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CHAPTER 125 CHAPTER 0124

Shadows moved in the ditch in front of the wall.

The scarlet eyes are alternately hidden, and as long as you wait for a moment, there will be snow-white fangs that will continue to enlarge on the face.

"die!"

Meng brandished his sword to cut through the flesh, and the flames wrapped around the werewolf.

He angrily kicked away several obstacles, and started galloping on his wolf - if he stayed where he was and was surrounded, he would definitely be eaten up.

Ow!

A lean monster jumped out from the scorched black corpse. Several pieces of its fur had fallen off, its body was covered with brown spots, its limbs were long and slender, and it seemed to be muttering evil words in its drooling mouth.

Only a terrible howl was heard.

Before the monster blocking the way stretched out its front paw, its chest was torn open by a sharper claw.

The wolf stepped forward and galloped all the way, leaving behind a few gradually blurred bloodstains.

"pretty."

Meng gripped his saddle tightly, and in the midst of his haste to meet the enemy, he did not forget to praise his companion briefly.

The two of them are now like bait thrown into the ice hole, followed by a dense school of fish-they are all scrambling to be the first to swallow themselves immediately.

Several black shadows leaped up, and then slashed and swung their claws, but they were all dodged or blocked.

Meng is a hunter who grew up in the wilderness, and his reflexes and psychological quality can definitely stand the test. He single-handedly obtained a lot of food in Santon Kayari.

When Meng met the front and back wraps, he landed and began to roll.

The wolf gritted his teeth upwards to kill, while he cut off the monster's ankle from below, and when he jumped up, he didn't forget to pick between the monster's legs...

The wilderness often tortures those who are alone, and those who are not capable can't sustain a long journey alone.

Meng held the burning saber in his hand, like a curse that kept spreading, and the guy touched would have to howl a few times, and then scatter his energy to extinguish the bone-eating flame.

Countless monsters around him kept attacking him, all kinds of chaotic attacks, and flying flesh and blood gradually blurred his vision.

"Ah, get out of the way!"

Meng clenched the saber in his hand, and drew a circle, struggling to split a piece of pure land in the black, solid mist.

Werewolves flooded in and quickly filled the vacancy.

Meng Hao rolled over and rushed out before the encirclement closed. He grabbed the saddle tightly and let the power of the mount take him away.

Falling snow turned into water, soaking the icy ground.

He dragged along in the yellow-black mud, chopped off the claws on his legs with a knife, and then twisted his body again and returned to the wolf's back.

"bring it on!"

The roar resounded inside and outside the wall.

The backs of the scholars were shivering, and the hands holding the crossbow arrows trembled slightly. The guards pushed the heavy trucks to rush to work—Meng bought time, and had to hurry up to repair the loopholes in the wall.

The latch is completely stuck.

Mag panted and let go of her hand, the expression on her face gradually became serious, and the noble honor of the Kingdom of Norin emerged in her heart.

"His glory will never be lost to cowardice."

Mag Lierbota muttered to herself, she inserted the short dagger into the sheath at her waist, and drew out the longbow in the barrel, looking firmly at the direction where the wall extended.

"Scholar, what are you doing?"

The companions were all frightened by her successive actions.

"Save people," McGonagall cursed back as a matter of course, "You should have died, just when you were sloppy just now..."

The scholar who spoke fell silent.

He admired Nolin Tulip's bravery, but he still couldn't control his trembling legs. The weakness of human nature was exposed at this moment, and silence spread, and no one wanted to express his opinion.

"Staying inside the fence is already... the limit!"

Someone hides behind and mutters.

They are scholars of the Southern Border Kingdom, and intellectuals who enjoy praise in Xiongdu. No one has any reason to defend the village, or throw away their lives for a cold-faced northern native.

This shouldn't be blamed...

But Mag pushed away from the crowd, her blond hair was tied up on top of her head, and she was staring angrily at this moment.

"coward!"

Mag didn't bother to touch a person who lost his glory, so she pressed the other end of her bow arm against the man's throat. The skills taught by the palace guards came in handy, and this guy could only hang his neck and wait for the admonition.

"Before that, you should have died in the bandits' stronghold."

She said: "If there is no teacher, you will not even have the chance to abandon your companions and escape. If there is no Ken Bouvier, you will be disemboweled or sold as slaves in the market!"

Honor needs to be defended.

The brilliance of the Lierbota family shone on this rebellious second daughter at this moment.

The disdain in her eyebrows was undisguised, and any man with normal hormones would not be able to swallow his anger under such eyes.

"Let's go, he's still alive."

Mag's tone softened, but his footsteps became firmer, followed by bloody scholars.

Two men carried the bent plank.

They are [singers], and they followed Ken Bouvier on a long journey. The experience of arriving at the Dewar tribe and returning gave them courage and courage.

Mag had no time to praise, so he could only try his best to stride forward, praying that the person outside would hold on.

The howling echelon of werewolves rushed up the wall.

They bared their fangs and claws, chasing those who were desperately fleeing. Some monsters had wounds caused by traps, while others exuded the scorched smell of flames.

Death follows us everywhere.

Meng can guess: this group of werewolves are the lowest level, their combat power is not terrible, and there is no special species to command among them, as for the leader-level elite...not even a single one.

Hopefully the fence has been mended.

Meng Xin thought.

He would also feel scared in the face of dark monsters, but he laughed contemptuously. After all, this degree of oppression is far from the soul that tortured him.

"Man, how are we going to go back?"

Meng stretched his hand between the mount's necks, using the thick wolf fur to warm his palms that were frozen purple by the cold wind.

Suddenly, someone shouted on the fence: "Get down!"

Meng raised her head and saw that Mag had taken a shortcut and rushed in front of her at some point. Her face was like a jelly fruit, and her breathing was as rapid as if she had just climbed over a snowy peak.

Before he could see clearly, the female scholar buried her head.

Immediately afterwards, the black steel crossbow was lifted up. This thing was originally placed on a chariot equipped with horses.

At this time, several defenders are working together to calibrate it.

The scholars tied the barrels to the steel arrowheads, then set fire to the cloth strips next to the bungs, and the taut nooses volleyed with all their might, causing the entire wooden wall to tremble slightly.

"dodge."

With his head covered, the wolf deviated to the side like a leaping lightning.

The steel crossbow roared with burning bombs, and the heavy attack did not fly too far, barely falling into the wave of werewolves!
The sound of the explosion was deafening, the flames wailed and rose, debris and mud were scattered, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere.

Meng grabbed the saddle to stop, he shook off the ringing in his ears, and looked back:
The werewolves fled in all directions, glowing orange like sparks, their fur flying in the wind, curled up in the embers.

(End of this chapter)