After one victory after another, Chebman gradually began to change, seeing the blood and flesh all over the ground no longer vomiting in the dark, and seeing werewolves being killed no longer hidden.

From the initial resistance, to the current initiative, the war has unconsciously changed him.

Chebman didn't realize that he no longer looked at Mo Xuan with colored glasses, and a feeling of admiration or something else appeared in his heart.

After the victory, the shouting and provocative voices of the Chebman group became lower and lower, and gradually disappeared, and the soldiers measured their ability to win battles, and this atmosphere was even stronger in the kingdom of Mali.

Obviously, although Mo Xuan's approach did not conform to their perception of war, it did not hinder their judgment, and many werewolf tribes and transport teams disappeared after attack, and they could better understand how lethal this approach was to werewolves.

Population is a measure of whether a race is strong enough, and the reason why human beings can gain a foothold on this continent is not only by relying on the top powerhouses who can be called the pillars, but also by the countless people who have gone forward and succeeded.

The same is true of the criteria for a werewolf.

"An hour break before we set off again. After eating, Mo Xuan stood on top of the chariot and passed his words.

The soldiers below did not complain, after these barbarians had been trained by Mo Xuan for several months, it could be said that the order and prohibition were completely in line with the standards of an elite warrior, and under the rendering of Mo Xuan's victories one after another, they suppressed the reluctance in their hearts and slowly forgot about it, and even those magicians began to adapt to the rhythm of life of the barbarians. Mo Xuan told them that everything was based on survival, if they dragged down the march of the army, in the absence of a way, in order to keep the safety of the brigade, they would abandon them, these learned magicians just lacked experience, not idiots, after reasoning and understanding, they began to move closer to the barbarians, and no one was willing to be left behind by their companions, wandering on the endless prairie and being eaten by unknown magical beasts.

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Boom, boom

Huge rain particles fell from the sky, and the biting cold of the messenger of the coming winter "cold" came out of the rain, causing the werewolves in the entire camp to shrink into tents with poor protection, and there were already timid werewolves praying that the great thunder would not come to their heads.

The sultry feeling of the rain made Abigai's mood even worse, which meant that he would not be able to communicate with his father for some time, and he would be ignorant of the situation in the rear.

And the most important thing for him now is to know what is going on in the rear?why the supplies are not yet available, the whole camp is sleepy, and those disobedient slaves even have the idea of resisting, and some small disturbances began to occur in the camp one after another, although they were all pressed down by Abigai, but no one knows that this is not a long-term solution.

If that plan had succeeded, they would have been in the warm house of humanity by now, but ・・・・・・.

Even though his father did not say the details, Abigai still had a bad feeling in his heart, it was likely that the plan had failed, and a trace of gloom began to spread in Abigai's heart.

Contrary to Abigai's mood, Potlime was very happy, seeing that the werewolf's attack was getting worse day by day, and Potlime knew that Mo Xuan had already wreaked havoc on the werewolf's transport team.

It's just that what the werewolves want to do, why their actions this time are so puzzling, if they attack alone, although they may not be able to capture Arrowstone Castle, they will definitely make the Kingdom of Mali suffer heavy losses.

The war situation in the north of the Kingdom of Mali is also known to Portlem, but Portlem does not think that the Moon people can pose any threat to the Kingdom of Mali for only one reason, and that is the number of magicians.

The Moon Kingdom is located in the mountains, the whole country is built on the mountainous area, the roads are uneven and rugged, although the area is several times larger than the Kingdom of Mali, but because of the road problems, the information exchange of the Moon Kingdom is very inconvenient, which also causes the atrophy of education, and in order to survive The men of the Moon Kingdom have been trained as warriors since they were young, they are not unaware of the power of magicians, but compared to the ethereal magicians, they believe more in warriors who are easier to be mastered by them.

In human warfare, the position of mages is very important, they are a collection of catapults, ballistas and other large siege equipment, and their destructive power on the battlefield is unparalleled.

A team of 100 people, equipped with three or five magicians, can even crush the same elite of 200 people to death.

It's like the era of queuing to play shooting, one side has artillery and the other side doesn't, it's definitely an unfair battle.

It stands to reason that the Moon Kingdom is suspected of colluding with the werewolves to attack the Mali Kingdom, but looking at the werewolves' current behavior is very different.

Portlem felt like he was walking in the dark, holding on to the wall, but he didn't know what was going on.

"They should be put to death. Potlaim said indignantly to his lieutenant.

The adjutant knew who the marshal was talking about, it was someone from the intelligence services of the kingdom, and in the adjutant's opinion, what the marshal said was not wrong at all, and those incompetent guys really deserved to be shot.

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"Aha, I said, it must be the spirits of our ancestors who are guiding us, otherwise why don't we have rain here and there is rain there. Finn shouted on the chariot, as excited as if he had discovered a new continent.

"That's right. ”

"Ancestors bless. ”

The other barbarians were just as excited.

The dense rain was like a curtain, dividing the whole world in two, and the position of Mo Xuan's convoy was just in the place where there was no rain, and not far from them, the rain crackled on the ground. And the sun is shining here, as if they are two worlds.

It was a miraculous natural phenomenon that made the whole convoy excited.

This phenomenon, which seemed very normal to Mo Xuan, caused these barbarians to pay attention to the name of ancestor blessing and the like, and the few humans called it a miracle, the most serious of which was Duhard, the old werewolf man, who knelt heavily on the ground, his forehead touched the ground and kept muttering something.

However, Mo Xuan didn't stop them, because Mo Xuan obviously felt that because of this incident, some sluggish and low morale began to rise.

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