A werewolf boy climbed up from the smoke and rubble.
He is still a child. He is covered with pure silver, shiny and smooth hair, has a pair of big blue eyes, and pointed and clever wolf ears. Even in the werewolf tribe (Eskimo tribe), he is also
A noble purebred orc.
Now his face was in a mess. The thick smoke made him cough repeatedly and burst into tears. The fire burned the hair on his body, making him look dirty and messy. Even his eyes became cloudy because of the thick smoke.
"Grandpa? Grandma?" the werewolf boy whispered in the thick smoke, "you guys *cough cough*, are you okay?"
"Bedi." The old man replied weakly. A burnt hand stretched out from the rubble.
"Grandpa? Grandpa!" The werewolf boy rushed over and started digging wildly with his claws. "You hold on a little longer, *cough cough* I will rescue you right away!"
With a sizzling sound, the boy was burned, and his hand retracted reflexively. A huge fragment in the rubble was burned red in the fire, and it was not of a quality that could be moved.
"Bedi, forget about my business, you--*cough cough*---you can escape alone." The old man let out a low cough.
"Don't talk, grandpa, I will take you right away." The young man tried to move the rubble regardless of the high temperature. But his thin and weak body could not move such a huge piece of debris.
"It doesn't matter, really," the old man said calmly, "Grandpa has lived a long time, which is enough. And grandma is also with me. *cough*... We won't do it anymore
We're separated. Bediwell, you will be alone in the future...*cough cough*---You must live a strong life and don't cry casually------"
An explosion wiped out the old man's last voice. More rubble fell from the ceiling, completely crushing the old man.
The blood splashed on the werewolf boy's body, dyeing the silver-white wolf fur red.
"Grandpa------" The werewolf boy got up from the ground. The fur all over his body was burned by sparks, and there were more than a thousand wounds on his body, all of which were bleeding.
"Obviously... I just want to live a peaceful life. Can't even this little wish come true?!" The anger that had been accumulated in the young man's heart for a long time finally broke out: "Damn it---Damn it, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Ah!!! Damn the Fierce Fang Clan!!!"
The werewolf boy went crazy with rage and completely lost his mind. A large number of photons were sucked into the werewolf's body from the surrounding environment. The boy's body instantly expanded and turned into a violent giant beast. This is the talent of the orcs, absorbing
[Madness Technique] that strengthens body with photons.
The giant beast was no longer afraid of the blazing fire. He roared crazily and rushed out.
In the town square, the Tiger Men of the Fang Clan were sorting out the results of their looting: they piled the gold and silver treasures they had snatched into a pile, preparing to pack and transport them away; they also piled the killed human corpses together, preparing to burn the corpses to eliminate traces.
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Among the corpses were dozens of corpses of the French Kingdom's Strong Shield Knights, which were obviously the patrols that had been completely wiped out. France was in turmoil at that time due to the infighting among the royal families. The strength of the knights was uneven, and the troops that encountered the orcs were only beaten.
Son.
As for these vicious big cats, they do all kinds of bad things. On the surface, they are robbing for the sake of robbing, but in fact they only act to cover up a certain purpose.
They looted, burned, killed - and silenced all witnesses - and raided village after village.
"You haven't found that kid yet?" The tallest and strongest among the tiger bandits said to the other one beside him, "We have already searched more than a dozen villages. What a waste of time. If this continues, the Knights will be provoked."
With the attention of the large troops, the action will be much more hindered by then."
"It doesn't matter, boss." Another tiger man replied: "Thanks to the rule of madman Clotier, the political situation in France is currently in turmoil. The Knights are busy with the civil war and have no time to control such a remote village.
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"Wow!" The soldiers screamed not far away, and a huge beast rushed out of the sea of fire, with its right paw holding the head of a Hungarian soldier.
The beast's silver hair reflected a dazzling crimson color in the firelight. It howled and threw the soldier's body in the direction of the robber leader.
Even though the leader jumped to avoid this wave of attacks, the soldiers beside him were not spared. The whole group of people flew out in all directions. They either hit hard objects and fell into pieces, or fell into the sea of fire and were burned alive into charcoal.
"Are you going crazy? What an exaggerated power." The bandit leader sneered.
The monster howled crazily, with no momentum to stop. He grabbed all the objects within his sight, and then threw them out like a child throwing toys. For a time, the remains of buildings, burning trees, orcs
The corpses, and even the various cargo containers in the port, all flew all over the sky as if they had wings, and then turned into a deadly rain of meteorites and fell down.
"What a messy attack method," the robber leader sneered while dodging, "the silver wolves can use the talent of madness without any training. This must be true.------ah hahaha
Haha, I finally found you, Silver Wolf Bewilf!"
The beasts roaring crazily in the sea of fire, the bandit leader laughing crazily, coupled with the countless burning rubble falling from the sky, what a strange scene it was.
However, this situation would not last long. The beast still roared, but his roar became faster and his movements became slower.
"Tired? It takes a lot of physical energy to continue going berserk. How long can you hold on?" The leader smiled sinisterly, not forgetting to dodge attacks. He seemed to be able to do it with ease.
"Awwwwww--" the wild beast roared angrily and threw the boulder in his hand at the tiger leader.
"It's useless!" The robber leader easily dodged.
"Roar!" The monster was already following closely behind the boulder. It emerged from the blind spot of the opponent's field of vision in an instant, and its sharp claws grabbed the opponent with the force of tearing the heaven and earth apart!
Just when the monster's claws were about to tear the bandit leader apart------
"Drink!" The other huge claw blocked the fatal blow of the wild beast.
"You kid is quite clever, you actually used the blind spot behind the stone to sneak attack me," the tiger leader sneered calmly, "But don't think that you are the only one who can use mad transformation!"
The madness technique that the tiger leader learned after long-term training is obviously much better than the madness technique that the werewolf boy learned based on his talent. His left hand became abnormally huge, and it was this huge left hand that blocked the way.
The blow just now. This left hand was tightly grasping the opponent.
"Advanced application of madness: partial madness. Didn't your parents teach you, kid? ------Oh, I'm sorry, I almost forgot, your Esquimo tribe has been exterminated by us. You have nothing.
Little bastard, hurry up and follow your people on the road!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" by the wild beast, roaring angrily, the cry full of hatred. The werewolf boy lacked control over the madness technique, and his own consciousness had long since disappeared, and his mind was filled with rage.
The beast's consciousness is completely dominated, and it only knows how to attack frantically.
Even though one of his hands was caught, his other hand kept grabbing at his opponent wildly, hoping to tear the enemy in front of him into pieces with every blow.
However, every blow of the wild beast failed - it was skillfully dodged by the bandit leader. This kind of close-range hand-to-hand combat could not hit the opponent, which shows that there is an absolutely irreparable gap in their combat experience.
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"Stop struggling pointlessly." The tiger leader raised his right hand. His right hand condensed photons and quickly grew in size.
The wild beast stopped attacking. Even if it only had the consciousness of the beast, it knew that being hit by this blow would be very bad. It wanted to dodge, but the opponent still grabbed one of its hands and wouldn't let go.
The giant fist is coming so fiercely that there is no way to dodge it!
-------pound!!!
The tiger man's right arm slapped down like a giant hammer. The ground shook, and the air waves raised extinguished the surrounding fires and stirred up sand and dust dozens of feet high.
The sand and dust completely settled within a few seconds, but there was no sign of the wild beasts around. Only a werewolf boy was left on the ground, lying motionless in a pool of blood.
"Hey, are you dead?" The tiger leader went over and kicked the werewolf boy, "I've already let myself go, so I won't die like this, right?"
"Damn... evil..." The boy only made a weak voice. The bones in his body were shattered, the tendons were torn, and he couldn't move even if he wanted to. His life was like a candle in the wind.
"Tell me before you die," the leader stepped on the boy's head and asked coldly, "is the last seal of the wall of the world really on you, right?"
"...God knows." The werewolf boy was unable to struggle and could only struggle mentally.
"Bah!" the leader spat in the young man's face, "You are so stubborn even when you are about to die. Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't say it. Just cut off your head and let the fox tribe guys investigate the memory."
.At that time, you will only have one living head left, and all the vitality will be squeezed out by brain exploration. This process will definitely make you feel elated, hahahahahaha!"
"Bastard..." A certain light in the werewolf boy's eyes was dissipating, and the world he saw was gradually shrouded in darkness called [Despair]. He knew that his fate was about to end here...