"I am High Lord Westonsting. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

An indifferent voice sounded, and at the same time, thousands of werewolves who were ready to attack moved.

A wolf howl exploded in the rainy night, echoing in the mountains and forests, and the werewolf with fierce eyes opened its bloody mouth and pounced on Albert and the others.

"Chevis, hold the vampire, I'll help you right away. Before he could finish speaking, Albert had already rushed in front of Padwin. The 3,000-pound black blade was as light as nothing in his hands, and the black sword light cut through the rainy night like meteors.

At the same time, Cevis spreads his wings and flies towards the vampire Westen, his massive body palpitating like a mountain.

Not to be outdone, Joanna, Catherine, and Shadow rose to their feet like arrows from a string to meet the thousands of menacing werewolves.

The three marched side by side, charging and slaughtering in the werewolf legion. In the face of three powerful Gold-level masters, the gray-haired werewolf fell like cutting wheat, and he was completely powerless to parry. But the three of them did not kill them, but only incapacitated their opponents, after all, these werewolves were nothing more than innocent villagers. Of course, if the situation becomes crisis in the end, that's a different story.

On the other side of the battlefield, the battle between Chevis and Witton Stin also began.

Witton Sting's face always had a faint smile on his face, but his mood was not as relaxed as it seemed.

He knew very well that although Albert was the leader of the whole team, the strongest thing was the hybrid between this dragon and wurm.

Witton Sting flew high into the air, dodging the spurt of sour breath, and then raised his hand to summon a viscous red light that was as thick as blood, and shot at Chevis.

Chevis stared at Westonstin and didn't dodge it, opening up and exhaling another stream of acid, dispersing the red light. At the same time, he accelerated abruptly, charging at his opponent at a high speed that was extremely inconsistent with his size.

Witton Stone's agility dodged the impact, a look of confusion in his eyes.

Chevis's taste seemed familiar, but he was sure he had never seen this monster before.

At that moment, Chevis turned his massive body, slightly retracted his dragon wings, and swooped down towards Westensteen like a meteor.

Dodging Chevis's onslaught again, Westonsting's eyes lit up, "I remember, you are a bipedal poison dragon who came to the surface world with me. He still had a faint smile on his face, happy to solve the doubts in his heart, indifferent to the plight of the werewolf army below. He didn't care about the life or death of a group of slaves, and he now had new doubts, what happened in the meantime, how could the bipedal poison dragon become like this?

While dodging Chevis's attack, Witton Stin asked, "Little one, tell me, who made you like this?"

"I'll tell you the answer when I get over you. Chevis roared angrily, trying to prove himself in front of Albert, but the damn vampire was as hard to catch as a loach.

The two sides were inseparable, but Albert and Padwin stopped where they were, not moving.

They were like two statues, staring at each other without even blinking their eyes. Albert's hands trembled, and the blow made his arm numb. Padwin, who was not far away, was equally uncomfortable, as evidenced by the deep bone-visible blood on his right arm.

"Damn shit, what the hell have you done. Padwin growled.

He looked at the hideous wound on his arm that was rapidly healing, and his eyes were full of anger and consternation.

Just now, when he touched Albert's weapon, the blood poison power in his body seemed to be imprisoned by something unknown.

Even if it's only for a split second, and it's only a small part, there is no room for error in the battle between masters, and any details and small changes can make the difference between victory and defeat. If it weren't for what had happened, he wouldn't have been hurt, Padwin thought to himself. He can't fail, he's put in too much effort since being transformed into a werewolf by a vampire, and these efforts, all for today.

Although this encounter was not the best time, he had to kill Albert and be disgraced.

Padwin believed he could succeed, and during this time, he not only gained great strength, but also trained in demonic martial arts.

"Whew!" a wolf howl resounded through the sky, and anyone could hear the anger contained in it. Padwin sprang to his feet, razor-sharp claws in the air, and pounced on Albert with his bloody jaws open. Although he hadn't yet figured out where that strange power of imprisonment came from, this time he was fully prepared.

At the same time, Albert also moved, picking up the heavy "Black Blade" and slashing at Padwin's neck.

"Die!" Padwin roared hysterically, swinging his claws towards Albert's chest and skull.

He didn't do it with the intention of dying together, and even after becoming a werewolf, Padwin still did not forget the idea of nobility, and noble nobles would not fight with lowly commoners. Not only that, but he loves life more than ever.

Werewolves cannot be resurrected by vampires, and if they die again, they will be completely destroyed.

The reason why he did not dodge Albert's attack was because he was sure that Albert was also afraid of death.

Alas, Padwin was wrong. Albert ignored the sharp claws and fangs, and slashed at the opponent's neck without stopping.

The crisp impact sound sounded almost at the same time as the sound of cutting flesh, and the "black blade" in Albert's hand was deeply embedded in Padwin's neck, but Padwin's attack did not work, not only did the fangs not taste the taste of blood, but also broke a few, and the sharp claws failed to pierce Albert's chest, as if Albert's tattered leather armor still hid a plate armor, and it was a very high-quality plate armor.

In the next second, Padwin fell.

He opened his mouth wide to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

Padwin's eyes were about to fade with confusion and reluctance, and he wondered what was going on.

"The conceit hastened your death, but I won't tell you why, you will die in confusion. Albert lowered his head slowly, staring at Padwin with a grim gaze, "But I can tell you that you shouldn't be my enemy, let alone Joe's crooked ideas." As he spoke, he tightened the hilt of the "Black Blade" sword in his hand, "I have never treated you as an opponent, but I want to thank you, thank you for being resurrected so that I can kill you with my own hands." ”

Padwin said silently, blood splattering from his neck with every word he spoke.

Albert understood, it was a begging for mercy.

Although Padwin looks like he is dying, the werewolf is more resilient than the red dragon, and it only takes a little time for him to recover.

However, Albert was not going to let Padwin go, and he even wanted to kill Padwin a few more times if he could.

Albert smiled gently, then scowled, and cut off Padwin's head.

Looking at the poisonous power of blood rising like smoke and finally dissipating in the air, Albert's mood was finally calmed. Only now did he understand why Padwin didn't have any pleasure when he committed suicide in the Crouching Tiger's lair, because the hatred between them had not been cut back then.

It wasn't until this moment that the battle between the two really came to an end.