Chapter 494 The Impulsive Werewolf

Wang Cun strode under the towering tree. Under the tree lay the corpse of a werewolf. A sharp arrow pierced his throat. On the branch of the tree, there was a white man The corpse, blood dripping drop by drop from above, also shot in the throat. /

Looking at the two corpses up and down, a group of werewolves and barbarian translators felt chills down their spines, and looked at Wang Zhu with incomparable awe.

The distance from the place where the two white men were first found to this tree is at least two hundred meters, and there are countless lush trees in it. Although the werewolves found the whereabouts of the white man, they only found it and did not see it. , even under such a complex environment, Wang Zhu did not hesitate to open his bow and shoot arrows, and the two arrows were fatal, which can be seen from the magic of his archery.

The werewolf and the barbarian interpreter did not expect Wang Zhu's archery to be so powerful. You must know that they regarded Wang Zhu as a barbarian doing business along the way.

Whether in a werewolf tribe or a barbarian tribe, people with outstanding archery skills can gain enough respect, because exquisite archery means that they can kill the enemy at a safe distance.

In the war between barbarians and werewolves, a powerful archer killed a werewolf far more than a barbarian with well-developed limbs. In the werewolf tribe, the most feared was the sharp archer.

"let's go."

Wang Chu inspected the corpse, and immediately strode forward.

Obviously, these two white men are sentinels, and the appearance of a sentry means that they are already close to the range of the white man's lair.

"and many more……"

"what……"

When Wang Zhu heard the voice of the barbarian telling him to wait, he looked back and was stunned. He saw more than a dozen werewolves waking up from the shock of Wang Zhu's archery and rushing towards the white man's corpse, killing them three times and five times. The second one stripped the corpse of the white man, and two werewolves among them climbed up the towering tree with a "chuck" and "chuck", and they just got rid of the corpse of the white man hanging from the branch of the tree.

Just when Wang Zhu was stunned, the corpses of the two white men had been stripped naked. A group of werewolves might have divided the spoils unevenly, and almost started a fight. Fortunately, the barbarian reconciled, and finally everyone re-divided. Fight in the nest.

After dividing up the "spoils of war", a group of werewolves quickened their pace to catch up with Wang Zhu, and looked at Wang Zhu with flattering faces.

At this time, the werewolf's speech and behavior in front of Wang Zhu changed intentionally or unintentionally, and he began to become cautious.

Become restrained, not as arrogant and domineering as before.

Although the relationship between werewolves and barbarians has eased a lot, in the eyes of werewolves, barbarians are still weak, and what Wang Chou did just now subverted werewolves' impression of the weakness of barbarians.

In addition, the barbarian translator also gained enough respect, which made him not only in awe of Wang Chu, but also full of gratitude.

The barbarian translator didn't even know that what was in front of him was not an ordinary barbarian, but the god of barbarians—the God of Darkness.

However, the god of darkness revered by thousands of people does not have the consciousness of a god. At this time, he is walking on tiptoe in the primeval forest...

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In the distance, there was a noisy sound. Judging from the sound, there were at least hundreds of people.

Wang Zhu held a sharp sawtooth dagger in his hand, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Compared with Wang Chu, who was walking on thin ice, although the movements of a group of werewolves became light and vigilant, their expressions were still carefree, and they had no sense of danger.

Seeing the relaxed expressions of a group of werewolves on a spring outing, Wang Chu felt a little embarrassed, so he had to try his best to pretend that he didn't care.

Naturally, Wang Chu didn't know that the IQ level of werewolves was not high. Although they were also afraid of death in their bones, they definitely belonged to the kind of goods that would not cry without seeing the coffin.

The barbarian's translation was different. A crude scimitar was out of its sheath in his hand, and he followed behind Wang Stupid with tense muscles.

Gradually approaching the noisy sound.

Along the way, Wang Chu killed at least ten sentries.

Fortunately, perhaps the white people did not expect that someone would follow them to the old lair. Most of the sentries are useless, either sleeping or chatting. The closer the white people are to the lair, the less vigilant the sentry is Later, Wang Chu discovered that some sentries had climbed up the trees and looked towards the place where the lively noise was coming from, and they didn't even notice that there were enemies approaching at the foot of the tree.

All the way to the noisy place without any risk.

After killing the sentry on a big tree, a group of more than a dozen people climbed up to the crown of the towering tree under the leadership of Wang Zhu.

After climbing up the canopy, Wang Chou couldn't help praising him. This tree has a very good view, and it can almost see a bird's-eye view for several miles. Of course, this is only a theoretical statement. For this reason, there are also many sentries arranged by the white people, occupying many commanding heights, forming a cross-surveillance network with basically no blind spots.

Undoubtedly, the general who arranged the sentries was a military genius, but, unfortunately, this arrangement didn't make much sense in front of a master like Wang Zhu.

Of course, the white sentries originally dealt with werewolves, not practitioners like Wang Zhu, so it cannot be said that the white sentries were incompetent. If they were replaced by werewolves, it would be impossible for them to sneak into their base camp silently.

Standing on the canopy of the tree, the view of Wang Zhu's direction is not very good. Most of the places are blocked by the lush branches and leaves, but when looking at the white man's base camp, it is very clear.

Within a hundred meters, there is a huge open space, surrounded by hundreds of white people, forming a circle, in the middle of the circle, kneeling dozens of tied up werewolves, in the middle of the werewolves, stands a A huge cross, on the cross, is bound to Li Keke, the female devil head.

Li Keke was naked, her snow-white body looked extremely glaring in the wilderness, her spirit was very poor, her head was lowered, her black hair was hanging down, and only half of her face could be seen...

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"Don't make trouble!"

While Wang Zhu was carefully observing the terrain, suddenly, there was a commotion around him, and the barbarian translator was stopping a group of restless werewolves.

It turned out that the werewolves immediately became restless when they saw their goddess tied to the cross. If the barbarians hadn't stopped them, they would have rushed down.

"You tell them to wait until I figure out a way to save their goddess." Wang Zhu nodded secretly. It seems that the werewolf is really loyal to Li Keke, which is crucial to the peace between the barbarian and the werewolf. Importantly, without Li Keke's promotion, the hatred between the barbarians and werewolves would have been impossible to resolve.

"Uh-huh."

The barbarian translator hurriedly communicated with a group of werewolves, and only then calmed down the violent emotions of the werewolves.

Just when Wang Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, a scene that the werewolves couldn't accept suddenly appeared.

A white man began to whip Li Keke, the female devil head tied to the cross, with a whip. After just a few strokes, criss-cross whip marks were left on Li Keke's snow-white body. At the same time, some executioners began to chop off the heads of those kneeling werewolves.

"Aww..."

Behind Wang Zhu, the werewolf who had been soothed just now suddenly stood up, let out a roar that shook the world, and then jumped off the big tree without thinking about his own safety, and rushed towards the white man madly.

Watching the werewolf in a rampage rushing towards the white man, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Wang Zhu's mouth, all his efforts were in vain because of the werewolf's impulsiveness.

At this time, there were at least five hundred white people surrounding Li Keke, not including the white army hidden in the forest.

Wang Chu was almost certain that the number of white people here was at least five thousand.

A dozen werewolves confronting 5,000 werewolves would definitely hit a stone with an egg.

Just when Wang Zhu was thinking about whether to run away before the white man could react, the next scene left Wang Zhu dumbfounded.

More than a dozen werewolves who were stimulated by the insult of the goddess and the beheading of their companions rushed into the white people like lightning. The white people obviously didn't expect that there would be a werewolf here. Suddenly, the white people had already approached .

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

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Amidst the earth-shattering shouts of killing, more than a dozen werewolves entered the flock like wolves. Their strong bodies with thick bones were like steel armor. The white man will collapse at the first touch, and there is no way to stop the werewolf's footsteps.

Godsend!

Suddenly, Wang Zhu realized a problem. The individual combat power of the white people was not as good as that of the barbarians, and when the weapons were not dominant, the powerful barbarians had no choice but to run away when they met werewolves.

The strong defensive ability of the white people's advantage, but now the white people are in a relaxed state, unable to form an army formation for a while, and there is no long-range attack weapon. After being approached by a werewolf, facing the infinite werewolf, it is completely a Objects to be killed.

Under the scimitar of the werewolf, the white people fell one by one in a pool of blood.

Compared with the agile and strong werewolf, the white man is as vulnerable as a baby. A werewolf's individual battle is definitely a white man's nightmare. Even if they don't use weapons, they can easily tear apart a white man's body with just their sharp claws.

Wang Zhu knew very well that with the strict military discipline of the white people, this chaotic situation would soon end, that is to say, the chance to rescue Li Keke was fleeting.

Without hesitation, Wang Zhu bent his bow and set up an arrow and started shooting to cooperate with the rescue of the werewolves.

In addition to shooting the white men and executioners who threatened Li Keke's safety, Wang Zhu's goal was mainly to shoot the generals who organized the white resistance.

At this time, Wang Zhu's miraculous archery played an important role. Standing on the tall canopy, he had a bird's-eye view of the whole situation, and he was able to fully grasp the movements of the white people.

While shooting at the side, Wang Chu still did not forget to observe the dozen or so werewolves.

The fighting power of the werewolves was really terrifying. Among hundreds of white people, they were like a sharp hot knife piercing into the butter. middle.

"Ho Ho Ho Ho..."

Just when the werewolves were about to rush into Li Keke's side, suddenly, there was a uniform roar from a distance. Amidst the roar, the white people who had been fighting to the death with the werewolves suddenly retreated one after another. In a blink of an eye, the chaotic The battlefield suddenly became empty, and the werewolves without enemies rushed towards Li Keke.

not good!

Seeing rows of white troops rushing out of the woods to encircle the battlefield, Wang Chu already knew that the werewolves would not be able to rescue Li Keke...

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