Duhad is a werewolf, he is over fifty years old, he is a rare birthday star of ordinary werewolves, he has not been favored by the gods of heaven in his life, it can be said that he is poor, God did not give him a good body so that he can cultivate, can rob other races, so he is not looked down on by other werewolf girls, this is the most normal thing among werewolves who advocate strength.

Thankfully, his age had given him enough experience to become a guide, a guide to the army.

It is very difficult to find the right path in the vast savannah, you don't have to live in the desert, there are all kinds of beasts and monsters, some of them are more than a hundred large carnivores, if you dive into it without knowing it, you can imagine a chicken flying in front of a hungry wolf on its own.

So Duhard is quite satisfied, every day just showing the way, you can eat with a mouth full of oil, in the eyes of others is very relaxed, and even some people start to be jealous of Duhard, but the serious consequences of missing a guide make them think twice.

Today was no exception, with Duhad riding an old wolf at the front of the group, and from time to time he got off the wolf to observe on the ground.

"Yes. Suddenly, there was a tremor on the ground, and Duhad couldn't help but be startled and hurriedly looked around.

In the distance, a black line began to rush in his direction, and the vibration came from the direction of the black line.

"This seems to be the movement of a large group of people and horses, not a demonic beast attacking, a team of people and horses came from the elder Qianfu, I don't know what it does. Duhard hurriedly ran to the commander and told him what he had discovered.

"Well, I know, you go down!" The commander kept polishing the leather whip in his hand: "Come on, go and ask them what part they are and why they are here." ”

The commander's face was as usual, not frightened by the sound from afar, this is on the edge of the werewolf power, but there has never been any enemy here, he also knows that the tribe is at war with the humans, it is not that he laughs at the humans, as far as he knows, these cowards have never dared to enter this steppe, and the army of the human dynasty has not conquered this beautiful land for thousands of years.

But as the commander of the escort of grain and grass, he is responsible for the 200,000 werewolves on the front line, so he can only be cautious and cautious.

One of the centurions under the commander of the thousand soldiers, according to the custom, with his own personal guards, about ten people walked out of the team escorting grain and grass, and rode his own wolf to stand about a hundred meters in front of the team, waiting for the other party's arrival.

The centurion knew that his boss loved face the most, so in order to gain his superior's appreciation, he decided to greet the visitors in front of him with his most powerful side.

"Hey, something is wrong with this voice. The centurion said suspiciously.

"Brother, are you thinking about your wife again. One of the guards next to him said malice, and then looked at the centurion's lower body with his wolf eyes.

The guards next to him laughed loudly.

Knowing that seeing that the centurion's face was a little dark, these guards restrained their smiles, straightened their expressions, and tried to make a serious appearance, but the corners of their mouths that twitched from time to time betrayed their mood.

The black line is near, and you can already see the shadowy figure.

The centurion turned his face back to indifference, and with a hint of arrogance, it was their pride to be able to transport food and grass for 200,000 werewolves, otherwise why not choose someone else.

The black line is close again, and the appearance of the werewolves in the black line is also clearly visible, but why do these werewolves look a little incongruous, and the rumbling sound is getting louder and louder, although there are more and more doubts in his heart, but the centurion still straightens his body, just to make a good impression in front of his boss.

The werewolf who took the lead on the opposite side was already less than a hundred meters away from the centurion, and with good eyesight, the centurion had to observe each other carefully.

It's just that why they haven't stopped, the centurion's mind is becoming more and more confused, why are they still sprinting, shouldn't they slow down according to etiquette?

"Stop. The centurion shouted vigorously, and a loud voice spread between heaven and earth.

The commander of the team had already noticed the situation here, and he knew that his subordinate was very stable, what kind of situation made him so gaffe.

Something shocking happened, after the centurion's heavy drinking, the figure of the werewolf on the opposite side began to slowly fade.

A hideous and terrifying carriage appeared in front of them, and the werewolf suddenly didn't know how to react, and stayed where he was, not only the impact of this never-before-seen chariot on them, but also the people on the chariot.

Although the people on the chariot were tall and did not match the humans they remembered, the size, the face, the armor they were wearing, the uniform movements, and most importantly, the hunting flame banner on the chariot all showed that they were human.

"Enemy... The centurion reacted the quickest and immediately began shouting, trying to alert his superiors.

It's just that his movements are too sluggish, and after he has drunk heavily, the humans have bullied him less than fifty meters in front of him, and by the time he comes back to his senses and begins to remind the commander, the chariot is already less than ten meters away from him, what can ten meters do in front of the fast running horses? The answer is nothing.

A sharp halberd pierced his body, lifted him high into the air, threw him into the air, and then fell to the ground and was run over by the hooves and wheels of the horses behind him. One chariot after another sped by, and with a slight jolt it burst forward again, leaving behind a mass of stuffing on the ground that was not discernible of what it was made of, and the slightest trace of blood was still flowing, converging into a small blood-red pit in the lower places.

The commander of the team noticed that something was wrong, and he saw that his men were provoked and thrown away by a strange weapon. His reaction was quite quick, he reached out and pulled out his love knife, and his feet clamped on the wolf's stomach, and the wolf began to run forward in pain.

"Quick, get ready to meet the enemies, grab your weapons, mount your mounts, and kill them with me. As he ran, the commander used the whip in his hand to wake up the soldiers who were still in a daze, and led the soldiers to try to block the charge of the chariot.

This is the first time that chariots have appeared in war, and before the appearance of chariots, the most impactful class of human beings is the heavy cavalry, which is the elite selected by thousands of people in the entire kingdom, and the strength of weapons, mounts, and armor are the best choice. Therefore, this army is generally not dispatched, and whenever they appear, it is the moment when the victory can be decided, and the commander has never seen the spectacular scene of heavy cavalry charging.

But today he saw another more impactful type of troops, the rumbling wheels shook the heavens and the earth, the chariot drove by like a harvester driving through a wheat field, the werewolf soldiers were the wheat in the wheat field, and the barbarians with halberds were farmers, and the halberd aimed the hooked side at the werewolf's neck, and there was no need to do anything, just hold the weapon in his hand tightly, and then wait for the chariot to pass by, with the speed of the chariot, the sharp halberd cut off the werewolf's head in an instant.

Or aim the halberd head at the werewolf's body, and the halberd head will pierce the werewolf's body with the impact of the chariot in a staggered moment, and then these powerful barbarians will shake the werewolf on the halberd with a flick of the halberd, and the werewolf may crash into the chariot, be hit by the high-speed chariot again, or be smashed to the ground and run over by the wheels behind・・・・・・

Either way, the werewolf is dead.

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