Even the panicked Abigai calmed down, Abigai and the werewolf soldiers didn't see that in a tent, Bevis was sweating profusely, and the magic on his body couldn't help but inject into the totem in his hand, and the surrounding elements were also sucked into the totem.

Many shamans outside the tent rushed to this tent, and those who had already arrived poured their magic into the totem in an attempt to relieve the pressure on Bivis.

As a powerful shaman of the Wind Werewolf clan, Bivis's strength is quite strong, but under this kind of natural calamity-level flames, it is simply a fool's dream for a few people to want to protect a 10,000-level battalion.

Within a few minutes, the passport guarding the outside of the camp flickered a few times, and then vanished.

The werewolf soldiers, who had already calmed down, were even more flustered, just like a person who saw a rope of hope in a desperate situation and reached out to grab it, only to find that the shiny rope had decayed, and his despair was even stronger.

The tense thread in the hearts of the werewolf soldiers who had been fighting with humans for many days was completely broken at this moment, and they could no longer listen to anyone's commands, even if Abigai and his generals killed people one after another, they would only stabilize a small part of the werewolves.

Hundreds of giant eagles in the sky began to hover over the werewolf camp, and then one by one the clay pots were thrown from the giant eagles, without much effort, under the pull of gravity, the clay pots collided with the ground and burst, and the splattered grease ignited everything around.

After throwing the crockpot, the eagle knights flew towards the Arrowstone Fort, filled the crockpot and flew towards the werewolf camp, threw the crockpot down, flew back and repeated back and forth until the entire werewolf camp was ignited, and finally the rising flames brought up the air currents blew the eagles above unsteadily, and these eagle knights stopped adding fuel to the fire.

It's like a replica of the Werewolf Camp at Nail Castle, only this time the fire is bigger.

"You are the pride of the entire kingdom of Mali, you are the elite of the elite, you are the invincible sword of Mali, and now it is time for this sword to be unsheathed, I order, kill all the werewolves and leave not one behind. Standing at the gate, Portlem said to the Iron Rider below.

The iron horseman, who had long been enthusiastic, let out an earth-shattering roar: "Kill all the werewolves, no one will be left, kill all the werewolves, and no one will be left." ”

Hearing the voice below, Potlaim felt his blood boiling in his already old body: "Open the city gate." ”

"Crunch. There was a screeching sound, and the gates were opened.

"Boom, boom. The heavy cavalry began to run, and the sound of the earth-shattering horses' hooves sounded, and the powerful power shocked the surrounding soldiers, and at this moment they saw the demeanor of the sword of Mali.

The heavy cavalry rushed towards the werewolf camp, which was ignited by the flames like a torch in the night sky, marking its destination for the heavy cavalry.

"Stop. The heavy cavalry that had rushed to the gate of the werewolf camp slowly stopped under the guidance of the leader, and the rumbling footsteps began to stop.

Everyone looked at the huge torch in front of them.

"Commander, do we still want to shock. The guard next to the commander of the heavy cavalry regiment asked.

"Smack, bell. The sound of gold and iron rang out, but it was the regiment commander with an iron-armored glove who knocked heavily on the helmet of the guard: "Rush, where to rush, to be a teppanyaki? Command to go down, and intercept and kill the escaped werewolves in a small team." ”

"Yes. With an embarrassed smile, the guard passed the order down.

"This time it's even more spectacular. Mandel slung the giant axe on his shoulder, and sat down on the ground with a big thorn, next to the soldiers of Nail Castle who were enjoying the view, as for those magicians, except for Mo Xuan, who had an amazing ability to recover his magic power, everyone closed their eyes and returned to their lack of magic power with pale faces.

"yes, it's even more spectacular. Mo Xuan replied absentmindedly, with a strange emotion in his words.

Hearing the emotion in Mo Xuan's words, Mandel threw the giant axe on the ground and moved to sit beside Mo Xuan: "Why do you regret it?"

"Sort of. "Thinking of this fire that burned the werewolf who killed the werewolf, although it was a foreign race, Mo Xuan's heart was still not calm.

"Don't think too much, this is a war between races, a war that has nothing to do with right or wrong, don't feel guilty, you kill them and surround our loved ones behind us. Mandel patted Mo Xuan on the shoulder, reassuring him.

"Ugh. ”

"Figured it out?"

"I'm just depressed, how can a muscular ** like you say such a level of words. Mo Xuan turned Mandel's face flushed with teasing words.

"You're looking for death. ”

"I was wrong, hahaha. ”

The surrounding soldiers looked at the two people who were fighting with admiration.

"By the way, why don't we intercept the werewolves this time?" After the fight, Mandel picked up the giant axe, continued to carry it on his shoulder, and asked Mo Xuan beside him.

"Say that you are a muscle, you are still not convinced, such a big fire which werewolf dares to rush this way, isn't that looking for death? Besides, tens of thousands of werewolves, we are like a drop of water, and some werewolves will wipe us out. With a look of contempt, Mo Xuan stimulated Mandel, who had calmed down, into a frenzy.

The werewolves who escaped from the camp in the distance were chased all the way by the scattered heavy cavalry, and except for a few high-strength ones, there were very few werewolves who escaped.

The heavy cavalry of this world, fully clothed, heavy armor is completely humanoid tank, it stands to reason that horses in such costumes can't run at all, but the horses in this world are not comparable to the earth, and the cavalry with hundreds of pounds of armor and armor on the body still runs fast, but it is not as flexible and durable as the light cavalry.

The next morning, the Eagle Knight, who patrolled the skies, spotted the Spike Fort soldiers sitting on the edge of the grass.

"You're Mo Xuan?" Potlime's gaze continued to patrol over the soldiers at Nail Castle, and finally settled on Mo Xuan.

The great name of Potlem, Mo Xuan, has long known, and there are countless compliments such as pillars in Mali, and Poolem is also one of the few dukes in the Kingdom of Mali: "It's a marshal." Mo Xuan hurriedly straightened his waist and abdomen, and unconsciously brought up the habit of military training in his previous life.

Potlime's eyes lit up, although he didn't know what Mo Xuan's movements meant, but the strong military aura was revealed from the middle.

"You've done a great job this time, how did you come up with these ideas?" Potlime was very surprised by Mo Xuan's fire attack strategy, just a few small magicians buried tens of thousands of werewolves.

"This... Mo Xuan really didn't know what to say, and he couldn't say that I saw it in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms: "I thought about it and thought about it." ”

"Ugh. Potlaim felt his chest pant for breath. I think about it, I think about it, I think about it, I can't think of it, I've been fighting all my life. glared at Mo Xuan fiercely: "You prepare all kinds of items, I have reported your battle exploits, you don't have to go back to Nail Castle, go directly to the royal capital, the king wants to meet the arson warriors of our empire." ”

"Wow. The soldiers of Sharp Nail Fort were in an uproar, although they knew that they were very powerful, but they did not expect that they would be able to meet the king, under the education that they had been taught since childhood that the king was the king of heaven and the king of the earth, it was the honor of a lifetime to be able to see the king.

Only Mo Xuan didn't say anything, the king of millions of people, the leaders of more than a billion people in his previous life were often seen, although it was on TV, but the number of people managed by the king of Mali was only equivalent to the leader of a prefecture-level city in his previous life, which really made Mo Xuan unable to raise any sense of awe.

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