The west wind slowly became more lonely, and the iron horse broke through the royal city.

Facing the rising sun, stepping on the snow, leaving Ling Feng behind, a thousand wild wolves roared silently, their eyes had already penetrated the solid and heavy city wall, and shot into the place where tens of millions of people lived.

With fiery eyes, scarlet tongues, and sharp eyes, the two thousand Sky Wolf Warriors did not lower their bodies to reduce resistance as they had done before, but held their heads and chests high, and the cold wind hit their chests, unable to blow the flames in their hearts down even a bit.

Once upon a time, the wolf warriors, known as the first wolf riders on the mainland, fell into the snow field and evolved into a group of thieves who everyone hated and avoided!

Once upon a time, the wolf athlete blew fire in the cold night, playing the rough wolf piano in his hand, listening to the simple vicissitudes of life in his ears but no longer clear old songs, recalling the old glory of childhood that was deep in the soul, silently wet face, until he hugged his head and howled.

Once upon a time, the knife that had been sharpened countless times seemed so heavy that cutting off the head and drinking blood could not bring pleasure, but could only add horizontal lines to the pillar of shame.

Once upon a time, I couldn't sleep on a cold night and remembered my hometown, the crescent moon in the sky and the ethereal songs, as well as the unforgettable graceful figure of the reincarnation, and the men with steely bodies hugged the sitting wolf and howled at the sky, praying in their hearts that the wind would turn and merge into the distant soul sound.

There is no family to return, relatives cannot be seen, there are ancestors who have no right to worship, there are clans that have no shame to accept, in the world, but there is nothing more miserable than this? What can inspire the fighting spirit more than this, and make people more willing to burn their souls and shed a drop of blood for it?

"Whew!"

A long howl pierced through the sky, and behind him were tens of thousands of responses, and the two thousand berserker warriors in the front row jumped up collectively. Like a row of moths that put out a fire, they pounced on the city wall together with the stout wolves that sat down. It seemed to be going to collapse and destroy it.

The battle against the bandits was fought several times, and the Sirius warriors became stronger and stronger. The number of people will not rise, and the number of wild wolves has finally been gathered, and Zhong Dahai will lead the team to act as the arrow to enter the city.

As long as the monks of the Inner Sect do not appear, Mr. Eight Fingers and the masters he "invited" will not show up; whether it is attacking the city or attacking the mountain, the countless sects of Ranwu City, large and small, are all solved by the Snow Wolf Knight himself.

In other words, the 100,000 wolf horsemen faced the mundane private soldiers, rogue bandits, and even market hooligans in the entire Randance City. More than 100,000 of them!

Lord Xiao has an order: calm the dance before sunset, and before the first dawn of the new year rises, this land that has been in turmoil for countless years will complete the change of sky.

With one block ten, what is it!

Traveling 400 miles a day in battle, what is it!

The atrium was filled with a fire, and the anxious pacing seemed to jump out of his chest, Zhong Dahai jumped up on his toes lightly, and his eyes shot flames as he looked at the high wall, as if it was a mortal enemy who did not share the sky.

"Kill!"

Capture the city in the shortest possible time. The only requirement was speed, the city gate was not enough for 100,000 people to pass through quickly, and the Sky Wolf warriors, who had the strongest mounts and the most tacit cooperation, were unwilling and could not waste a moment to climb directly over the city walls.

It's like the wind. The body was like electricity, and the two thousand wild wolves jumped up, and the strong muscle area stretched to the limit. The hair on the whole body stands up like a steel needle, straight up more than ten meters. In mid-air. I only heard the sound of brushing and pulling, and two thousand long ropes with hooks were like spiritual snakes spitting letters. Straight to the city wall.

For this siege, the wolf warriors took the snow peak as the training object on the Five Wolf Mountain, and they didn't know how much blood they shed and how many bones they broke after they stumbled, and they were already too ripe to be cooked.

Dozens of meters of city walls with no place to borrow?

The man is like a spirit ape zipping up, and the wild wolf spits out its red tongue and shows its claws, cutting directly into the smooth and hard stone wall, leaping like a fly. From a distance, the city wall looks like a mirror erected between heaven and earth, and countless white dots flow like droplets.

Xiangshang Go!

Kill it!

Crossing this barrier is glory, the road to home, and the time when the sword is hungry and bloody. In the blink of an eye, the city gate opened, and rows of snow-white poured into the city, and then turned into rows and then the city, scattered in all directions.

More people gathered towards the city wall, swooping towards the stone wall, there was no shortage of warriors in the 100,000 wolf riders, and climbing was not the patent of the werewolves.

Some fell, more people rushed up, some were wounded and some died, some cheered and some howled, the battle had not yet begun, and the heavens and the earth were filled with heroic energy, like a ball about to explode.

The warriors who rushed through the city walls did not pause, their swords unsheathed and their arrows wound, and eight long dragons swept around, running separately towards their targets. There seems to be an invisible net on the battlefield, connecting the leaders of each thousand-man team, guiding the path and direction, not bad.

After months of planning, each leader memorized the terrain of Ranwu City very well, and he didn't know how many times he wanted to go to the point he wanted to go, and the people he wanted to kill who wanted to seize the land, and he couldn't delay for a moment.

What's more, there is a quasi-chemical god monk in the army who can cover the whole city in the center, and the speed of the march is not fast, how can it not be rapid, and how can it not catch the opponent off guard.

"Fighters, scheming, there is a famous commander like Ben Shuai to command, if you can't win, you should be punished and reincarnated. ”

Mei Shuai's warning made everyone laugh, but they didn't think that what he said was the truth, and he could indeed keep the dead from entering reincarnation. The body was ten miles away, and Mei Shuai sent out one command after another, with a slightly happy expression.

"Don't say it, it's quite enjoyable. ”

Large-scale battles will always only exist in the mortal world, and no matter how clever the commander is, if he wants to command 100,000 monks to fight, he may not have this opportunity

The flood tide surged, and after entering the city, eight strong winds rolled up, and the streets, alleys, houses, and even rooftops were full of figures shuttling like the wind; I don't know who was the first to notice the anomaly, and who was the first to scream, and soon it continued into a wave of terror, causing bursts of wild screams.

The firecrackers are still ringing, the children are still making noise, and the panicked people are shouting in unison, each looking for and calling for their families, and running back to the harbor they think is safe.

A young child laughs and runs, unaware of the howling of dozens of wolves with claws comparable to their legs. Ignoring the panic around him, or hearing the desperate cries of his parents behind him, he was busy searching for his playthings. After chasing for a long time, he finally picked up a cannon with a burning letter but did not explode, and happily raised it above his head.

The top of the head was snow-white. A breeze swept across his face, and the child's smile froze on his face, blinking in astonishment.

He saw a flag, a banner leading dozens of knights riding wolves behind him, and the banner fluttering in the wind, and the fierce spirit rushed to the door.

Strangely, the toddler did not feel afraid.

He saw the knight holding the flag clearly, and looked at him holding the flag with both hands as if it were his own life, like a young child holding a cannon in his hand.

The same joy, the same joy, and a vigorous and high-spirited atmosphere.

Young children don't know what it is. But he saw the knight's face and his expression, and the knight seemed to sense the child's gaze, or rather, his figure, and plunged across the stirrup and saddle, leaving him with a bright smile.

The toddler didn't know that he was smiling, but understood that it was a gesture of kindness, and in politeness, he responded by giving the other a smile, only to land on the ass of the huge snow wolf.

Another wild wolf crossed overhead. The young boy saw it more clearly this time, and a thought suddenly flashed in his heart: Are these really wolves, different from the rumors!

The cries of the parents finally reached their ears, and the toddler looked back. I found my mother crying on the side of the street, and my father also had tears on his face, and he was dragging his mother to prevent her from rushing up. The toddler understood what they meant. Knowing that they were kicking themselves worried, I couldn't help but feel a little sad.

But. What are they worried about?

Thinking like this, the toddler unconsciously walked towards his parents. Without hesitation, one step at a time.

Wild wolves passed over his head, and the young child's vision was constantly blocked, and he waved his hand and said something.

"Nasty!"

The wolf could not understand this, the warriors on the wolf could not hear this, and the young boy realized that his anger was useless, so he simply ignored them and continued to walk. Just like he had just picked up the cannonball, he trotted all the way with broken steps and ran straight to his parents.

The parents of the young child saw him, and saw him stumbling back, still holding the cannon in his hand, and they looked at this scene in horror, as if they had seen the real fairy appear in front of them.

"Ahh

The toddler's mother couldn't bear it anymore, so she scratched the back of her husband's hand fiercely, and rushed out to her child while he was in pain and let go. The father stayed behind for a moment, bit his lip vigorously, seemed to curse something, and rushed out.

The wolves were running wildly, two big and one small, and the wolves were like a sweeping dragon, unable to prevent the family of three from converging in one place. Soon, the three of them were submerged in the wolves and firmly hugged each other.

The wind was strong, and the snow on the roofs on both sides was swept into the air, and the three people were dyed white, like a small mound of earth standing in the middle of the street. The people on both sides hid in the house, watching the scene with frightened eyes through the crack in the door, and occasionally a few cowardly sighs rang out, drowning in the wind and snow.

I don't know how long it took, the wolves were gone, the wind stopped, and the street that had been cleaned up was white, and there was a snowdrift in the center, like a grave.

A small red dot on the snowdrift suddenly moved for some reason, and then cracked and scattered like ice, revealing a small hand held high and a still bright smiling face.

"Mother, I picked it up. "The toddler proudly shows off.

"Good, good, good," the woman wiped tears with one hand and groped up and down the child with the other, as if to check if he was hiding anything.

"Daddy, I see wolves, there are so many wolves!" the young child twisted in his mother's arms, and turned his smug gaze to his father.

"Smack!", the young child grunched his mouth aggrievedly and wanted to cry.

"Little rabbit, see if I don't kill you!" the man rubbed his eyes with one hand and pinched the toddler's ass with the other.

"Does it hurt?"

The Thunderball series begins, ask for a monthly pass!

(To be continued......)