Zu Mao ran north with the remnants of the soldiers, taking out the acceleration scroll from time to time, and cursing in his mouth.

"Damn it, I really want to turn my head and kill these hairy beasts!"

"General, don't delay the lord's important affairs!" The adjutant immediately reminded him that he was really afraid that this reckless man would not act according to plan.

"I can save it!" Zu Mao urn sounded the urn airway.

He couldn't help but look back again. At this time, there were less than 200 people left behind him.

There were hundreds of people in the hands of those werewolves, and Zu Mao suddenly felt a little distressed.

"General, there are reeds ahead!" The adjutant reminded.

Zu Mao suddenly perked up and sped up.

The sun has completely set, and the bright moon is beginning to rise.

Ferguson's wolf eyes began to glow green, allowing him to see in the dark, far better than the humans in that alone.

Ferguson was extremely anxious, and he knew Viscount Gregory's temper very well.

If you lose so many soldiers, you will definitely be punished.

Only by killing all those humans may be able to appease the wrath of the Viscount.

And the arrival of Scripps and Ellis made his conjecture come true.

At this time, Ferguson also heard movement in the rear.

"Damn, Scripps, these two guys are here too!"

Ferguson soon realizes that he is being watched by them, and these two must have come to take credit!

Ferguson naturally couldn't agree, he still wanted to make up for his mistakes, how could he let others intervene.

"Hurry, hurry! Speed up and catch up with them! "Ferguson kept ordering to speed up.

But Ferguson felt that the deserters in front of him had rushed into the reeds, and for a moment, they had disappeared without a trace.

Ferguson also experienced countless battles, big and small, and suddenly his heart sank.

It is said that he should not have made the low-level mistake of underestimating the enemy, but it was because of his meritorious service that he was negligent!

A sharp sound of breaking the air sounded, and a large area of reeds was directly crushed. Before Ferguson could react, the arrow had already hit him in the chest with terrifying force.

The arrow passed through Ferguson's chest and shot at the werewolf behind him.

The chests of several werewolves exploded directly, and they were silent with just a wail.

Ferguson was carried by that force and landed directly from his mount.

What frightened Ferguson even more was that there was already a shout of killing around him.

Ferguson still doesn't understand that he has fallen into a trap!

It's all a ploy of the enemy!

The shouts of killing tore through the silence of the night, and countless humans emerged from the reeds taller than a person.

To the horror of these werewolves, flames erupted around them.

Werewolves possess most of the traits of a wolf, a strong physique, a flexible body, and dark vision.

But because of this, they have some flaws.

Originally, their eyes were adjusting to dark vision, and the sudden light almost blinded their eyes, at least for a short time.

And the heat and firelight made them instinctively feel afraid.

Coupled with the ubiquitous shouts of killing around them, the werewolf soldiers were terrified, and they didn't think about resisting at all, but were controlled by instinct to escape from here.

At this time, only the werewolf hero can still maintain a trace of calm.

"Damn it, stop and hold the line!"

Hearing the werewolf hero's order, those soldiers finally began to stabilize.

Ferguson was almost stepped on by a soldier, and he struggled to get up.

But before Ferguson could give the order, a shout was heard.

"Burn the Black Nest!"

With a thunderous explosion, the entire sky was dyed red.

In the flaming clouds, the flint of the millstone whistled down.

Countless reds appeared in the night, stretching into one piece. Dense rockets rained down like a curtain of rain, enveloping the werewolf army.

The flint fell, but there were those next to each other, and they didn't even have time to scream and were smashed directly into pulp.

The flint rolled through the crowd of wolves, smashing the werewolves to the ground.

And the dense rain of fire fell, and the werewolf suddenly fell like wheat.

And many more werewolves were shot and not dead.

But they were even more miserable, the flames set their hairs on fire, scorched their skin, and made them scream and roll on the ground.

Defeat is like a mountain!

How proud Ferguson was, how embarrassed he is now.

There was chaos around him, the wails of werewolves, the shouts of humans to kill, filling his eardrums.

"Give me death!"

Zu Mao looked at the battlefield that was already a sea of fire in front of him, and he only felt extremely happy!

Just now, these guys were chasing after his ass, but the lord didn't allow him to use all his strength.

Now I can finally have a good fight!

Zu Mao looked up to the sky and laughed three times, and the battle axe in his hand directly split a werewolf who rushed out of the sea of fire in half.

Blood splattered on his face, which further aroused his killing intent.

"Roar—"

A werewolf hero leaps out of the flames, his long knife slashing head.

"Good time!"

Zu Mao shouted, and the battle axe and long knife met him.

"Bell-" With a long sound of gold and iron, Zu Mao took two steps back.

The werewolf hero roared, and the figure suddenly pounced, and the long knife in his hand slashed out the remnants of the Dao.

Zu Mao was immediately suppressed and retreated.

The two soldiers next to him rushed over, but they were killed by the dense sword light in an instant.

The corpse was reduced to pieces of flesh and drenched on the ground.

The werewolf hero was burned by the flames, his hair was scorched and dry, and he was very embarrassed, but his eyes were shining with bloodlust, and he stretched out his long tongue and licked the blood from his lips.

"Whew-"

The werewolf hero swooped down, his long knife slicing a red shadow of blood.

"Boom-" Although Zu Mao tried his best to block, the weapon was directly knocked out by that force.

The werewolf hero smirked and slashed with his long knife.

At the moment of life and death, Zu Mao roared suddenly and directly met the long knife.

The long knife that flashed red cut through the armor at the waist, but it was difficult to move in, and a pair of hands grabbed the blade tightly, not caring about the blade cutting the fingers.

"Give me death!" Zu Mao slammed a headbutt into the werewolf hero's face.

The werewolf hero's pointed nose suddenly flowed blood, and his head was also a little dizzy.

But he was instantly furious, he tried, but he couldn't pull out the knife, so he simply gave up the long knife and pounced on Zu Mao.

Before Zu Mao could be happy, he was directly pounced on by the werewolf hero.

The werewolf hero's claws are like knives, tearing through his armor.

And the wolf's mouth was wide open, and the fishy smell came to his face, and the sharp teeth were like daggers, which were about to be bitten off in an instant.

"Get out of here, brute!"

A sound was like thunder on the ground.

A large knife slashed down, and the werewolf hero's back was almost broken, and he rolled several times under that force.

Before he could get up, he rode out like lightning.

The pitch-black spear pinned him to the ground in an instant, and blood splattered out.

The werewolf hero struggled to raise his head, and saw a young and handsome face, which was full of cold frost.

The young lord sat a large black wolf under his crotch.

The wolf's scarlet eyes stared at him, then bit down hard.