Blue Sword

Christmas is coming and the war continues.

Generally speaking, the Wolf family has an absolute advantage in terms of equipment, troops, and scale. Without the existence of a large number of trenches, Innsbruck would have fallen long ago.

Unlike the overall decline, Innsbruck was very active in the local war. A foreign aid mercenary group named "Cang Qing Sword" has repeatedly performed extraordinary feats on the battlefield, and many times saved local encounters that would have been defeated.

And on the Wolf family side, rumors began to spread about a certain legendary enemy team that was active on the battlefield. Since most (or even all) people who saw them died, the wolves unanimously called this team:

Wolfshund.

"What exactly is a wolfhound?" asked the white wolf swordsman stationed in the trench.

"It seems to be the hound from Britannia." Another White Wolf Swordsman explained, "It is said to be the largest hound in the world. When it is grown, it is as tall as an adult man's belly and weighs as much as 121 pounds (55kg). Hounds are usually used for warning and sentry purposes, but a wolfhound of this size can in turn hunt wolves."

"It is said that the fur of this kind of dog is like gray-black coal, and its eyes are as bright as fire in the middle of the night. They are spiritual animals, possessing the power from purgatory, fearless in character, not afraid of pain, and can rush in alone In a pack of wild wolves, he killed the wolf king and tore off his head.”

"People over there keep this kind of wolfhound to guard their homes and courtyards at night. The owner often sleeps peacefully at night, and when he wakes up the next day and goes out, he finds that the yard is full of people who wanted to sneak in last night. Wolf carcass."

"This name is really unlucky." The White Wolf Swordsman who asked the question earlier complained, "Why do we give our enemies such nicknames?"

"Because that team was also very mysterious, and everyone who fought them died." Another White Wolf Swordsman shrugged, "Only one sniper survived. It is said that he was several hundred meters away at the time. He only had time to fire one shot, and the bullet from the opposite side penetrated his shoulder blade."

"Although he retreated in time and escaped alive, he could no longer hold a sniper rifle. The only valuable information he brought was that the opponent's team only had about ten people, and most of them were women."

"A female wolfhound is quite powerful." A certain white wolf swordsman laughed obscenely.

"Oh, when you meet them on the battlefield, you won't think so." Another White Wolf Swordsman said, "In short, everyone hopes not to encounter these people on the battlefield. The better the opponent's name and record. If you exaggerate, the higher-ups will be more likely to take it seriously and send people out to deal with it earlier."

"It's the so-called momentum building." The companions nodded and said, "It makes sense. If the opponent is not really difficult to deal with, who would be willing to gain the prestige of the enemy?"

"I just hope this battle will be over soon." The wretched White Wolf Swordsman from before sighed, "After this battle, I will go back to my hometown to get married."

"Is your hometown in Milan?"

"Yes, my fiancée's name is Clary." The White Wolf Swordsman took out the pendant from his collar and showed the photos inside to his comrades, "She is my true love, and she personally gave me this pendant before she left. As long as I carry it, bullets on the battlefield cannot hit me."

"Really or not?" someone asked, "Hey, isn't it good to say this kind of thing?"

"No." The white wolf swordsman kissed the pendant, "Clary will protect me."

"I said..." As soon as a certain companion started to speak, he suddenly fell to the ground. Blood trickled out of the gun hole in his temple.

The White Wolf swordsmen hurriedly drew their swords and lifted their shields, but the bullets from the darkness struck like poisonous snakes, killing two swordsmen again who had no time to dodge.

It wasn't until everyone hid behind their shields that the gunfire stopped.

"It's a wolfhound!" A certain white wolf swordsman shouted in panic, "This kind of shooting... it's a wolfhound!"

"what to do?"

"It's better to fight them!"

“I don’t even know where the wolfhound is, who are you going to fight with?!”

There was a cacophony of shouts. Suddenly, someone who was being watched and controlled by hidden eyes suddenly swung his sword at his unsuspecting companion.

"what are you doing?"

"Dilondo! Are you going to rebel?"

"Kill that traitor!"

Behind the shield, the originally united White Wolf swordsmen fought each other. The swordsman who rebelled first was the first to die. However, other companions soon turned against each other and drew their swords against each other.

Soon, only the last White Wolf Swordsman was dead on the field. He was the one who was going back to his hometown to get married. He was panting and staring around among the corpses of his companions.

Then a bullet hole appeared between his eyebrows.

"Is it done?" Medea asked.

"Be careful!" Mi'er suddenly warned on the channel.

Medea turned her head and saw one of the killed white wolf swordsmen holding her shoulders at some point, with a strange smile on his ferocious face.

Fierce flames suddenly exploded from her body, and Medusa screamed deep in her heart:

"Be careful! It's a super high-level transcendent!"

The corpse on the opposite side had turned into a flaming figure, and the cold arms were still holding her shoulders, with their nails digging deeply into her flesh. Suddenly, a fierce cold air arose around her, and Hidrifa, who was covered in white smoke, rushed forward and punched the swordsman's corpse with her left hand.

Thunder. Cannon punch.

A punch wrapped around an electric arc was violently blasted out, and the corpse was immediately knocked away, leaving a large hole in the deep depression in the chest.

Then, the depression healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like the bullet hole in the forehead.

Hilda Lifa picked up Medea's collar and threw her backwards. Paige rushed over to catch her, pressing her hands on the wound on her shoulder, and her ability caused the black blood to seep out.

"It's toxin!" she shouted on the psychic channel, "Ricin!"

The "corpse" stood up, its facial muscles squirmed strangely and quickly, and then changed into the face of another beautiful middle-aged woman.

"As expected." The other party looked at Peggy and said, "You are also the master of filth, little girl."

The girls looked at Asike involuntarily as if they were facing a formidable enemy. The latter was silent for a while and then asked:

"The demigod of the Pure Blood Priory, the flower of Belladonna, Agrippina?"

"Do you know me?" The demigod narrowed his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a poisonous snake.

This man is indeed a demigod... The girls around him suddenly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"Why, is the Pure-blood Hermitage also short of newcomers?" Ask asked with a smile.

"Let's see." Agrippina thought for a moment and raised the corner of her mouth, "Who is the person who can kill my apprentice?"

"Then you will be disappointed," Aske said.

"Indeed." Agrippina said, "You are only Level 8, right? You don't look like you can beat Level 19."

"Actually, level doesn't determine everything." Aske said.

"But it is enough to decide your death." Agrippina sneered, "Do you still think you can defeat a demigod?"

"Why not?" Asker said. "You'll never know until you try."

Girls:………………

Is it really okay to still taunt the demigods as always, leader?

However, I don’t know why, but when such ridiculous thoughts emerged, everyone’s mental pressure on facing the demigods was reduced a lot.

After all, there is a group leader here.

Even if the opponent is a demigod.