Albert and Chevis collide in search of opportunities, at the cost of deep wounds. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAs time passed, Douglas seemed to have had enough, and his attacks became more and more deadly, no longer just forcing the two of them back like before, no, sangyong.

At the same time, Joanna and the others on the ground are not having a good time, or worse.

Although the strength of Joanna and the others is undoubted, the number of werewolves is too many, and in the face of the endless, fearless werewolves, even the orc Bavin, who is bleeding from battle, has a big headache.

If it weren't for the silver-plated weapons given by Albert, and more importantly, the team spirit, they would have been swallowed up by 5,000 ferocious werewolves in an instant.

At the beginning of the battle, Joanna and the others gathered together and sent ten men around a solid circular barrier, while the rest hid in the barrier to rest, changing a group of people every few moments. This tactic may seem simple, but it works well against werewolves who don't have ranged units. Not only do they reduce the number of werewolves they face at the same time, but they also help those around them, and they give everyone time to rest and bandage their wounds.

The only thing that needs to be noted, and what must be done, is that you can't take half a step back no matter what, that will harm everyone.

Despite this, the tidal werewolves still pose a great threat to everyone.

An unlucky orc was hit three times in a row by the werewolf, and it was the same place, which caused his lower abdomen to be almost opened, and his intestines and blood flowed out in an instant, like a waterfall pouring down. A minotaur hurriedly took the place of the injured orc, but the orc was still dead, and he refused to take the healing potion, knowing that it was useless, and instead left the potion for those who needed it. Before dying. He was still apologizing to the crowd: "Sorry guys, I can't fight anymore. ”

The faint sound was not enough to drown out the noisy howls of the werewolves, but it reached everyone's ears, and even the two girls felt the camaraderie between the men.

"Maddie!"

Bawen roared, staring at his bloodshot eyes. "My friends, show these dogs how powerful orc warriors are!" he roared like a beast, and the great axe became more powerful, and the werewolves who pounced on him were decapitated, and if it weren't for the protection of the resting people behind him, he would have rushed into the wolves.

"Roar!" The other two orc warriors were also not to be outdone, and the battle axes in their hands were like the scythes of death, wantonly harvesting the lives of werewolves.

For a time, the tragic atmosphere infected everyone.

"Bawin. It's not just orcs who can fight, but minotaurs are also fearless. Duncan and the minotaur he led swung a thousand-pound totem pole in their hands, smashing the werewolf in front of them into a pulp, and the sharp sound of bone shattering hit people's eardrums.

Catherine had forgotten her race, and she had forgotten the race of the people around her, and at this moment, they were just comrades-in-arms. The arrows could not inflict fatal wounds on the werewolves, so Catherine put away her bow and arrows. Picking up the double knife and standing at the front, her movements are like a dance. Graceful and light, under this death waltz, the werewolves fell one by one.

"For the sake of the dead companions. Joanna didn't hold back any more, and a golden light lit up the night sky, and in the brilliant light, a delicate and hard golden armor was condensed. Long silky crimson hair fluttering. Her countenance was solemn, like that of a beautiful and majestic goddess. Her sword-swinging movements were beautiful, but at the same time, they were also filled with incomparably blood, and one after another golden sword qi surged out, and the werewolf fell like wheat harvesting.

The only one who remained calm was Ei. He doesn't understand those complicated feelings yet, but that doesn't change the fact that he's the most competent one. The magic puppet does not need to rest, from the beginning of the battle to the present, he has been at the forefront, the two powerful combat professions of ranger and ancient magician, are vividly shown by the shadow, his attacks are unpredictable, and the werewolves in front of him are piled up.

Dodom and the others behind the barrier were also eager to try, but reason told them that they needed to rest more now, and only by recovering more physical strength could they cope with the more brutal tests that followed.

As the corpses of the werewolves mounted, Joanna, who was the first to wake up from her rage, found a good solution.

"Use the corpse of a werewolf!" she shouted like a man, letting go of the tenderness that belonged to the girl. "Come and join me in expanding the battle circle, Dodom, and take the rest to build a makeshift shelter out of the corpses. Joanna commanded in such an orderly manner that she didn't even know how she did it, as if she was supposed to be a commander.

Hearing Joanna's words, everyone took action, and no one questioned it.

Of course, it's not because Joanna is Albert's girlfriend, these outlaws who have been in the gladiatorial arena don't eat this set, what really convinces these guys is the strength and ability that Joanna has shown.

Under Joanna's command, six men joined and expanded the barrier. The crowd crossed a hill of werewolf corpses, while Dodom and the others began to build a makeshift wall out of the corpses, which was the best thing to do, even though it was inhumane to desecrate them, if not to want more people to die.

"At least five meters tall, Dodom, hurry. Joanna fights and turns back from time to time to direct the construction work, the ogre has no talent for construction, she has to be on the side to guide. "The triangle is stronger, and it's easier for us to climb up, oh, big guy, what are you doing? The slope is left for us, isn't there a slope outside to help the werewolves?" she was like a nagging housewife at this point.

Dodom was angry. Dodom said angrily, venting his dissatisfaction.

Of course, the movements in his hands did not stop, and the corpses of werewolves were still piled up. He knew he couldn't beat Joanna, and that now wasn't the time to fight.

Moments later, the first "building" in the orc's life was finally completed.

It was a small fortress three meters long and five meters wide, and although it looked very ugly, even disgusting, and frightening, it at least looked sturdy enough.

"Hide in a shelter. After giving the order, Joanna and the others went into the "fortress", and as soon as they entered, a disgusting smell came to their faces. Joanna didn't even dare to look at the walls that were made of limbs and bodies. Oh no, damn Dodom even used the severed wolf head.

With a sigh of relief, Joanna held back her breath and continued to give orders.

He had Shadow guard the entrance, and the group took turns ascending the "walls" to kill the werewolves who tried to climb up. The massive ogres and minotaurs, on the other hand, look for an opportunity to get more corpses and make the walls taller and stronger. (To be continued.) )