Bloody teeth.

Look at my armguards, look at the ...... inside

No, it's this! And you look at this again, chest protection...... Leather, pure leather.

Don't care about its color, my lord. Feel it, touch it first!

Yes, that's the Blood Fang.

Bloodfang is a werewolf, which is made of the skin of a bloodtooth werewolf.

This werewolf is extremely rare and is never found in the Twilight Forest, where it is only found in the Silver Pine Forest.

How was it discovered?

I found it after I arrived at Thurberchel.

I led the army through the Northern Silver Pines Forest, and before I reached the borders of Gilney, I spotted the werewolf troops. Hadrick had come across us after being driven back to Lordaeron by the werewolf forces from Thurberchel.

Death Knights don't have fear, but they're not stupid, they can fight and kill enemies, but they're not great lichs like Kel'thugad, they can't kill enemies and resurrect corpses at the same time. This also determines that they cannot command all the undead to move forward like Arthas. When their undead are wiped out, it means that they too can disappear from this world forever.

At first, all the Death Knights, including me, were relaxed against the human army, especially during Lordaeron, and we saw the human army as lambs to the slaughter, and even felt inferior to the chickens in the cage. So much so that after the destruction of Dalaran, we will not even pay attention to the human army until those werewolves appear.

And when we met Sir Hadrick, who was on the run, there was no expression on his sleek, blackened face, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't make any expression on his face. He told us what kind of situation they were into.

In fact, this guy's work ability is very poor, at least he can't distinguish the severity of the task, Arthas has two orders, one is to continue to help find the ship, and the other is to clear the rebels. But finding a boat is more important than wandering around looking for people. But this guy didn't look for a boat, he just wandered around the ravines and the woods trying to kill a few more people.

Of course I won't blame him, since it's like this when he's dead, he must have been a fool when he was alive, this guy should have been transformed by us in the battle to subdue Soval.

But in any case, he has encountered unprecedented resistance, so we don't have to look for it ourselves. Because Kel'thugad insisted on coming and brought some of the lichs with me, I didn't bring many troops. At first I was very confident in myself, I killed werewolves when I was alive, and now I ...... Eternal life. So the fear of that kind of thing is even more gone. But we suffered a big loss from the first contact.

These things are much smarter than we are, I mean more than we think...... Much wiser. They are very good at hiding themselves, especially the black werewolves.

Sir Hadrick did tell us how he was attacked, and I heard that, but we were attacked by them.

Soon after we crossed the boundary river, we came to an unknown village, I didn't plan to go in, the first thing that came to my mind was how could there be a boat here, I was going to the beach or a place where there was a boat, and I found it and cleared it by the way. But Kel'thugad disagreed, and he wanted to rest here for a while.

I really don't know what a dead body wants to rest.

But as soon as we entered the village, we were attacked.

The village was quite large, I mean stationing at the edge of the village to do what he was going to do and hurrying away, but Kel'thugad, like a curious child, found the joy of finding something, and he entered the village and began to explore.

I said I'll help you find what you need, but people say you're self-reliant. In fact, it is to find some alchemy materials.

But soon after the lich entered the village with the acolytes, explosions and screams were heard.

Why can't you scream?

Although the acolytes were dead, it did not delay them from crying out.

They shouldn't feel pain. Is there a connection between pain and screaming?

The village was already on fire when the shouts came.

When I led my troops into the village, there were explosions one after another, and I couldn't care so much, so I waved my hand and let them go their separate ways. But the explosions stopped, and the roars continued.

Just as I saw two werewolves in a narrow alley that had almost filled the already small alley, and they kept raising their claws to pull at my soldiers, one jumped off top of my head.

It was a black werewolf that jumped down, its huge fangs that didn't stop it from biting, and it lunged at me.

After so many years of fighting, I have always had something in my heart that makes me entangled, and occasionally this thing will be remembered and make me feel very uncomfortable. I never got a weapon to get my hands on.

It's a magic weapon.

The hammer in your hand is a bluff, and so is the sword of Arthas. Not to mention that it has so much magic power, it can kill enemies without me having to do it myself, even if it has some other effects. Legend has it that heroes have a magic weapon that is known to all children, but I don't have one.

Hum...... I'll forgive you for joking, I really don't have you as a hero.

Even though I could have hammered them to death with a hammer, I still didn't find it enjoyable.

I dodged the thing when it pounced, but the thought in my head was that if I had a razor-sharp knife, I could cut its belly open when it pounced on me.

One-hit kills have always been my goal. But the chances of this happening are not high, and it is also because of this that I often feel irritable in my heart.

That thing pounced on me like this...... Hide! And then like this......

The hammer in my hand didn't work, and even though it hit its diagonal ribs, I could feel the bulging muscles on the diagonal ribs of the thing absorb almost all the damage, and I didn't hurt his ribs!

It didn't catch me, but instead of turning around and grabbing me, he lunged at the soldiers behind me, and then plunged headlong into the group of soldiers and began to swing wildly. I was amazed at the time, it was so smart!

The blue eyes of the soldiers behind me went out in an instant.

The werewolf's claws were either too powerful, and with one claw he slapped my soldier's head against the wall and shattered it! It's as easy as slapping garlic when you shoot it down, it's just one paw at all!

Those soldiers who did not have helmets would basically kneel down at once if they were slapped on the head from top to bottom, but the basic necks of the slaps diagonally and horizontally were broken.

Do you think it's because the bones have become a little brittle and loose after death?

I turned to chase it and give it a hammer, but it wasn't a fighter, it threw itself into the crowd and slashed a few to kill a few before squeezing out of the crowd.

Of course, it is impossible to come out unscathed!

Joke! If we come out unscathed, we're too wasteful.

That guy still relies on two arms to block! But! This place is different!

The werewolves I met this time didn't have shackles on my wrists, but it was different when I met those white ones later!

That kind of shackles are more than ten centimeters wide and two or three centimeters thick, and they can play a certain defensive and offensive role when worn on the arm. But this group of werewolves is not shackled. So dealing damage to them in a fight is basically the first place.

But...... As you know, the undead don't care about weapons. Teach won't! Can't teach! Except for the Death Knight, who takes care of his weapons, the weapons of the walking corpses are mostly rusty. This kind of weapon is cut on people, I say that it is okay for those who don't wear armor. But it is not ...... to cut these werewolves with bulging muscles and hairy hairs at first glance Okay then!

This is also a very important reason why we are at a loss. It's just that I didn't pay attention to it at that time! So it was said to be a cut, and in the end it basically became a smash. Why is the undead natural disaster getting more and more stretched in combat power in the later stage, there is no way!

If it weren't for the fact that our crowd tactics were still deterrent and powerful to some extent, and Arthas could keep resurrecting new corpses, we would have been done a long time ago.

When I came, I saw those walking corpses at the gate of your castle, the swords were all black and completely unpresentable, what kind of combat power do you think they can have?

I didn't catch the werewolf, let him pass me and kill a few soldiers, and then walked away in style.

I don't think it's a shame, but it's been made clear to me...... This situation is not good!

In the eyes of some they divide different kinds of people and soldiers into different classes, what about the northern armies, what about the southern armies, what about the Lordaerons, what about the stormstormers, what about the Kultiras who are stronger, and what about the dwarves.

These armies are remembered in the way of this impression. But in any case, there is no such thing as a weak army that can be destroyed at the touch of a storm, and there is no army that can be wiped out casually like mowing grass.

Our army of the undead is only powerful in some ways, but when it comes to this mutated thing, I mean the mutated thing that is more mutated than ours will suffer.

I can actually understand the resurrected dead, at least they won't be perverted like that, people! What can you do when you die and then come back to life? But those werewolves aren't they, they're even bigger than bears, you know!

Bear!

If it weren't for the fact that I'd seen berserkers created by trolls using voodoo spells, I would have been even more surprised. Because of the trolls' voodoo spells...... How could it be in the north!

In the first battle, we didn't take advantage of it at all, and a large number of werewolves died, not to mention killed, and they could be counted on two hands.

But Kel'thugad's expressionless skeletal face looked excited, and it looked back and forth between the eight werewolves, and it touched the objects like an idiot man meeting a woman who had passed out.