mercenary in front of him to the guillotine.
However, the current situation has not yet reached this point, he saw his knights rushing back, they are like a dazzling silver shuttle in the night, shuttling through the entire battlefield, and the return of the knights has undoubtedly made this tragic battle develop on the good side.
The Hurricane Knights were indeed an invincible and brave army, and their bravery quickly drove the mood of the mercenaries, making their fighting spirit suddenly high, and in just a quarter of an hour, the number of demon wolves had plummeted to four or five hundred.
This made many people realize that victory was just around the corner.
Karma... ,Karma... , Karma....
The four commanders looked at the direction of the Golden-Eyed Eagle's alarm at the same time, and their cries were so hoarse that it meant that the real demon had appeared.