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At the foot of the Sage's Peak, the battle between the mountain people and the night wolf pack has entered a white heat.

It is impossible to calculate how many people have been killed so far, but at a rough glance it is at least more than a third of the total number, and the number of wounded is even higher.

However, if you put it another way, there are no wounded among the mountain warriors, because in this situation, all the wounded cannot be treated in time, and they don't want to waste time on treatment, now every minute and second is extremely precious, if they continue to fight, it may reduce the pressure of others, so even if there is only the last breath left, they must continue to fight with these creatures that ravage their homes to the death.

Even many of the seriously wounded who could not move were crawling on the ground, crawling to the place of battle to wait for the opportunity to grab the forelimbs of the night wolf, so that the surrounding clansmen had a chance to kill it, but before the night wolf was besieged, they would often lower their heads and bite these seriously wounded to death at the first time.

Everywhere there were people covered in blood fighting the night wolf desperately, and everywhere there were scenes of people entangled with the night wolf before they died, and this tragic scene made all the mountain people red-eyed.

Moros's weapon had already broken twice, and he picked up a long sword from the ground and rushed towards a demonized wolf.

Several second-order masters had already died under the claws of this powerful creature, and it was not until two strong men rushed over that they avoided causing greater losses, but they had suffered a lot of losses in the previous battles, and they had not recovered until now, and one of them was still wounded, so it was a bit difficult to deal with this demonized rotten wolf.

Moros followed, but the situation in front of him made him very confused.

On one side were sixty or seventy rotten wolves and thousands of night wolves, and it was difficult to compete with the remaining more than a thousand people, and seeing the clansmen fall one after another, the old man's heart was as uncomfortable as frying oil. But if he doesn't support the battle on the side of the demonized rotten wolf now, once these two strong people can't support it, the end will be even more terrifying, and the same powerful creatures have appeared on the other side, Menshak and Yelena are each besieging the two strongest people in the clan, and they can't be distracted.

Moros sighed in his heart, and forcibly refused to look at the battle around him, and finally ran to the demon rotten wolf warband.

When he actually joined the battle, he found that the strength of this creature was much stronger than before, and there was a layer of faintly fluctuating barriers formed by the wind element around his body, when their weapons hit, the wind barrier would work, and it could reduce at least half of the damage, and then it was blocked by the tough skin of the demonized rotten wolf again, and finally when it was able to slash at the opponent's body, it was almost impossible to cause substantial damage.

However, the damage caused by the other party is real, especially after this layer of wind barrier, its speed is much faster than before, plus the claws on the limbs are even sharper than the weapons in the hands of the mountain people, and it is necessary to pay attention to staying away from the poisonous gases that erupt from the wolf's mouth from time to time, so even if the three people want to take the advantage, it will take a little time.

But for them, time is the most precious thing now, and every minute spent could be the loss of the lives of dozens of clansmen!

Everyone saw this, and the injured mountain folk powerhouse suddenly pounced on him, ignoring the attack of the demonized rotten wolf, and then the demonized rotten wolf's sharp mouth closed, and immediately bit his body in his mouth.

"Chell!" Moros roared.

"Leave me alone, you attack quickly!" Chel stumbled his opponent's neck with his backhand, and the long sword stabbed horizontally at the wolf's eyes, even with the protection of the wind barrier, the wolf's eyes were also one of its most vulnerable places, this sword directly cut through the glowing red pupils, and the terrible roar of the demonized rotten wolf suddenly rang out.

“...... Let you hide again, you won't be able to dodge anymore!" Chel's blood flowed down the wolf's mouth, almost staining all the sackcloth on his body, but as if he didn't feel it, he roared and drew his long sword, stabbing the other eye again.

The giant wolf sensed the danger, its upper and lower jaws slammed hard, and a large amount of blood from the mountain people splashed out of its mouth, and bright red blood gushed out of Cheel's mouth, eyes, and nose, but the body of the third-order powerhouse was much stronger than that of ordinary mountain people, so he was still not dead, and the long sword hit the target again.

The wolf's howl rang out again, and just then Moros and the others attacked, their weapons digging straight into the soft belly of the formidable creature, finally making deep wounds on it.

"Come again!" Moros roared.

The two iron swords pierced into the same position, and then dragged upward, expanding the wound again, and the organs in the demonized rotting wolf's body flowed down in a sparse manner, and then its body convulsed and collapsed to the ground.

"Chell!" the leader of the grizzly bear department rushed over immediately, stabbed a sword through the eyes of the demonized rotten wolf into its brain, and then forcefully pulled open the giant wolf's clenched mouth, and hugged the mountain powerhouse who launched a suicidal attack.

"Ahem...... Chell coughed violently, looked down at his waist that had been bitten off in half, pushed Moros hard, and said, "I can't die yet!

Moros's arm trembled, he nodded slowly, put Chel's body on the ground, retrieved the long sword, and walked towards the other two warbands surrounded by demonized rotten wolves with the mountain people powerhouses next to him.

Moros cleaved the night wolves who were attacking their people and headed towards Yelena's warband, and just as he arrived, something strange happened again in the distance, and a hurricane flew into the air with a large amount of grass, trees and dirt, and then turned into a shower of rain and fell one after another.

"Moros!" Yelena's hair was disheveled, and her forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat, but her eyes were full of joy, "Could it be someone from the Blue Bird Tribe?"

"Impossible!" Morros's gaze retracted from a distance, his face a little solemn, "if this is caused by the aftermath of the battle...... It can be said that no one in the Blue Bird Division has this ability. ”

"Who's that?" Yelena asked hurriedly.

"I don't know...... "Moros shook his head, "whoever it is won't be reinforcements, because we're here...... No friends!"

"What if it's an enemy?"

Moros smiled wryly, "What do you think would make if we had one more enemy like we are in now?"

Although they were talking, their hands did not stop for a moment, and after adding the support of Moros, the Demon Rotten Wolf was immediately at an absolute disadvantage, but its fierce attack also caused some trouble to the besieging people, so it was not possible to end the battle for a while.

And at this moment, there were four or five long wolf howls in the dense forest again, and the faces of the mountain people and even the leaders changed a little, and a wordless love quietly spread in the hearts of these people who were struggling to support them.

......

At the same time, in different places, Li Ang and his party also heard this call.

When the barbarian stopped the demonized rotten wolf's castration, and the young man returned to continue leading the team forward, Dan caught up two steps from behind and said to Leon, "There is a sound of battle ahead. ”

"How far?" asked Leon immediately.

"Less than a kilometer. ”

"It's the foot of the Sage's Peak!" Bonda shouted as she heard their conversation.

“...... It's finally almost here," Leon raised his head, his gaze seemed to be able to see the battle taking place in the distance through the dense canopy in front of him, then he nodded, pointed the immortal vanguard forward, and said: "From now on, don't keep the body, everyone do their best to rush away from the night wolf pack, follow me, we are going to assault!"

"Yes!" they replied with only six voices, but they replied unusually loudly, as loudly as a thousand fearless soldiers, and then they followed behind the young lord, who had never retreated as a striker along the way, and burst out with an indomitable momentum and rushed towards the dense forest ahead.