War Paradise

At dusk, a carriage bumped on the dirt road, passing through the slums outside Flamewind City.

"Get out, get out!"

The coachman roared loudly and drove pedestrians on the road. Looking at the animal fur on the coachman and his scarred faces, passersby on the street whispered:

"It's the merchant of Warscar City again..."

"It tastes so heavy in the car, it should be goat's milk or something?"

"They are all invaders, why should you let the merchants in?"

Wooden wheels ran over the loess ground, bringing up a lot of smoke and dust. Under the cover of the increasingly gloomy sky, passers-by did not notice that something seemed to be dripping under the carriage.

The carriage of the Warscar Merchant quickly passed through the slum, left the territory of Flamewind City, and entered the mountainous area surrounded by mountains.

The coachman looked back and found no one was following. He did not return to the territory of Warscar City, but drove directly into a dark cave.

"Ready!" he shouted loudly.

With the voice of the coachman, dozens of pairs of green eyes lit up in the cave. The Snow Wolf lurking in the darkness and the ferocious riders passed by the carriage, preparing to start another charge towards the Flamewind City below the mountain.

Although Flame Wind City is protected by a tall city wall, there are also warehouses for storing grain, grass and materials in the slums outside the wall.

The target of the war scar wolf cavalry was one of those warehouses outside the city.

The "coachman" who provided information to them has found the weakest defensive warehouse, and used the liquid dripping from the back of the carriage to mark the way forward for the snow wolves.

These Life's evil wolves on the plateau have a more sensitive sense of smell than other types of wolves. The wolf cavalry does not need a light source at all. As long as they reach the destination on the snow wolf, they can directly plunder!

The wolf cavalry pulled out their scimitars, and the arc-shaped blades shone cold in the moonlight. After checking their weapons, they clenched the reins, and the pack of snow-white fur wolves began to charge down the mountain.

The plunder they were most familiar with...began.

Following the smell traces left by the carriage along the way, the wolf cavalry rushed forward under the cover of night and rushed into the "urban poverty belt" of Flamewind City.

The snow wolves lowered their stature and ran wildly in the night. Because it was a high-speed raiding operation, the wolf cavalry were only equipped with light leather armor and short scimitars for close combat.

However, these weapons are enough to kill the yellow-faced guards in the warehouse. As long as you slip away before the arrival of the Flame Wind Army, you don’t need other weapons at all—

The breaking wind of bows and arrows tore through the quiet night. A wolf cavalry rushing forward fell from the back of the wolf, and his body was deformed by the companions who could not dodge in the back. After a burst of crisp fractures, it became invisible "mud" in human form.

Seeing the death of their companions, the wolf cavalry who were still charging immediately drew their swords, opened their eyes under the dark sky, and tried hard to see the road ahead.

Then they were greeted by a few soldiers who were tearing apart the black cloth, and the deadly "protective belt" formed by the splicing of wooden pickets exposed under the black cloth.

"spread!"

With the captain's order, the wolf cavalry immediately dispersed to both sides of the roadblock, but the two wolf cavalry rushing in the front had no time to dodge.

After the terrifying sound of tearing flesh and blood, what followed was the howling of Snow Wolf. The Snow Wolf, whose body was nailed through the stake, struggled hard, but it only made the wound on his body deeper.

As for the rider on its body, it has turned into a bloody "human stick" at this time. The sticky plasma gushes out from the wound in the abdomen, and the whole person can't even say a word, so he has already dropped cleanly. The Underworld.

At this point, the wolf cavalry knew very well that they must have been in an ambush. But what makes them difficult to understand is: How did the Flame Wind Army learn about this course of action?

Since the young master took office, the Flame Wind Army, who has been slow and has no threat at all, seems to have a good idea at this time, completely knowing the course of action of the war scar cavalry, and setting an ambush in advance.

But even so, the wolf cavalry did not retreat, and continued to move forward.

For these nomads of Life on the plateau, the option of "fleeing from the wild" does not exist at all. Even if they know that the enemy has discovered themselves, the fanatical warriors will never retreat. Instead, they are made of buffalo horns. horn.

"Smash their skulls in the name of the wolf god!" the tall wolf cavalry captain howled.

clang!

He swung a machete to block an oncoming arrow, and the whole person suddenly "flyed" from the wolf's back, like a tiger, rushing towards the Flame Wind Army soldiers wearing red armor in front.

At the same time, his snow wolf mount speeded up, opened his big mouth full of fangs, and bit at the enemy's head!

Unlike ordinary cavalry, even if there is only one man left, the war scar wolf cavalry is not fighting alone. Their wolves are also fierce warriors, and they can even cooperate with the master to defeat more than three enemies in an instant!

It's a pity that it was not an ordinary warrior who stood in front of the wolf cavalry this time.

The red-armored soldier stepped sideways, avoiding the snow wolf that rushed forward, and then took a step forward instantly, stabbing the beast with a sharp knife into the side of the beast.

Boom!

The short scimitar in the hand of the cavalry captain slammed on the iron-grey square shield, making a dull loud noise. His body had just landed, and a few more arrows flew past him, killing the other two wolf cavalry who had attacked from the rear.

——Is it an elite unit?

Realizing that he was not facing an ordinary soldier, the captain of the cavalry kicked on the big shield and pounced forward again. The machete in his hand went straight to the back of the shield, trying to cut the opponent's throat.

Click!

As soon as his wrist got hot, the scimitar also let go.

The captain of the cavalry suddenly retracted his right hand, but found that his own hand had disappeared, leaving only a neat incision.

The sound of this berserker was like a wounded wolf. Even if one hand was cut off, he still did not retreat. I don't know when another scimitar appeared in his left hand, and the charge speed was faster.

"Wolf God——"

The captain of the cavalry roared to express his own belief, but the voice stopped with the movement of his body.

Under the startled gaze of the other wolf cavalry, the brawny man's head flew out, bringing out an arc-shaped blood line, and it landed in the mud ten meters away.

A slender figure slowly walked out from behind the big shield, and suddenly stretched out his hand to tear off the red cloak from his body.

Yinshuang, the commander of the trap group known as the "flaming wind slayer," bundled his hair fluttering in the night breeze. The long knife in his hand that had just cut off the enemy's head didn't get a trace of blood.

She raised the long knife with her right hand, and the tip of the knife was facing a wolf cavalry who rushed forward. On her cheeks that were still somewhat sunken, a scornful smile appeared:

"To kill you, I am enough."

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