Chapter 976: Capture the thief and capture the king In the Black Snake Valley, more than 2,000 wolf skeletons with miserable white bones have turned bloody, and they are desperately pounced on their former companions.
Wolf skeletons are not agile enough or fast enough, but they are more than three times more powerful than living wolves.
With a pounce, a bite, or a pounce and a grab, the wolf immediately fell to the ground, and blood spurted out of the torn body, staining the wolf skeleton all red.
And after the wolf skeletons were sprayed with blood, their movements became more agile, more and more agile, faster and faster, and the efficiency of killing became higher and higher.
The white miserable wolf skeletons beat the wild wolves to a crush, and the dead and evil aura they emitted made the wild wolves keep retreating, and they kept letting out a terrified howl.
There are also bold male wolves who pounce on the wolf skeletons and want to share the victory with them, but the consequence is often that they are easily torn apart.
Using the wolf skeleton to disrupt the attack of the wolves, Enzo asked the warriors to heal urgently, his eyes fixed on the royal werewolf surrounded by wolf cavalry.
Flying the golden wolf flag, his face is no different from that of ordinary humans, except for a pair of fluffy wolf ears that reveal his identity as an orc.
This werewolf, which is ninety out of ten similar to humans, is a pure-blooded royal orc.
Legend has it that the most primitive and oldest generation of orcs, they are exactly the same as humans on weekdays, and only when they activate the power of the bloodline, they will suddenly change into orc form.
Therefore, in the orc population, the higher the purity of the bloodline, the more noble the bloodline of the orcs, the higher the similarity between them and humans.
And the more mixed the bloodline, the lower the bloodline of the orcs, they have a large number of beast characteristics, and there are even some orcs who are born no different from beasts.
The royal werewolf that Enzo was staring at, he must have been an important figure in the werewolf clan.
Otherwise, a royal family that looks like they have just grown up has three thousand green wolves to protect them, and they can gather more than 10,000 wild wolves when they go out hunting, which is something that ordinary werewolves can't do at all.
Plus that golden wolf flag.
Enzo was even more sure that it was a big fat sheep Holding a small, bone-made magic scroll in his fingers, Enzo let out a sudden yell, and then charged towards the werewolf cavalry.
With Enzo's charge, Long Gen, who was wearing heavy armor and holding a heavy horse chopping sword in both hands, followed closely without saying a word, and the horse chopping sword nearly two meters long was dragged diagonally on the ground, and Long Gen's hand occasionally flickered.
The huge long sword brought a cold wind, and a large area of blood spurted out.
With a heavy sword weighing 300 catties, Long Gen can cut several wild wolves in half with a single sword.
Holding the shield in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, the mountain was closely accompanying Enzo's side, and he continued to use the shield surface covered with spikes to hit the rushing wolf, and the long sword in his right hand brought a thick sword light, firmly protecting Enzo's flanks.
Compared to the dragon roots, which were wide open and closed, the defenses of the mountain were extremely strong, and no wild wolf could get close to Enzo.
The wolf cavalry quickly spotted the three Enzo who were rushing straight at him, and the royal werewolf ordered his men to reorganize their ranks.
At the same time, he pointed angrily at Enzo and the others, and let out a sharp wolf howl.
He meant it clearly.
Killed and wounded by Enzo's soldiers with crossbows, the young royal werewolf needs to wash his shame away from Enzo's head.
A group of thirty wolf cavalry quickly left the group, and they lined up in a three-tiered array of wild goose feathers, and launched a charge at Enzo and the three with a sharp wolf howl.
Their wolves gulped out hot air, and large slivers of saliva flowed down their mouths.
The wolf cavalry riding on the wolf seat swung their long knives, which were full of gaps but tried their best to contain them, and slashed lightly at the three of Enzo.
Ryugen stepped forward with a sliding step.
He clenched his sword and swung it from left to right.
"Horizontal Split Circle" Dragon Root hair stood up, and two white gases erupted from his nostrils.
The muscles on his body suddenly swelled in a circle, and the fighting qi urged the muscles, shaking the meridian bones, and at that moment, his strength quickly soared to the peak state.
The huge horse slashing sword spewed out a cold light several meters long, and a layer of light flickered faintly on the horse slashing sword, and an arc of light lasted in the air for a blink of an eye before dissipating.
Thirty wolf cavalry who charged forward let out a terrible howl, and they were cut off by the dragon's sword, and when the blood spurted out, their wolf head also fell to the ground, and blood was spilled all over the ground.
Long Gen swung the sword and let out two deep breaths, then he strode forward and slashed out three more horizontal slashes in a row.
Wherever the heavy sword passed, the corpses of wild wolves were thrown up one after another, and the skin of the dragon root had turned bloody, and the heat continued to rush from the top of his head.
With the strength of the lower level of the Heavenly Rank, he continuously urged the most powerful combat skills he mastered, and Long Gen's four swords in a row were already his current limit.
Four swords were slashed, thirty wolf cavalry and wolves were shattered, and more than forty wild wolves were cut to pieces.
Dragongen quickly took a few steps back, allowing the mountain to protect itself.
It was this burst of charging kung fu, and the three of them were less than a hundred meters away from the royal werewolves.
Enzo pinched the magic scroll held in his palm, and the sword in his right hand burst out like electricity, bringing a dazzling cold light that continued to shoot forward.
A wild wolf that jumped up with his head vomited blood from his throat and fell to the ground, and Enzo was like an indestructible steel knife, stubbornly rushing forward twenty meters in the dense wolf pack.
There were no wolf skeletons nearby, and there were dense wild wolves all around.
Long Gen gasped a few times, and the strength he had expended quickly recovered, he mustered up his fighting spirit, strode forward, and kicked out a wild wolf that jumped up and pounced, and then swung out with another incomparably brutal horizontal slash.
Wearing heavy armor and holding a two-meter-long sword in his hand, the horizontal slash is Longgen's most powerful fighting skill, and on the battlefield, he doesn't need any other tricks at all.
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Several meters of sword qi spewed out, and more than thirty wild wolves howled miserably and were split into two pieces by a sword, blood gushed out with the sword qi, and the body below the dragon's chest was sprayed with blood, and he turned into a bloody man.
He held his breath, clenched his long sword, and slashed out three more times in a row.
One sword is five meters, three swords are fifteen meters forward, Enzo and the others are less than fifty meters away from the royal werewolf.
The royal werewolf's face turned slightly, and he scolded sharply: "Where are the warriors of the green wolf clan, do you want to let a group of small humans insult the dignity of the werewolf clan, do you want me to cut off their heads myself?"
The Wolf Riders let out a terrible howl, and it was an unforgettable shame for the orcs who valued the honor of their warriors above all else.
Such a shame can only be washed away with the blood of the enemy, and only their brains and internal organs can completely eliminate such a shame.
Three exceptionally strong werewolves waved their long knives and rode towards Enzo and the others.
Behind them, this time only fifteen stout werewolves followed.
These three green wolves are the thousand-man captains of these three thousand green wolves, and each of them is the strength of the lower level of the heavens.
And those fifteen sturdy werewolves are all high-level strength.
The quality of orcs is much stronger than that of humans, and their cultivation of fighting qi is much easier than that of humans, so among the orc tribes, the proportion of heavenly and status warriors is much higher than that of humans.
If it weren't for the fact that humans have a population base that is hundreds of times better than that of orcs, the status of the orcs and the heavenly warriors would have broken through the Norman battle castle a long time ago, and they would have burned and looted in the hinterland of the Western continent.
The three celestial werewolves roared and rushed towards Enzo, they swung their long knives and slashed at Enzo with a fierce joint sword.
Enzo flipped his palm, and he crushed the magic scroll in his palm.
The sound of the titicap was endless, and dozens of arm-thick white bone spears with green poisonous gas were born out of thin air from the air, and with a loud click, the white bone spears shot out, cutting through a space of less than twenty meters, and hitting the three green wolves.
The magic scrolls sent by Gawu were all the best of the best, and every blow reached the level of a celestial peak mage.
The three werewolves were caught off guard and were hit by a blow from the bone spear, and they snorted and were shot through the body by the spear, and fell off the wolf's back in embarrassment.
The poison quenched on the bone spear quickly invaded their bodies, corroding their flesh and blood, and life quickly flowed from their bodies.
With a blow from the white bone spear, Enzo was already less than twenty meters away from the royal werewolf.
The royal werewolf's face became extremely ugly, and he suddenly hissed when he looked up to the sky, and large golden hairs grew under his skin, his ears quickly lengthened, his face bulged, and the muscles and bones of his body made a terrible clicking sound.
He began to become a beast, he activated the power from the primeval ancestors in his bloodline, and quickly transformed into a true royal werewolf, the Golden Werewolf Among the orcs, the silver werewolf is a natural mystical mage and is the best candidate for a wizard; The golden werewolf, on the other hand, is the nobleman of the nobility, they are powerful warriors, and any newborn golden werewolf has a strength comparable to that of a high-level warrior of human status.
And this golden werewolf who has become an adult, although his fighting spirit is only the middle level of the heavenly rank, but because of the golden werewolf's natural strength and terrifying agility speed, he at least has the actual combat power equivalent to the peak of the heavenly rank, and it is even more terrifying than the peak of the heavenly rank.
Enzo sneered, and he muttered in a low voice: "If you have money, you are good, and if you have a magic scroll, you are an uncle on the battlefield."
With a flip of his left hand, a new magic scroll was cut off by Enzo, and an invisible magic wave quickly rushed towards the golden werewolf who was transforming.
The secret technique of the undead, the great fear of the necromancy broke out around the golden werewolf, and the sudden despair and fear quickly covered all the wolf cavalry, and even the golden werewolf who was transforming let out a terrible howl, and lay on the ground trembling with his hands in his eyes.
Enzo lunged forward, his sword bursting like lightning, piercing the golden werewolf's joints in the limbs and then choking him by the neck.
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