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Chapter 129 0128: The end of the night

The werewolf stretched out its claws unwillingly.

It wanted to force its way through the wall of fire, but the scorching flames seemed to be able to penetrate the hair, and it sizzled instantly, emitting a stench different from burning hair.

ooh-

The monster howled, but could no longer transmit fear into it.

This wall of fire that has been fully raised and perfectly fit has already declared victory in the defensive battle.

Next, it can only be left to time and fate.

The villagers and those in distress remained silent on the spot, their sights distorted by the heat wave, and one more item was added to the scattered prayers——pray for the man in front of them.

The monsters left in the village began to gather.

The werewolves surrounded them from all directions with their red eyes. After venting the destruction, some guys had already started to eat the corpses.

A series of black shadows stood up.

They will be surrounded in the center, with greed in their pupils, and tyrannical emotions dripping wet with saliva on the mud bricks.

Fresh flesh and blood are more worth grabbing!

Meng stood there calmly.

Squinting tired eyes, he dropped the torch, then reached into the tattered clothing and pulled out a piece of metal from his chest.

Blurred vision caused by explosions and landslides has not fully recovered.

He could only see the waves of fire flying, the overlapping black shadows in front of the orange background, the pain in the wound, and the dripping blood, which made the werewolves bark in hunger.

The only prey left is still such an active delicacy.

The monsters were afraid of each other, and they groped and approached unwillingly, and from time to time they scratched the floor tiles to warn their companions.

Looking up at the night sky, Meng said weakly: "It's over, take me away."

The ghosts entangled in his heart slowly condensed, and small whispers began to whisper in his ears, as if reminding him of the suffering he had experienced, as well as the shackles and fate he should bear as a survivor.

But Meng can only see darkness now, and can only hear his own breathing.

Meng felt that he was guilty, because he was about to die in the siege of werewolves before he could take revenge.

There are many ghosts behind him, and they seem to be eager to witness their end, but those ghosts... actually bring a refreshing coolness in the heat wave.

In the night sky in the north, dense clouds weighed on the top, as heavy as a coffin.

Burke stared at the pitch-black sky in a daze. He tapped his finger on the wooden board of the sentry tower while taking a sip of the last strong tea.

The apprentice huddled and shivered by the partition.

Since the landslide, the movement around Santon Kaya gradually disappeared, but the quieter he became, the more frightened he felt, and he kept asking, "Teacher, there are monsters inside and outside the tribe..."

"How long have we been waiting?"

"Hey?"

The apprentice felt astonished, this was the first time in a long time that the teacher paid him any attention.

After a little recollection, he said: "They have been attacking since the afternoon, and they haven't stopped until just now."

"No," Burke continued to ask after finishing his strong tea, looking at the empty cup. "I said, how long has the tribal battle flag been away?"

The apprentice sat down with folded arms, all he remembered was when the snow fell the hardest.

Of course, Burke didn't expect the guy to remember, and he leaned back on the board, listening intently to the movement in the night wind.

pat.

The apprentice heard a very crisp and small cracking sound, and then he saw the thing that the teacher clamped on the top of the watchtower fell down.

"A piece of wood?"

He held it in his hand and looked at it, but he couldn't see the way out. He felt that some strange creature flashed by.

Sigh!
The sound of birds.

The apprentice threw away the wood chips in a panic, and turned to observe on the wooden fence: the ground was still empty and lonely, but there seemed to be a faint black line flickering in the night.

He squinted his eyes and looked for a long time, only to realize that it was a [Soul Crow].

Burke picked up the piece of wood, rubbed it with his fingertips to remove the carvings on it, and then said lightly, "Let's go."

The apprentice's expression was blank.

Every time he encountered something he couldn't understand, he would choose to give up thinking and rely entirely on the teacher to make a decision, and it was the same this time.

He put down the climbing ladder obediently, went to explore the way first, and then helped the bloated Burke climb down.

The two passed several platforms before returning to the ground.

The apprentice looked at the main entrance of Thornton Kaya, and felt as if he had passed away. Before he set off, he never dreamed that he would defend himself against the attack of werewolves in the cold wind.

For several moments, he seemed to be able to see: the monster dragged itself out of the defense, and ate with its kind.

Burke walked forward silently, reaching out and groping in the interlocking mechanism.

His fat body bumped back and forth repeatedly, as if he had used a lot of strength, and finally he called his apprentices, and the arms of both of them exerted strength at the same time, and the joint was returned to the middle.

Boom, babble~
The gate that Arthur had exhausted the tribe's wood production for a week and then made of iron and steel was opening automatically at this moment.

For the first time in a day of fierce fighting, it was facing the outside in an open state.

"You, what are you..." The apprentice panicked, he never thought that the function of this mechanism was to open the door. "There are monsters outside!"

"Shh, look."

Burke looked calmly into the distance.

At the end of the village road where the woods overlap, it seems that the trembling canopy of the trees can be seen, as well as the snow that has been shaken several meters high.

Ken is about to return with his troops.

He led all the cavalry to abandon the large army, and rushed to help with the fastest speed.

Those werewolves who were blocked by the landslide and waited for an opportunity on the outer edge surrounded them. They thought they would meet the fleeing team, but they were greeted by arrowheads and knives and axes.

The apprentice waited eagerly.

Finally, Ken appeared in front of the blocking horse, and Feilang jumped up, and with his terrifying jumping ability, he even directly crossed the pothole obstacle.

The apprentice felt that the sky was filled with sand and rocks.

He raised his hands to cover his face, feeling mud spots and huge force coming one after another, like a hurricane whistling past.

……

puff.

Falling under the feet of the werewolf, just as he spit out blood, he was snatched away by another monster. They tore and collided in front of the wall of fire, and the prey gradually lost their breath in the hand-to-hand fight.

"My God, he's so young."

Mrs. Tennyson covered her mouth.

The onlookers beside her were also tearful. This child gave hope to others, but faced death silently.

"Anyone is fine, save him quickly."

McGonagall hugged Joan tightly, and turned her face away impatiently.

Scholars looked away one after another, especially those who had just erupted in controversy, and the guilt in their hearts couldn't be added.

puff.

It fell to the ground.

His vision was blurred, his chest was drenched in blood, and all he needed was one last touch to end his lonely and miserable life.

Joan trembled all over, and she thought of Hamsin, and a deeper pain welled up.

That night, it was also in front of the altar.

Did the tribal warrior who guarded Sandon Kaya with his life experience such a thing?
The strongest werewolf growled.

It finally frightened away its prey companions by fighting. Now it is crawling on the ground, smelling the delicious smell of blood, and opened its fangs!
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