"Dirty bastard, do you really think you can yell at me?"
The blood-robed wizard looked ferocious, his eyes were stern, and his words were full of hatred.
"We are cooperating with the Caucasus clan just to kill souls and collect corpses openly, not to be your slaves."
"On the contrary, you are just a herd of beasts driven out to look for food and trample all the rules for us."
"It's ridiculous. Do you really think you can build a country and live an upright life?"
"You will never be able to wash away your reputation as a butcher who destroys civilization. Sooner or later, you will be wiped out by the unity of mankind in the civilized world."
"madness!"
The blood-robed wizard sneered and raised his skull staff, like an executioner.
The leader of the White Wolf tribe has eyes that are about to burst, but the Caucasian dog is extremely powerful, especially after it turns into an undead creature, it is completely unaware of pain and its muscle strength is stretched to its limit.
The blood-robed wizard added a few more states, and his strength was very strong. The two claws of the mount pressed against his shoulder blades, making him unable to move.
"Don't worry, I will be gentle. After all, you will be my puppet soon, and I still need your face to control the White Wolf tribe."
The skeleton staff was raised and lowered, but at this moment, a figure covered in a gray cloak flew over from the side in the fog of death.
Fire burst out, and a death scythe with a dark blue blade appeared out of thin air.
"Heresy! Behead!"
Before Eve finished speaking, the death scythe cut open the gorget on the wizard's neck, and the hot flames ignited his clothes and hair.
But the next moment, the wizard moved sideways, turned his wrist at the same time, and the skull staff hit the sickle heavily.
Eve was still chasing after him, but a dark-skinned epee warrior appeared. His green eyes glared at Eve, and without saying a word, he charged with a sword.
Eve took small steps to avoid the charging path of the heavy sword warrior. With a twist of her wrist, the death scythe cut off the white dog's broken head.
The leader of the White Wolf Tribe rolled to his feet, raised the sword in his hand, and slashed the sword warrior in the crotch.
A stream of sparks shot out from the steel crotch protector, making a sharp and harsh sound of metal friction.
The swords clashed, and both sides retreated simultaneously.
The heavy sword warrior roared and roared, and his hatred was instantly transferred to the white wolf leader.
But at this time, a "beheading" sound came from behind.
With a flash of fire, the charge of the heavy sword warrior came to an abrupt halt.
The headless warrior, who had lost his soul and strength, fell to his knees with his sword in hand.
Eve glanced at the leader of the White Wolf tribe, her eyes wandering around his neck, as if thinking about the best angle to strike the knife at.
"You fighting the necromancer is not a heretic; you believe in the White Wolf, and the White Wolf saved my life, you are not a heretic. You are not my enemy."
As she spoke, Eve raised her hand and fired out a ball of flame. The body of the headless warrior instantly turned into a torch and burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.
Before the firelight dissipated, Eve pulled up her hood to cover the cute little cat ears on her head, and then jumped into the fog of death.
The leader of the White Wolf Tribe scratched his head and thought about those nonsense words. It wasn't until he felt severe pain in his thigh that he remembered his injury.
He took off his pants, grabbed a handful of dog brains and applied it to the wound on his thigh - this is the ancestral secret recipe of the Caucasian people, which can treat rabies.
At this time, Eve left and came back.
"If you become heterosexual one day, I will definitely burn you to ashes!"
Seeing the leader of the White Wolf tribe wearing only shorts to cover up his shame, and seeing the greasy white things on his hands and thighs, Eve was surprised for a few seconds.
"So soon? It seems that you can only like men in your life. Well, I won't burn gays to death."
The leader of the White Wolf tribe was even more puzzled.
"Who can tell me what's going on? What's going on with the girls?"
…
Not only did billowing waves of undead creatures emerge from the cracks, but there was also a gray-black mist of death.
Although there are tens of thousands of Caucasians, they are divided by thick fog and they all fight on their own.
Without the leader's orders, the Caucasians all became headless flies, not knowing who they should be with and who they should fight.
A: I'll beat anyone who threatens me! Forget about flying in the sky.
B: I’ll hit whoever my teammates hit! Damn it, why am I the only one left?
C: I'll beat whoever hits the leader! Hey, leader, why are you naked? Also, what's wrong with your dog? Oh no, no, I didn't see anything.
Ding: Who killed the leader's dog? Come out and challenge me!
E: The leader dog is dead? Oh no, the leader’s dog is dead?
In the mist of death, the blood-robed wizard frightened and extinguished the flames on his neck. If it hadn't been blocked by the skeletal throat guard for a few tenths of a second, he would have been beheaded.
As a magician, what you fear most is not the warriors who attack you head-on, but the archers hiding in the distance and the assassins hiding in the shadows.
No one can keep their spirits up all the time. Any moment of relaxation will lead to fatal attacks.
Countless genius magicians have fallen into the hands of assassins and archers throughout history, and the blood-robed wizard doesn't want to be one of them.
Therefore, he waved the skull staff and summoned several undead in tattered robes. He then took off his scarlet robe and put on ragged clothes.
The second crack never closed, because there were too many new flesh and souls on the battlefield, and countless undead creatures were scrambling to come out behind the crack.
Even if the necromancer wants to close the crack, he has to use all his hands and feet.
The undead creatures began to attack the Caucasian dog cavalry. This was not only the will of the undead wizard, but also their own instinct.
After all, the barbarians are either in the sky or in the steel castle, and the only things the undead creatures can touch are the Caucasian dog cavalry.
The Caucasian dog cavalry is not easy to deal with either, and they will do it backhand.
The two wolf gods also had a hard time catching the bone dragon. The two behemoths fought so hard that the earth shook, and it was unknown how many undead creatures and Caucasian dog cavalry were affected.
The barbarians in the steel fortress screamed excitedly, but they could only stick to the city wall and use their dragon-hunting crossbows to kill the undead creatures and Caucasian dog cavalry that crossed the border.
The flying dragon targeted the flying undead creatures, especially the gargoyles.
Eve shuttled around the battlefield like a ghost, looking for the figure of the necromancer with the help of Catwoman's helmet.
Everyone has their own things to do, but Tamil has become the most leisurely person.
In other words, the most boring person.
He also wanted to go down and fight, but the guards formed a human wall and refused to give way even if they were killed.
After becoming the king, Tamir could no longer kill like before, covered in blood and kill as heartily as before.
"Fuck!"
Taimu punched the console bitterly, and there was another fist mark next to the slap mark.