In the wilderness, a werewolf scout fell to the ground, raised his head slightly and sniffed, slowly raised his head, the black and yellow leather armor perfectly blended in the surrounding wild grass, the sunset glowed the wild grass red and yellow, making this werewolf scout more difficult to find, even so, this werewolf scout did not dare to relax, just slowly buried things in the ground, and then slowly retreated, about ten miles in the open space in front of this werewolf, it was a military camp, and the number of flags fluttering in the center of the camp eye-catching marked the scale of this temple legion。

After putting away the things in the order, the werewolf suddenly straightened his body, the short knife in his hand was unsheathed and slowly turned around, and he saw a Terran warrior holding a long sword behind him, and the werewolf scout had been lying on the ground, staring at the Terran warrior who had quietly touched behind him, without warning or breath, like a dead man suddenly appearing on the ground...... This Terran warrior was covered in iron armor, his head was covered by a heavy helmet, and he couldn't see his face clearly, nor could he see his expression, but only put on a defensive posture, allowing the werewolves to tell that this Terran heavy infantry was from the Kotler Empire.

There is no legion on the armor, the werewolf can't tell which legion he belongs to the Kotler Empire, wearing such heavy armor but can get within twenty steps of him silently, I'm afraid that I can't take advantage of it at all, looking at the long sword that scattered the cold light, the werewolf scout slowly got up with a defensive face, the short knife in his hand can't be killed with one hit, since he can't beat it, he has to think about how to run, it takes so much effort, and he must not let this guy in front of him discover his true purpose.

Seeing that the tip of the sword had been facing his throat, the werewolf scout slightly tilted his head to reveal the artery in his neck, and then asked in a deep voice: "Arkan of the Al tribe, who are you, dare to leave your name!"

"Kotler's Imperial Tornado, Captain of the Heavy Infantry Cons. The words were short, and there didn't seem to be much information to others, but Alkan breathed a sigh of relief, his body loosened and collapsed, and he slammed forward, and then leaned his body to the left to change a route, the heavy infantry captain Cons put his sword horizontally in front of him, and Arkan changed to the right again, Constance did not move, intending to respond with the same, and in just twenty steps, Alkan changed directions four times in a row, and none of the directions overlapped.

Constance still remained motionless, allowing Alkan to go around to his side, his body trembled slightly, his wrist was accumulated, ready to fight at any time, Alkan rushed forward and turned his body directly against Conse, the short knife in his hand was suddenly bitten by the low mouth, after five steps away from Conse, Alkan suddenly changed his forward momentum, and at the same time took out two fist-sized paper balls from his waist with both hands, and threw the paper balls out when he retreated, and at the same time tilted his head and threw the short knife out, the short knife flew out of the middle of the two paper balls, and a cloud of black and red mist burst out from the front of the two people, and Cons reacted quickly, directly retreating more than ten steps, Fang stood still, and Conse couldn't help but snort coldly, the figure in leather armor had already flown out dozens of paces away, and he couldn't catch up at all.

"Cunning orcs!" Cons smirked and walked forward, not seeing what was buried at his feet.

The werewolf scout here changed the direction of escape several times, after making sure that there should be no one following behind him, he finally found a big tree, holding the tree for ventilation, this wild run is almost more than twenty miles, and now the place is not far from his own troops, and it is too late in time, this werewolf named Alkan jumped up the tree, found a comfortable position, and planned to sleep after hiding his body, He slowly got up by the sound of the wind, and turned around to explore the source of the smell, and soon the werewolf scout's face changed, not caring whether he would expose his tracks, nor caring about his already tired body, he once again pulled out his feet and ran wildly.

At the end of the month, Arkan finally arrived at the camp of his unit, but the scene in front of him made this mentally competent werewolf scout almost collapse, and the whole camp seemed to be normal, the campfire was burning, and the game was burnt...... Except for the dark shadows on the ground, it was vaguely recognizable as a pig-headed man, and the same was true in the tent, where none of the items in the entire camp were damaged, and none of his comrades survived.

After the silent roar, Arkan took several deep breaths in a row to calm his emotions, and began to carefully inspect the camp, trying to find some clues, but Arkan turned several times in a row, and did not find even a trace of footprints or the like, judging from the traces, his comrades were killed instantly, most of them were not reacted to the time, compared back and forth several times, and finally found some differences, his captain and vice-captain's standard short knife only had time to pull out half, and the half-unsheathed knife lay quietly in the destruction of the corpses of the captain and vice-captain, the reason why the two captains could be distinguished was because they had low-level officer cards on their bodies, has not been completely destroyed, but it has also melted more than half, so it should be a fast, large-scale magic attack here, so fast that even the awakened orcs can't react.

Arkan raised his head, opened his gaze from near to far, he couldn't really see it but could smell the same smell as in the camp, followed the smell to find that there was a black mark about half a mile away from the camp, about three steps wide, extending in two directions, and finally surrounded the entire camp, jumping to a tall tree nearby, Alkan finally determined that this was a large magic raid, and the attacker attacked from the air, instantly emptying all the creatures in the circle, even the insects and birds did not let go, all of them were magically turned into black shadows and annihilated.

Returning to the camp, Arkan packed up his things and quickly left the camp, and after identifying the direction, the werewolf scout headed straight to the west, where there was a larger camp, and if he didn't suffer the same magical attack, then he must pass this information on to the general headquarters as much as possible to ensure that he could find a way to deal with it as soon as possible.

After three days and two nights of day and night, Arkan, who saw the banner of the camp fluttering, finally could not hold on, and collapsed about half a mile from the camp, and when he woke up again, he had already come over for a day and a night, and saw his colleagues in the empire, Alkan first wept bitterly, and then accompanied by medical personnel, he saw the top general of the camp, a pig-headed general.

"Your intelligence is a little late, we can now be sure that it was the dark angels who attacked our various camps, and the information has been transmitted, and we have no way to deal with this now, fighting is our specialty, but fighting against those birdmen flying in the sky, we are not opponents at all, it's not that I'm discouraged, destroying my morale, and there is really no way to curb this attack for the time being. "The pig-headed general is called Dawad, he is a red-armored chariot, leading a force of about 3,000 people, and recently gathered a lot of surviving warriors like Alkan, but the more people, the more serious Dawad's worries, before receiving the order, he didn't dare to move, his area is the junction of the Ron Empire and the Orc Empire, after the demon army left from the orc grassland, went straight to the Ron Empire and captured various important towns of the Ron Empire in one fell swoop, there are sporadic news back, except for a few large cities that are still insisting on resistance, the rest are fleeing, surrendering, the demons almost control the entire Ron Empire。

"Sir, judging from the current situation, is there such a possibility, the dark angels of the demon clan are making boundaries?" After a few days of cultivation and intelligence gathering, Alkan looked at the simple map in his hand, the map was drawn on the map is a simple map of equal scale about a hundred miles near the camp, and there are black dots drawn by this werewolf scout with charcoal on the map, Alkan was originally studying the map, and it happened that Dawad was passing by, Alkan suddenly thought of a possibility, so he asked directly.

Dawad looked at it for a moment, then took the charcoal from Arkan's hand and connected the marked points of the attacked camp on it, which happened to be a slightly curved line.

"Follow me!" Davad seemed to think of something, took the werewolf scout into his command room, spread out the largest map, and the two orcs began to mark the location of the attack respectively, and then the two orcs began to extend to both sides according to the trend of this arc, until the edge of the map, and then the survivors and combat staff officers who rushed to see this line were also abrupt, Alkan's guess is most likely true, except for a few known camps that deviate to a certain extent on this line, or because of the terrain, the remaining line almost covers half of the junction between the Ron Empire and the Orc Empire, this predetermined line to be attacked, which is the defense line of the demon army.

"What the hell are the demons going to do?" A snake man staff officer stuck out his tongue with an annoyed face, slammed his fists on the table, and slammed it, and the people around him understood the meaning, but the meaning of this was really unguessable.

When the voice of the people fell down slightly, Dawad ordered: "Just press this line, let the brother battalions near this line retreat back immediately! In addition, the camp retreats two miles back, and ask for help from the headquarters!" The pig-headed man gave the order very decisively, and the people around him fell into distraction for a short time and then went down to arrange, if the dark angel came to attack at this time, although he knew the result, no one wanted to bear this "if".

"Arkan, come here. Davad whispered in the werewolf scout's ear for a moment, and the werewolf showed a puzzled expression after hearing this, but Davad tapped him on the shoulder, not letting Arkan say it.

The werewolf nodded solemnly, turned and left the camp with the remaining survivors, Arkan was tasked with delivering information to the general headquarters, but they were stopped by a herald who suddenly arrived at the camp gate.

"All the armies of the Orc Empire, the whole army has reduced the defensive line, now you can retreat!"