The firing holes in the towers kept flickering with fire.

It was the wolves of Texas who were shooting at the enemy with bows, crossbows, muskets.

From time to time, an expeditionary force climbing on the mountain wall was hit by a shot and fell into the abyss screaming.

With a loud bang, a lone tower at the head of the city fired its shells precisely into the enemy's artillery positions in the mountains, causing a series of casualties.

The ground shook, and Frigila felt completely deaf, her head buzzing.

"These damn pups, that's a lot of movement."

Fringira rubbed her ears and pinched a blood-throwing spear spell to the ground to the wolves who were about to cut off the chains of the drawbridge and lay it down so that it could connect the city gate to the mountain road.

There are more and more enemies.

It seems that the fight is lively, but the wolf clan are all rough and thick-skinned masters, and their vitality is extremely tenacious, and there are not a few wolf centurions who have mastered the skill "Immortal Body" similar to Hans Jingyi, and it is impossible for ordinary firearms to kill and injure them.

In a short time, in a nearby tower, there were already fierce shouts of killing.

Prajna's expression moved slightly: "When are you going to make a move?"

Frigila, who has arranged the magic circle for a month regardless of the cost, is now their important big C, and her duty as a heavy guard is nothing more than to protect and protect this big C and let her output freely.

"Don't be in a hurry, wait for a few weighty characters."

Fringira narrowed her eyes slightly, observing movement in the area enveloped by her circle.

Although there were three walls waiting for the enemy to break through behind the towers of Wolfburg's outermost projection, each with strong fortifications and manpower, once the enemy gained a foothold on such a dangerous ground, the original advantage of the trench would be lost.

At the moment, although the enemy does not seem to be blocked by the moat, it can climb all the way, whether it is the number of troops that can be delivered at the same time, or the physical consumption of the soldiers, it is a great restriction on the expeditionary force.

"Here it is, a centurion."

A glint of blood flashed from the depths of Fringira's holes, two small, delicate fangs peeking out from the corners of her mouth, and her hair and sleeves floated with the majestic aura of magic.

"The breath of Cepes, why are you hanging out with the rebels?"

The centurion of the wolf clan, who had steady steps, didn't take a breath of air, and jumped onto the protruding platform.

This is a mediocre-looking middle-aged wolf, with a black wolf's head tattoo on his arm, no ears and no tail, and is obviously a pure-blooded wolf like Hans.

Fringilla rolled her eyes and said disdainfully, "How? You foul-smelling, savage and vulgar sons of bitch, deserve to question this princess?"

"Oh, you don't have to give you a chance to escape, then die here, I guess, your Piercing Lord will not start a war with our Yaksi family because of the self-killing of an ignorant descendant."

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The next moment.

Countless lines of blood lit up on the soles of his feet.

As early as the moment the wolf centurion stepped on the platform, countless blood curses fell on its body.

The criss-crossing blood formations, like blood vessels clinging to the heart, pulsate as they connect to Frigila in the center, instilling power into Frigila's body.

Her eye sockets were scarlet, and sharp bone spurs cut through the flesh, growing from her shoulder blades, crest, and thighs, covering her body like armor.

The thick blood-red batwing spread out, and in just a few short breaths, Frigila seemed to have changed as a person, and even her body seemed to have matured a lot.

She opened her hand, and the blood condensed into a sharp long sword, and at the hilt, there was a miserable white eyeball, which slowly turned.

The wolf centurion on the other side had a look of horror in his eyes: "Storm... The breath of the tyrant Dracula, are you his direct bloodline?"

The next moment.

Frigila turned into a bloody light and appeared behind the wolf centurion, her palm holding a heart still beating vigorously, the corners of her mouth slightly curled, revealing a completely different expression from her usual expression.

"Very healthy heart, let me do you a minor operation."

Poof—

Her heart was crushed by her, and elastic minced flesh squeezed out between her fingers.

The centurion of the wolf clan fell to the ground in horror, and the blood seeped into the formation patterns under his feet, making the blood more vivid and vivid on the criss-crossed lines.

Just in time, a female wolf in a black slim leather suit had just climbed onto the platform, and when she saw Friengira, she raised the muzzle of the black hole and two bullets were fired.

Bang –

The bullet is bounced off by the Ghostface Shield.

The female wolf clan originally wanted to continue attacking, but her throat seemed to be choked by a powerful big hand, and the strong suffocating feeling that came to her face made her unable to raise the slightest desire to resist for a while.

Katsa.

Her neck crooked, and her body slid limply to the ground.

With a wicked smile on her lips, Frigila came to the side of the wolf clan, leaning down, her sharp fangs digging into the flesh of her neck.

Prajna silently watched this evil scene, and the emotions on his face were still calm.

Frigila is definitely not a tyrant that can only be performed in the second stage of refinement at the moment, but only stimulates the ancient bloodline inherited from the piercing prince in her body, and some atavistic disappearance is generated, at most she can only be regarded as a half-tyrant.

...

"It's our two partners again, do you want some?"

Hans had a can of goulash with chickpeas in his hand, freshly roasted on a campfire, with a layer of oil floating on it, and the aroma was fragrant.

Curs sat against the brick wall with his eyes slightly closed, "No need."

A combination of the two, located directly behind Wolfborg.

The abyss under your feet is a difficult barrier for ordinary people, even for animals like monkeys who are good at climbing, but for the wolf clan, it is definitely not too difficult to pass here.

Then.

Artillery fire rang out.

The two looked at each other at the roar in their ears and the sudden sound of the alarm bell in Wolfburg.

"Or is it the same old rule?"

"Hmm."

Kurs nodded, and came to Hans's back, and then melted into his shadow like a puddle of ink.

"Brother Hans, someone's coming up!"

A Texas wolf tribe stationed here suddenly spoke, only to see him carrying a gas lamp, shining towards the mountain wall, and could vaguely see a gray shadow there, constantly climbing upward.