Robin and the two generals took the lead, arranged in a zigzag pattern, and directly took the opponent's Chinese army. In an instant, the weapon flew and the head rolled off, and there was a roar of rage.

Their bravery stunned the wolves, and the main force immediately outflanked them, surrounded them and launched a tidal attack.

Although the three of them couldn't see the scene behind them clearly, they could hear the sound of the elven warriors howling miserably and falling to the ground one after another, and their hearts were on fire and soared into the sky.

"Come on!" they roared in unison, unleashed their ultimate, and began to fight for their lives!

Arnold entered a state of madness, desperately urging the red cloud, inspiring a flame nearly a foot long. He raised his hands in the air, waved them from side to side, and spat out flames. The giant sword swept across a large area like chopping melons and vegetables.

The little madman's lightning piercing the clouds was exerted to the extreme, and his whole body was invisible. Swift and fast, the two short swords with a cold glow, like a zigzag lightning, kept slashing through the werewolf's neck, like a ghost!

Robin's performance was perfect, too. He wielded a spear like a poisonous snake spitting apricots, repeatedly piercing the werewolf's heart and flying it out heavily. The hooves under their feet were not idle, kicking and kicking in front of the horses, and kicking all the werewolves who couldn't dodge them away.

The werewolves are mad and fearless, ferocious, and rely on the advantage of numbers to approach us. There were even many werewolves who were seriously injured and fell to the ground, crawling and struggling forward, behaving extremely crazy.

The more everyone was beaten, the more frightened they became, and they tried their best to not give an inch!

The frenzied time finally ended, Arnold was dizzy in his head, a sense of weakness came to his mind, and the speed of his moves slowed down a lot, and he began to enter a period of weakness.

"Whew!" A fallen werewolf approached, grabbed his left leg, and bit him. "Damn!" came a sharp pain, and Arnold was furious, and his left palm reached out, breaking his neck.

After a moment's pause, several more werewolves rushed over. The two bit their shoulders, and blood gushed out instantly, and the rest hung on their arms, pulling desperately.

"Get out!" Arnold's fighting spirit flashed wildly, and his body spun violently like a big windmill, throwing all the werewolves on his body away. He had no end left, so he simply clenched the giant sword and spun into the wolves, flying like a meat grinder with minced meat.

"Poof!" a badly wounded werewolf spewed out a large mouthful of blood and smeared Arnold's face.

There was blood red in front of me, and I couldn't see anything clearly. He wiped his face before several werewolves rushed at him, knocked him down and pounced on him frantically.

"Arnold!" the little madman was shocked, and two short swords came out of his hand, beheading the werewolf on the giant man's body.

When he loses his weapon, his attack power decreases dramatically. Hordes of werewolves are pouring in, and in an instant they are about to be drowned.

"I'll hold your lungs!" the little madman glared angrily, like a mad tiger. I saw him shout, jump high, and crash into the wolves.

"Whew!" several pairs of sharp claws waved desperately, trying to disembowel him, but the other party rolled and threw himself at his feet, grabbed one with one hand, lifted it upside down, and danced fiercely.

"Whoa!" the werewolf flew upside down in the air, slamming into his companion with a shattering of bones and a terrible howl. The wolves flew out and formed a hill.

As soon as the siege was cleared, Robin fell to the ground again, his hooves kicking desperately, and the blood was raging. The two generals looked at each other, pounced without hesitation, and after smashing him indiscriminately, pulled him up from the ground.

The three of them were as brave as ever, but the werewolves still did not decrease, tearing and biting after surrounding everyone, and squeezing densely together.

Time flies, and half an hour is coming. There were less than ten survivors on the battlefield, and all of them were wounded, and they were completely surrounded by werewolves.

Finally to the point of exhaustion, the big guy relied on his tenacious will to make the last struggle. They had no hope of survival, and only hoped that they could kill a few more werewolves and hold back as long as possible so that their loved ones could escape.

......

Arnold finally couldn't dance, one arm drooping in a strange position, his arm was covered with bones, and the other arm was barely standing on the greatsword, the little madman was holding two leg bones in his hands, foaming blood in his mouth, smashing and stumbling in a delirium, Robin and Andy were unable to struggle, closing their eyes and waiting for death, Fanny was already exhausted with Cantona's corpse.

Elon and Seedorf also took off their swords and sat down on the ground. The werewolf hated them to death, and refused to kill them easily, but frantically bit his legs and dragged them away, trying to torture them to death.

On the verdant lawn, there were two deep blood marks, which were shocking.

"Whew!" the wolf king roared to the sky, tasting the joy of victory. He came to Elon's side with saliva, looking at the other party's angry appearance, subconsciously feeling a little familiar, inexplicably unbearable, and hesitated.

"Miscellaneous, come on!" said Along, struggling to spit and spray it in his face. Davis's black hair exploded, and the beast once again took over the command of the body, roaring angrily, ordering several werewolves to pounce again and bite down head-on!

"Old friend, see you in the next life!" Ailong's mind recalled the scene of the three friends galloping on the grassland and living happily in his youth, and the corners of his mouth hooked, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Just as they were about to bite off his neck, the werewolves invariably felt an incomparable momentum and began to tremble involuntarily.

A rainbow crossed the sky, and a looming light flashed, with a piercing sonic boom.

A werewolf fled in horror, desperately dodged, and jumped behind a tree.

With a pop, the light slammed into the trunk of the tree, bursting out as if it were nothing, and then the remnants pierced the other's skull, pinning it to the ground.

The spear, if spiritual, rises again into the air, flips and jumps, pierces the other, and then flies again, killing all the werewolves besieging Elon.

The old man heard the swishing sound twice, and he couldn't see anything, but the other party fell to the ground one after another, and he died!

"Which hero is helping?" the old man shouted in horror. The second general opened his mouth and laughed miserably with blood: "It's finally here, cough cough!"

I only heard a voice that was not angry but mighty sounded from the sky, floating from afar: "Demon beasts are raging, endangering the world, their crimes should be punished, and they will all be killed!"

Before he could finish speaking, a terrifying giant spider fell from the sky, spitting silver filaments from its mouth and shooting out like bullets. All the werewolves were impaled together, and they rose from the ground involuntarily, and all of them hung up on the treetops.

There was a large silver wire net that trapped all the werewolves. The more they struggled, the tighter they tightened. In the end, they were all wrapped in a large cocoon and couldn't move.

Davis's heart-rending howl was faintly heard, as if he was repenting of his crimes, and after a few breaths, he completely disappeared.

"If you knew today, why bother in the first place!" Ailong's eyes were hazy with tears, and he slowly closed his eyes. When he was about to fall unconscious, he vaguely saw a familiar figure and strode over. (To be continued.) )