Chapter 149: A Hot-Blooded Man
"Warriors, think of the safety of your loved ones, of the glory of the elves. Even if it is difficult to survive, you must leave a name in the world!" Robin saw the other party's entire army set out, and knew that the critical moment was coming. He roared loudly, cheering desperately.
At this time, the morale of the troops was very low, and it was all supported by a strong will, and if the situation could not be reversed in time and morale boosted, it would collapse in an instant.
With all the trees dead and the door panels that served as shields destroyed one after another, mere defense becomes pointless, but rather accelerates demoralization and increases casualties.
Robin believes that the best way to boost morale is to fight with the white knuckle, even if it causes huge casualties, as long as it can stimulate the blood of the troops, it is not without a fight.
"We are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice, we are not afraid of burning ourselves in the fire, we will tear the invaders to pieces one by one!" he raised his arms.
"Shred!" the crowd shouted.
"Shred!" the second general roared in the sky.
"Shred!" The three old men burst into tears,
"Warriors, charge!" Robin took the lead and led the team to rush over. Arnold and the little madman brandished their weapons and guarded him around.
The finished characters of the three were arranged like sharp wedges, and they plunged into the wolves. Their martial arts skills are exquisite, and they open and close widely, instantly involving most of the werewolves of the Chinese army.
The left and right flanks led by Andy and Cantona were in critical condition. The two sides were completely defeated by the ruthlessness of the werewolves, and as soon as they fought, they were beaten back.
The team soon shrank into an elongated phalanx and was severely suppressed.
The werewolves on both sides took advantage of the victory to pursue, killing from beginning to end, completely surrounding the coalition forces and beginning to intersperse and harvest.
The sky is dark, the sun and the moon are dark!
All of them gritted their teeth and brandished their weapons desperately, blocking wave after wave of werewolf attacks. Even if it's a small brick, it feels like a big knife is danced!
The screams were incessant, and the blood gradually gathered into a river.
The three old men, covered in blood, stood tall in the ranks, doing their best to resist the onslaught from all sides.
Sweat clouded his eyes, and his palms were heavy. Elon was dizzy and out of breath. He looked around and saw that there were only seventy or eighty men left in the team who could still fight, and the rest had fallen to the ground and left with a long resignation. And the number of werewolves on the other side has doubled!
"Ahh
"Fanny, Seedorf!" Elon shouted resolutely, "Remember the forbidden spell taught by the teacher, come on!" and sat down on the ground.
The two looked at each other, nodded without hesitation, and sat down, reaching out their hands left and right, against Elon's shoulders.
The incantation sounded, and the three of them began to glow, and the light traveled all over their bodies, solemn and majestic. The werewolves around them suddenly felt a fear that penetrated deep into their bones, and they looked at each other in horror and hesitated.
"Get out!" Elon roared, his palms spread out, and a bright light enveloped several werewolves.
Without making a sound, they instantly turned into black powder and dissipated with the wind!
The rest saw that the situation was not good, turned and fled backwards. was waved by the old man's palms, and dissipated by successive hits.
This is a ninth-level magic - the Great Blight Technique, once it is hit and exempted, it will lose all water and instantly carbonize, which is very cruel.
When the teacher was teaching, he especially emphasized that this trick is harmful to heaven and harmony, and it should not be used unless it is absolutely necessary. Unexpectedly, the three apprentices' magic talents were not high, and they stopped at the level of the grandmaster, and they were never able to use it.
In desperation, he taught a set of magic combo techniques, which can temporarily increase the recipient's magic power by one level through elemental exchange, so as to make a forbidden spell.
The price of this is that the caster will have a disordered energy, lose his ability to meditate, and become a complete waste! Therefore, the three of them have never used it since they learned it, and they thought that they would never use it for the rest of their lives. But I didn't expect that the providence would make people, and the Great Blight Technique would see the light of day again.
At this time, Ailong's clothes fluttered in the wind, and his whole body was filled with surging magical energy, as if he could pluck the sun with his hand and extinguish the moon with a breath.
"This may be the last time I'll use magic!" he sighed inwardly, but his hand didn't stop, and he quickly wiped off the dozens of werewolves around him.
"It's your turn, culprit!" the old man stared at Davis, his palms out, aiming at the other man. Vanney and Seedorf worked hard, gritting their teeth and holding on.
Although the wolf king lost the ability to think, he instinctively felt the danger. He dodged left and right, and got rid of the light one after another. Elon roared again and again, unreasonably and desperately made moves, and finally shot the opponent.
The body of the wolf king, the body is strong. He crossed his hands in front of him and successfully avoided one after another, only suffering minor injuries.
Elon was unwilling and bit his lip angrily, ready to launch a second blow. Unexpectedly, Vanney and Seedorf dried up at this time, and both fell to the ground.
The surrounding werewolves were suppressed and destroyed for a while, and they were angry. When he saw the three old men fall to the ground one after another, he finally couldn't hold back his excitement and rushed over with his claws.
"It's a big deal!" the old men closed their eyes together, and all their thoughts were empty.
"Hugh hurt my father!" Cantona swung his slender twin swords and rushed straight in front of Fanny, like a mad tiger, not giving an inch, completely fighting with his life.
"Kill!" he roared, and his right sword stabbed straight out, passing through the bodies of the two werewolves one after another, knocking them out, and at the same time, with the rotation of his body, his left sword slashed horizontally, cutting off the sideways enemy.
With a sharp pain in his chest, he struggled to lower his head, and found that a wolf claw had actually penetrated through the back of his chest, poked out of his chest, and ripped bones and organs. "Ahh
Blood poured out, and he felt the world spin around, and his life was rapidly fading away. "Falling leaves fly!" Cantona gathered all his strength, and with a wave of his hands, two long swords flew out with a whirl, cutting off several heads.
"I have the intention to kill the thief, but I can't return to the sky!" he sighed, and finally couldn't hold on, and fell to the ground in a pool of blood.
"Son, you can't die!" Vanney struggled to crawl over, hugging the elven prince's increasingly cold body, old tears streaming down his face.
Blood gushed out, Cantona breathed, and sighed softly, "I really want to play again, under the moonlight......" He looked at the blue sky dejectedly, and his pupils began to diverge.
At the end of his life, the elven prince seemed to see a beautiful red figure, dancing in the moonlight, and shyly lifted the veil.
This became the last memory of his life.
"Son, you can't die!" Vanney sat on the ground like a walking corpse, his eyes wandering hollow, and he held his dead son and refused to let go.
Elon and Seedorf struggled to their feet, picked up the slender sword that Cantona had dropped, and with death in their eyes, they rushed forward together, tangling with the werewolves.
At the same time, the second general Hum Ha in front of the team finally ushered in the biggest crisis in his life. (To be continued.) )