sand! rustle! ! A series of blood-red figures ran quickly in the dense forest, stepped on the ground covered with dead branches and fallen leaves, and made a small sound like spring eating mulberry. This is the Talent instinct of the Swart blood werewolf. The pads on the soles of the feet can effectively buffer the sound caused by landing, so that whether they are chasing or hunting, they can get as close to the target as possible without being discovered. "Whoa! Whoa!" Suddenly, two short spears pierced through the air and came towards them. Shoot straight at the two blood werewolves running ahead. Seeing that they were about to be stabbed, they saw their figures dodge, and narrowly dodged them with a slight difference. However, don't wait for them to be happy.
The ear-piercing sound of the whistle immediately spread to the ears. Then came one after another like a relay, which spread far and wide. They have been found! ! Seeing this, the blood werewolf shaman who was the leader let out an angry roar, and instantly changed his body shape, from the original upright state to a tall blood silver giant wolf. It caught up with the two Scarchi murlocs who were still running away in two or three steps, and took one bite at a time, tearing off the heads of the two murlocs as if pulling a toy. Then with a slap of the giant claw, the corpse was smashed into a pulp. Dark green blood flowed and gathered. The blood werewolf shaman stopped in a pool of blood and transformed back into his figure. "The warriors of the blood wolf tribe, those ugly and dirty murlocs have discovered us." "Don't hide your tracks anymore!" "Catch up and tear them apart!!" "Take their blood and fear as the best sacrifice to the great blood wolf god." "Aww!!" Hearing this, the blood werewolves who had hidden their figures stepped out of the shadows one by one. The miserable green eyes were full of fanaticism and bloodlust. Then Qi Qi roared—— "Aww!!!" The huge sound waves shook the surrounding vegetation and branches and leaves, and the sound resounding through the sky spread far away, showing awe-inspiring Killing intent. Shaluo Elder's long-awaited army of blood werewolves.
That's it, here we come! ! ———— The hills in the northwest corner of the virtual domain of God. On a simple high platform built of logs. Hearing the thunderous roar from not far away, Shaluo Elder couldn't help showing a sneer of disdain. If you are in an unfamiliar jungle at this time, you will be dizzy and lost your way. Maybe many murloc warriors would be scared out of their wits by this burst of murderous roars. That is the so-called head start! but now-- Looking at the subordinates under the high platform who are ready to go, Sha Luo hopes that the enemy will appear immediately. The psychological construction has been done in advance and the deployment has been made. The more imposing the enemies behave at this time, the more they can arouse the soldiers' desire to fight. In particular, they have prepared a unique "meeting gift" for each other early on. —— The virtual domain of the gods is three kilometers long and wide, and the area is not as wide as imagined. After confirming each other's positions, it took only a few minutes for the blood werewolves to arrive at the hill where Sha Luo and the others were. In the shadows of the trees, the figures of blood werewolves and ordinary werewolves loomed under the branches and trees. Staring at the hills ahead. There, the murloc figures were very clear. However, they did not immediately attack the hills. As hunters who have been wandering the jungle for a long time, looking at the strange silence above, they instinctively feel that something is wrong. "Master Bloodfang, what should we do now?" Beside the blood werewolf shaman, a scar-eyed blood werewolf who looked more majestic than him asked respectfully. Hearing this, the eyes of the blood werewolf shaman named Blood Fang flashed coldly, "Blood Eye, don't worry, wait until all the ordinary boys arrive!" Seeing that there are more and more ordinary werewolves with bows and arrows around them, until they stop growing, Blood Fang's cold voice came out: "Blood Eye, ask a small team of pure-bloods to lead a squadron of ordinary people to launch a tentative attack on the murlocs on the hill." "I want to see what those damn murloc trash are up to!" "yes!"
Scarred Eyes Bloody Werewolf Bloody Eyes responded respectfully. It is very clear about the meaning of Lord Shaman. This is to use ordinary werewolves as cannon fodder to test the strength of the enemy. Judging from the sentinels deployed by the opponent earlier, there is no shortage of wise men like Lord Shaman among the murlocs. As a result, such a temptation is very necessary! Although this is likely to cause heavy casualties to ordinary people. But compared to the noble purebloods. Everything is exactly what it should be! sand! rustle! ! Under the hill, a squadron of second-level high-ranking ordinary werewolves who had been transferred to [Jungle Shooter], led by a team of purebred werewolves who had been transferred to [Swift Warrior], groped up the hill with a short body and agitated emotions. They are grateful to the respected Lord Shaman for giving them this precious opportunity. As long as they can make contributions to this and obtain the qualifications to perform the ceremony, they can become noble existences among the clansmen just like those blood-red figures in front of them. It's really hard to come by! —— Above the hills, behind the shadows of trees and trees. Looking at the ugly werewolves below, Shayan, the leader of the Taoist squad with big left eyes and small right eyes, leaned into the ear of the chief instructor of the Taoist soldiers, Shawa, and whispered: "Instructor, do you want to do it?" "This time, we promise to follow your command and fight wherever you point, within a hundred meters, without missing a single one." Hearing this, Shawa glanced at Trachoma angrily. "Didn't you hear what Sharo Elder said before?" "Follow the military orders!" "Without his order, even if those wolf cubs touch your eyes, they are not allowed to release a single Taoism." "Later, throw the short spear on the right spot for me!" Hearing this, a look of disappointment flashed across Trachoma's face, but the two eyeballs rolled around, and in the blink of an eye, they slapped their chests firmly: "Don't worry, instructor! I promise to act in accordance with military orders." "In the future, I will definitely look more like a short-spear shooter than those short-spear shooters. In the whole Ming Cang faction, who doesn't know that my sharpshooter trachoma has the best accuracy." "That's the best!" Shawa looked down and replied indifferently. Then, Shaluo Elder's sonorous and powerful order came from above.
"All lancers, take aim and get ready—" "cast!!!" Hearing the order, apart from the shield-bearing warriors, the remaining four centurions immediately followed the arranged order. Start throwing in turn. One wave, two waves, three waves, four waves. Intensive "swoosh" sounds gradually sounded. puff! Puff! Immediately below came the sound of spears and axes breaking into flesh. And the terrific screams! Regardless of the plight of the clansmen, the surviving werewolf shooters took advantage of the gap to quickly launch a counterattack. A sparse rain of arrows hit. However, limited by the terrain and field of vision, even if the shield-wielding warriors did not raise their shields, very few Skachi murlocs were shot. Compared with ordinary werewolf shooters with dozens of casualties. In the first round of trials, the werewolf's defeat was obvious. "Five more teams!" "But this time let them take cover according to the terrain and put some pressure on the murlocs." "I want to see what that group of rubbish smelling all over their bodies are relying on to dare to wait for us here without hiding." "If there are only so few things right now, hum!!" The blood werewolf shaman let out a cold snort full of chills. They will understand, what is- A drop of blood, a hundred people pay! ! !