"Go! Go!" The vague voice, with a muddy guttural sound, was the unique voice of a werewolf.
"Crack!" "Crack!" The crisp crack of the whip was mixed with suppressed screams such as "uh" and "ouch".
In the dense forest, a ragged human team was staggering forward driven by werewolves. There were more than 400 people, including men and women. Their common characteristics were that they were young and healthy, and there was no old, weak, sick or disabled person.
At both ends of the team were werewolves. There were forty of them. Each one of them was over 1.8 meters tall. They were all muscled and very strong. Especially the werewolf at the front of the team. He was two meters tall and powerful.
The claws are like knives, the teeth are like saws, and the eyes are glowing with blood, and he is extremely ferocious.
The werewolves at the front of the team were clearing the way, while the werewolves behind were waving rattan whips to urge the human prisoners to move forward quickly.
In the middle of the captive team, there were more than thirty young women gathered together. They were all from Hetan Village. As for the rest of the team, they were captured by werewolves from other villages and gathered all the way.
Throughout the team, the young men were silent and moving forward with their heads lowered. They had all accepted their fate. This kind of thing happens all year round in the forest, and it is not unusual at all.
Women are weaker and will cry helplessly from time to time to vent their fear and pain.
The same is true for the women in Hetan Village, but Jasmine in the middle of the team did not cry. Her face was smeared with mud, and her hair was down, covering her better appearance. She was silent all the way here.
Keep your head down, use your hands and feet together, and move forward with all your strength.
She had a belief in her heart that when her man came back from hunting, he would definitely come to save her.
As they were walking, a steep and difficult mountain road appeared in front of them. The prisoners were forced to pass by the werewolves. Some people fell down, and some were unlucky and sprained their feet. They sat on the ground and couldn't get up.
The werewolf next to him looked at each other. He stepped forward, ended the man's life with one claw, and then put his body on his shoulders. Even if he couldn't become a slave, the human body could still be used as food.
Werewolves are extremely cruel creatures.
After walking down a steep slope, the team lost more than a dozen people. Unfortunately, two women from Hetan Village were also killed.
The atmosphere of terror extended throughout the entire team, causing not despair but numbness. The human captives were used to it. They were not strong enough to resist, so they had no choice but to accept this fate.
Not long after the steep slope, a small river more than thirty meters wide appeared in front. The werewolf leader at the front howled and pointed for a while, and then the werewolves threw the previous human corpses into the river.
In just a moment, the whole river began to boil. You could see many small fish as big as a palm and full of sharp teeth flying through the river. Bloody flowers appeared, and the flesh on the corpse was quickly devoured, and the whole corpse moved at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Turn into bones.
This is the most terrifying sharp-toothed fish in the forest. They are divided into two types: one is called the "slippery ghost", which has a smooth body and is like a loach. It is very good at drilling into the anus of animals crossing the river and gnawing its intestines; the other is
The species called 'Butcher' has extremely powerful teeth that can break a thigh bone. They are responsible for attacking.
In the water, they are the mortal enemies of all living things. If you want to cross the river, you must feed them, which is commonly known as the "crossing tax".
"Cross the river! Cross the river quickly!" The werewolf roared loudly, pushing the panicked human captives into the river one by one.
At this time, even the silent men screamed in fright, but there was nothing they could do. Behind them were the claws of the werewolf, and in front were the sharp teeth of the crazy fish, but these crazy fish were busy eating the corpses.
Given the choice, the prisoners still chose to go down the river.
The women in Hetan Village also went down to the river, and so did Jasmine. She waded in waist-deep water while praying for the Creator's blessing.
When the human captives reached halfway, all the corpses in the river were eaten, and the crazy fish began to attack the captives outside before they were full.
Screams rang out one after another, people kept falling into the water, and the whole river turned blood red.
Game Management Department.
An administrator watched this scene quietly. According to the plan, he controlled the sharp-toothed fish to attack the players whose game time was about to run out.
One after another, in order to comply with the spirit of humanity, they were all fatal within five hits.
The sharp-toothed fish moved among the captives in the river. After a while, the women of Hetan Village in the middle of the crowd also began to be attacked.
Jasmine saw a woman wading in the water not far away. She knew her name, Anna. Her body shook violently, and then her eyes suddenly widened, her pupils diverged, and her whole body fell softly into the water. After a while,
A large number of body fragments floated where she was.
Fear and despair finally made Jasmine scream. She desperately waded to the other side of the river. She didn't know how long it took, until she exhausted all her strength and finally reached the other side of the river.
Looking back, I saw that the entire river had turned dark red, and the sharp-toothed fish in the river jumped out of the water from time to time, looking very excited.
This is a complete scene of hell.
This time across the river, more than thirty prisoners were lost. They all died in the river. The team became even more silent. The women had no energy to cry, and the men's eyes were numb and gray.
Game Management Department.
The administrator turned to the person in charge and said, "Director, we have received a lot of complaints about the behavior of 'kicking people across the river' just now."
"I know, if you reply to them, the human race is now in a dark period, but the king has appeared, and he will lead the human race into the light. Give them a compensation and let them play the human race again for free. The life span is sixty years."
"Okay." The administrator made an announcement. After a while, he turned around and said: "Director, they accepted the compensation and entered the game again."
"Haha, you naive player." The person in charge smiled and said: "Get a Russian roulette wheel and transfer a few places among ordinary players, no more than ten, and make their destiny better, so that
They follow the king all the way."
"Okay." The administrator executes the command.
forest.
After crossing the river, there was dense forest again, and the prisoner team continued to move forward. This time, no one cried. No one fell behind and was not killed.
After walking in silence for more than three hours, the werewolf at the front suddenly moved its ears, and then made a stop motion.
"Someone is following!" He growled and signaled to the two werewolves beside him: "You guys, go and take a look behind!"
The two werewolves nodded, leaned to the ground, and using their hands and feet, they quickly rushed to the back of the team and disappeared from everyone's sight.
About five minutes later, there were two very slight sounds of bowstrings, and then there was the miserable howl of a werewolf. After that, the forest fell into silence again.
These sounds were too far away for these untrained human captives to hear, but every werewolf heard them clearly and immediately felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The werewolf leader stopped making any sound. He began to make gesticulating gestures again, to the effect of: "The elves may be coming. Hide in the tree to prevent sneak attacks from bows and arrows!"
The werewolves immediately gave up their prisoners and hid in the woods.
Many of the human captives raised their heads. They didn't hear these sounds and didn't understand what was going on, so they had strange looks on their faces.
Among the crowd, Jasmine's face showed extreme joy, and she said to the women from the surrounding village: "The leader must have come to save us!"
The women listened. Their faces were dubious, but they still showed a look of expectation.
People from other surrounding villages heard Jasmine's words and asked, "Your leader?"
"Yes, our leader, he is very powerful, he is the God of War!" Jasmine's eyes sparkled.
The news quickly spread among the prisoners, and soon most of them raised their heads with a look of hope on their faces.
The forest was quiet for a while. About seven or eight minutes later, suddenly, a scream appeared very close. It was from a werewolf. Immediately afterwards, a werewolf fell from the tree next to him, his hands tightly covering his throat.
, blood spurted out. His throat was cut.
A figure flashed in the surrounding trees and disappeared at an incredible speed!
"It's him, it's really him! He's our leader!" When a woman from Hetan Village saw it, she covered her mouth and cried with joy.
People in other villages were also talking a lot, and their faces began to show a stronger look of expectation.
They felt hope of rescue.
Three minutes later, blood rained down from the tree, and then, with a 'bang', another werewolf fell from the tree, and his heart was stabbed through.
"Ouch~ He only has one..."
A werewolf shouted, but before he could finish his words, there was a "collapse" sound of a bowstring, and a werewolf fell from the tree.
An arrow hit him in the eye and went straight into his brain.
However, the other werewolves still got the news that they had only one enemy, hiding in the surrounding dense forest.
"Ouch~ come out, come out! Together, stand together!" The figure of the werewolf leader came out.
Originally, sneak attacks in the forest were the specialty of werewolves, and only elves could rival them. But now, this opponent is like a ghost, more powerful than them, forcing them to use their numerical advantage to fend off the enemy.
The werewolves stopped hiding and emerged from their hiding places one after another and began to gather together.
However, just as they appeared, the sound of bowstrings exploding began to appear one after another in the dense forest.
The sound came one after another, and each time three arrows appeared, shooting in different directions. Each arrow was aimed at the werewolf's vitals, making it extremely difficult to dodge, and the accuracy was terrifying.
Among these werewolves who appeared, it was like a death's scythe sweeping back and forth. The werewolves fell down "swish, swish, swish", and the speed was shocking.
The werewolf leader hid behind the werewolf and roared, with despair in his voice: "We are finished, we are finished! It's the Elf Archer, it must be the Elf Archer!"
The call of death rang nine times in total, taking away the lives of twenty-three werewolves... In such a short period of time, there were only twelve werewolves left on the ground.
The human captives were dazzled and dazzled by what they saw. The hope in their hearts became stronger and stronger, and there was a strong look of worship in their eyes.
In their eyes, these werewolves are invincible and terrifying existences, but now, someone is harvesting their lives like chickens and sheep. So how strong must this person be?
"This woman is right, this must be the God of War!"
"The God of War has come to save us!"
"Could it be an elf coming?"
"No, he is my man!" Jasmine loudly denied everyone's questions.
The werewolves looked at each other, seeing despair in each other's eyes.
The werewolf leader hid behind the werewolf and waited for a long time, but no sound of bowstring appeared. He immediately guessed the reason and shouted: "Brothers, don't be afraid, he has run out of arrows!"
No matter how powerful the archer is, once he runs out of arrows, he loses his intimidating power. When it comes to close combat, werewolves are not afraid of any opponent.
The arrows were indeed used up, and a figure appeared. Standing on the branch, he was a human man wearing animal skins with a slender yet strong body. His bow had been put on his back, and the quiver was empty. He held it in his hand.
Holding a broad sword.
"Come on, tear him apart!" the werewolf leader roared.
The werewolves howled and used their hands and feet to rush toward their opponent in the tree. The werewolf's unique blood shadow magic flashed on his body and he followed cautiously behind his men.
Compared with bows and arrows, they are no match, but compared with close combat, werewolves dare to fight against elves, let alone a human race that they regard as slaves!
