The sky was dark, the occasional crescent moon was shrouded in clouds, only a few stars were still twinkling, and the prairie was free of daytime noise, and the insects that still had to prove their existence crowed from time to time.

Outside the werewolf camp, a group of dark shadows were lying in ambush outside, motionless, barely visible under the cover of night.

"What should Mo Xuan do now?" Mandel asked Mo Xuan, who was lying on the ground next to him, in a low voice.

Damn, why does time pass so slowly, Mo Xuan couldn't help cursing in his heart: "Wait, in another half an hour, then a few of us will cast spells on the werewolf camp together, and strive to set all the werewolf camps on fire, as for you as I said, surround the east and the north, and let them run to the south and west." ”

As the minutes passed, the ambushed crowd became more and more anxious.

"Let's get started. Mo Xuan called out to the magician who was still lying on the ground.

Ten figures began to disperse outside the werewolf camp, in a state of encirclement. Then the people on the ground got up one after another, and the cat ran towards the werewolf camp with their waists bent, the speed became faster and faster, and the footsteps began to be louder, and then they took out the canisters of grease and fuel from their bodies and threw them at the werewolf camp with accelerated force.

"Stop, what are you doing? The werewolf soldiers who had been guarding were asleep, but they were awakened by the sound of Mandel's footsteps and shouted loudly, and the people in the camp were also awakened by his shouts, and began to get dressed.

Then the werewolf soldiers saw the jars flying towards the camp in the sparse starlight, and there was a loud cracking sound, and a pungent smell began to spread.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack. The sentry shouted frantically. Why is this smell so familiar, looking at the broken jar under his feet, the werewolf soldier's mind keeps recalling where he smelled this smell, but it was too late.

A stream of fire poured out from each of the ten figures standing earlier, and after a few seconds, ten flames flew towards the werewolf camp.

As soon as the flames touched the smashed bottles, a rush of flames began to spread.

"It's the oil under his feet!" the sentinel who finally came back to his senses was in a state of torment, and before he could react, the oil under his feet was lured.

The ten figures seemed to be dissatisfied with the effect they had caused, moved again, stopped and began to cast spells, and one after another flames flew out of their hands, and more and more people were awakened in the werewolf camp.

There are also more and more werewolf soldiers burned by the flames, and the gray werewolves have long hairs on their bodies, which in turn provide them with a lot of defense against human soldiers, but they are the best fuel under this merciless flame.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the grass on the ground is also burning, although these one-person-tall grass has been treated by werewolves, but how can it be cleaned up on the grassland, plus they don't think that humans dare to come out to fight, so they don't take defensive measures, the fire gradually began to connect, and the gray werewolves who were lit by the flames began to run around, and the flames on their bodies ignited the places they ran through, including their companions, like a spreading virus, spreading ten to hundred, making the fire more and more out of control.

The ten figures outside the gray werewolf camp began to divide into two parts, one part continued to set fires, and the other part released wind magic, and the fierce wind blew the fire to the southwest.

"What's going on. The sleeping longpaw was woken up by the adjutant, and then he saw the fire outside the tent, and there were gray werewolf soldiers running around, and some squad leaders were gathering their soldiers everywhere, but they could still be called there, and the werewolf soldiers who were eager to flee for their lives were indiscriminate, as long as they were in the way, they were all cut down.

Originally, the alertness of the long claw was not so bad, but two serious injuries caused his state to drop sharply, and the shaman used spells to restore his injuries, and these spells were very damaging to the body, and if it wasn't for serious injuries, no one liked to be treated by healing spells.

"Run away, sir. The adjutant shouted anxiously to the longpaw, as if the flames would burn here in the next moment.

"Take me out. It was too late to put on the armor again, and the weak long claws asked the adjutant to take him outside the tent: "Don't run, come here to gather." The sound of the claw was very loud, echoing in the ears of the gray werewolf soldiers through the noisy crowd.

The gray werewolf who found the backbone of the main heart ran towards Longclaw's tent, and was slowly gathered by Longpaw A small number of gray werewolves, and the gray werewolf who escaped saw the situation here and slowly gathered here.

In such a situation, the soldiers can still be gathered by him, which is why he can be the commander, and I can only be the adjutant, and the adjutant of the long paw holds the long paw in admiration.

"Ahh The gray werewolf, who had been burned, ran towards this side, and the terrible cry echoed in the ears of the gray werewolves, constantly stimulating their nerves.

"Whew, whew. A huge flame flew through the sky, and then it ignited a tent next to the tent, and then several canisters flew from nowhere and smashed on top of the tent, and the jars shattered, and the scattered grease was ignited by the flames and began to splash around.

Unable to stand the thrill any longer, the gray werewolf soldiers let out a long howl and ran outside, ignoring the flames that passed through them as they ran.

The gray werewolf soldiers who were barely gathered together by the long claws were stimulated again, and no matter how long claws screamed, they scattered in all directions.

Frustrated, Paws rode a wolf with the help of his lieutenant and broke out, but they went in the wrong direction and seemed to be running in the direction of Mandel.

"My brother really has you. Under the light of the sky-high fire, Mandel stood beside Mo Xuan with a giant axe and praised him sincerely, and the surrounding soldiers intercepted and killed the gray werewolf soldiers who ran out. Since the fire was set from northeast to southwest, there were not many gray werewolf soldiers who could run over, and they ran wildly, and the frightened and overwhelmed gray werewolf soldiers could have some combat effectiveness?

"Huh. He didn't want to leave an arrogant performance in front of everyone, although he was very proud in his heart, Mo Xuan just laughed slightly.

In the firelight, two wolves escaped from the gate with the knights on their bodies: "Hey, at this time, there are wolf cubs who are more capable of breaking through, it seems that the strength is good, I will meet him." "There are not a few powerful werewolves coming out for such a long time, and occasionally a small outbreak is also killed by several soldiers, Mandel's hands have long been itchy, how can he bear it when he sees these two wolf knights.

"Stop, where to run!" Talon and his lieutenant saw only a large figure in the firelight slashing at them with a great axe.

The weapon used by the adjutant to block Mandel's slash was cut off, and the adjutant's weapon itself was only held casually, which could withstand Mandel's powerful slash, and then from left to right from top to bottom, he connected the man with the wolf in two axes.

Mandel, who split the adjutant in two, still felt that it was not enjoyable, and swung his axe and slashed at the long claw, the sad long claw had exhausted the last trace of strength in his body when he gathered the soldiers, and even the wolf sat up with the support of the adjutant, where was the strength to resist Mandel's giant axe, just like his adjutant, he was cut in half by Mandel, and died in wailing.

You've killed me, and in the endless pain of being cut in half, Long Claw looked at the dead lieutenant with resentment, slowly losing the last trace of consciousness.

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