Reborn as a werewolf ancestor

"boom!"

After the flames and thunder collided, a violent explosion sounded.

The impact caused by it completely broke through the shield cast by Master Aibode and shattered it into pieces.

"Go! Thunder Arrow!"

Taking this opportunity, Aibald cast a spell that he had chanted earlier, and shot it at the location in the mist where the flames had previously struck.

The three second-level supernatural beings also raised their long swords, gathering their spiritual energy above them, ready to slash at enemies who would rush out of the mist.

"Bang."

However, the thunderous arrow missed the target and did not hit any enemy.

Without waiting for Aibald to perform his next spell chant, the pair of sharp claws in the mist stretched out again, grabbing an extraordinary head tightly and bringing it into the mist.

Although the two extraordinary people beside him kept slashing their long swords and even used spiritual sources, it was all to no avail. The opponent's sharp claws were like silver crystals, and ordinary weapons could not hurt him at all.

Fear appeared in everyone's hearts, and they finally understood why the commander kept sighing just now, and why Master Aibald said that he was looking forward to a miracle, because in this fog, they and others could not match the opponent at all.

"puff."

The sound of a sharp sword piercing flesh was heard, and everyone knew that the companion who had just been caught in the mist had been eliminated by the other party.

Before Master Ebold could finish chanting the new spell, the blood-stained claws appeared again and grabbed his head.

Severe pain came from Abode's scalp, and he felt as if the sharp claws were about to penetrate into his head.

His extremely strong desire to survive caused him to continuously beat the sharp claws above him, while the two extraordinary people beside him also overcame their fear and swung their spiritual swords to chop the top of the sharp claws.

"Bang."

The collision between the long sword and the sharp claws produced some sparks, and even a slight dent appeared on the top of the long sword, but the sharp claws were still unscathed and exuded a silver-white brilliance.

"This...this..."

The two extraordinary beings could not understand the scene in front of them. This was a long sword with a spiritual source attached to it. Shouldn't such a sharp sword be able to cut iron like clay? Why did their own weapons appear to be dented?

Before they had time to think about it, three flames appeared behind them, swallowing them up completely.

The death of his men further stimulated Eobold's nerves, and he banged the claws above him desperately, trying to make it loosen its grip on him.

It seemed that his behavior had offended the owner of the sharp claw, who actually coordinated with the two moon wolves and walked out of the fog to stand in front of Aibald.

Looking at the orc-like man who was covered in white hair, nearly three meters tall, had a wolf-like head, and had sharp claws on his hands, Aibald couldn't help but be filled with fear.

Obviously this was the second time he saw the face of this kind of orc, but he still felt scared. Coupled with the blood-stained claws, to Aibald, the other person really looked like a demon from hell.

"The last one?" the other party said in a deep voice.

Along with these words, four figures stepped out of the mist one after another.

One of the orcs of the same race as the white devil asked: "Sir, is this the last of these extraordinary people?"

The other party nodded and said: "Yes, nearly thirty Chaofan here have been killed by us."

Hearing the conversation between the two, Aibode's eyes widened. With just this fog, the five people and two wolves in front of him actually killed thirty Manvilla extraordinary?

Sure enough, Commander Mendel underestimated the opponent from the beginning. No wonder the human side would trust them to come and assassinate such a strong man.

"It's time to go, this fog is about to clear." The white orc said.

Abode understood that his fate was about to end at this moment, and he was very unwilling to do so. He quickly discarded the staff and took out the scroll that he had never dared to use before.

This is a scroll he obtained by chance. It contains power close to a fifth-level epic, and the scroll has only one ability, and that is self-destruction.

The moment the scroll is torn open, fifth-level power will burst out and sweep to every corner. Even the holder of the scroll will be hit without exception. This is why Aibald does not dare to use it.

But now, he has changed his mind. If he wants to die, he must drag the other person to die with him.

He quickly grabbed the scroll and was about to tear it open.

There was a "pop" sound, and Aibald's head was scattered on the ground like a crushed watermelon.

His hands also relaxed weakly, and the scroll in his hand fell into a pool of blood.

Kane threw his body aside and picked up the scroll on the ground without being too dirty.

"Let me see what you would use as a back-up before your death."

Kane opened the scroll with interest, intending to find out.

Sitz, who was aside, keenly observed the material and texture on the top of the scroll. After nearly a month of Adeline's teaching, he was no longer the beginner who relied on his shallow knowledge of magic.

He speculated: "Sir, I think this should be a high-level scroll belonging to the fifth or sixth level. Judging from the lines on it, it is a ranged attack scroll."

Kane was a little surprised and said: "Yes, this is indeed an explosive scroll. It seems that you have learned a lot from Lord Adeline this month."

Sitz said humbly: "No, sir, the mage's knowledge is far richer than I imagined. My level is completely inadequate."

"Well, remember not to be too immersed in the study of knowledge and waste your practice. Strength is the decisive factor."

Sitz said solemnly: "Yes, sir."

Kane put away the scroll and said to a few people: "Okay, this scroll is not of much use to us at the moment. I decided to take it back to Lady Adeline for observation to determine its true use."

"The fog is about to clear, it's time for us to leave."

"Yes, sir." the four replied.

Taking advantage of the cover of night and fog, a few people quickly ran out of the camp of Manvilla's army, leaving only more than thirty corpses telling the story of what happened here.

After the fog dissipated, more than two hundred soldiers finally escaped from it, and they joined the rest of the Chaotic Meeting in the camp who were attracted by the sound of fighting.

The group came to the place where Kane and the commander finally fought. Looking at the scene of corpses in front of them, they fell into deep thought.

A third-level human extraordinary asked: "Which of you knows what happened? And where is Commander Mendel?"

The commander of more than two hundred soldiers came forward and explained the situation to him.

After listening to this, the third-level extraordinary said in surprise: "What!? You mean there are only five intruders?"

The soldier commander added: "Sir, it should be said that there are still two third-level moon wolves." (To be continued)