Werewolf wizard

Chapter 23: Storm Prayer

Gus Pasha spurred his horse towards the Maple Leaf Town military camp.

He took the lead, controlling his warhorse as he charged towards a werewolf messenger, while Harlan Knight and the other guards could only follow.

Although, they could choose to escape right now.

But whether it was Gus Pasha or Harlan Knight, they both held a sense of arrogance in their hearts.

They were Storm Knights.

They were the martial representatives of the Storm God in the mortal realm, the lords of the mortal world. Which Storm Knight wasn't a person of strong character?

Their ancestors had crossed mountains and seas, traversed many countries, and arrived in this land of the God of Law to expand their territory and establish the Storm Kingdom of today.

No Storm Knight could be a coward.

Because the Storm God loved the brave and unparalleled. Only the brave could receive the Storm God's favor through daily faith and training, and become a formal knight.

Su Nan also realized that his true enemies had arrived.

The Storm Knights might not be good at governing territories, and their brains might not be very smart, but they were indeed warriors.

Standing on the hillside, Su Nan said to Warwick and Pella, "It's almost our turn. Mr. Warwick, Ms. Pella, if you are afraid, I can go alone."

With the dual combination of the Sacrificial Hand and the werewolf leader, as well as the Phantom Potion and the Sleepy Bug Potion, Su Nan was confident that he could deal with these two knights.

Warwick smiled and said, "Little Master, what are you saying? I and Robert have been studying combat techniques for so long, just for this moment."

"If I don't go, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

"I can finally deal with those two traitors, Harlan and Gus, with my own hands."

Pella also mustered her courage and said, "Little Master, I won't let you face the enemy alone either."

Su Nan nodded, and said in his heart: 'Brain, start recording the experimental data of the first battle against formal knights, observe their panel data, and observe the knights' prayer abilities.'

'File name is Werewolf Legion File No. 5.'

Su Nan said to the two and Robert, "Now their army has basically been wiped out. I will use the werewolf messengers to test their combat power and combat style again, at least to force them to use the [Prayer] belonging to the Storm Knights."

Caution is the key to sailing for ten thousand years.

Su Nan didn't want any accidents to happen due to carelessness.

Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to winning every battle.

Moreover, he wanted to continue collecting combat records of werewolf messengers against formal Storm Knights, which were also very useful records.

On the battlefield below the hillside.

In the military camp, Gus Pasha took the lead, charging towards a werewolf messenger, but before he could get close, the werewolf messenger suddenly turned its head in the firelight, glaring at Gus Pasha's warhorse with its scarlet eyes.

Immediately, Gus Pasha's warhorse was frightened and raised its hooves, refusing to move forward.

Gus Pasha tried to squeeze the horse's back, using this method to comfort the warhorse under him, but the method that always worked in the past was of no use now.

Gus Pasha tried several times, but he didn't know that his warhorse was frightened at the soul level by the werewolf messenger's quasi-spell ability [Control Wolf Pack], which was not something that any horsemanship could make up for.

This warhorse could no longer fight.

"Damn monster." Gus Pasha jumped off his horse, and at the moment the werewolf messenger pounced on him, he waved the two nearly three-meter-long knight swords in his hand. These knight swords were almost knight spears, but under his waving, they moved like two fan blades rotating.

In an instant, many wounds were stabbed into the werewolf messenger.

At the same time, the contest between the two also made Gus Pasha know the power of this berserk werewolf messenger.

What made Gus Pasha raise his eyebrows was that this monster's power was only slightly weaker than his.

The berserk werewolf messenger had been fighting continuously, and its body had already suffered a lot of damage, and its physical strength had long been amplified to the limit.

Therefore, when it fought against Gus Pasha, its strength value had reached 3.

Gus Pasha turned his head to look at the werewolf messengers in the military camp who were slaughtering his soldiers. The power of one monster could be close to him…

But there were still many such monsters.

How did that little baron get these monsters to be loyal to him?

Gus Pasha waved the two two-handed knight swords in his hand, slashing at the werewolf messenger one after another. Although the strength of the two sides was similar, he possessed the martial arts he had gained from decades of hard training.

Even if the panel data of both sides was close, the martial skills were worlds apart.

But Gus Pasha still looked extremely solemn, because he noticed that the werewolf messenger's wounds were healing quickly.

This represented one thing.

That is, the frail priest was indeed talking nonsense.

What holy water.

It's useless.

Gus Pasha had a feeling that he had been tricked, but since he was already on the battlefield, he had no chance to run back to the church, drag the priest out of the church, and settle the score with him.

Gus Pasha slashed down with his sword, cutting off the werewolf messenger's left arm in front of him, and then cut off the werewolf messenger's right leg with another sword.

It's just that the werewolf messenger quickly picked up the broken limbs on the ground and reattached them to himself.

At the same time, Gus Pasha saw out of the corner of his eye that at least seven werewolf messengers were surrounding him.

And he didn't know when, dozens of ordinary wild wolves were surrounding him, staring at him with their green eyes.

"Monsters, die!" Gus Pasha turned around, he fully stretched out his two arms, the length of the two two-handed knight swords plus the width of his shoulders, plus his superhuman strength, formed a huge human-shaped cutting machine.

The air made a sharp sound because of the rapid cutting.

A wave of air formed in a place more than seven meters around Gus Pasha as the center.

All seven werewolf messengers jumped into the air in an instant, preventing themselves from being cut in half by Gus Pasha in an instant.

The power of a formal Storm Knight was evident.

When the seven werewolves jumped into the air, Gus Pasha waved his two-handed knight swords, chopping wildly in the air like chopping vegetables, trying to suppress some werewolf messengers first.

Since broken hands and feet cannot kill these monsters.

Then what about beheading?

But the seven werewolf messengers in the air all received Su Nan's order in an instant, and all changed from werewolf messenger form back to ordinary hound form.

These dogs, which had turned back into German Shepherds, jumped nimbly in the air, even jumping onto Gus Pasha's sword, and then fell back to the ground, and then turned back into werewolf messenger form and pounced towards Gus Pasha.

Gus Pasha was slightly stunned, because just now, because Su Nan directly used the wolf pack effect to contact the seven werewolves at once, the magic fluctuations were obvious, so Gus Pasha vaguely felt that he seemed not only fighting with seven monsters, but also someone remotely controlling, commanding, and deciding the outcome thousands of miles away behind these seven monsters.

Moreover, just now Gus Pasha saw that those seven monsters had turned into hounds…

"No!" Gus Pasha frantically waved his swords while falling into deep humiliation and rage.

Could it be that he had been fighting with Su Nan's dogs all along?

He was a Storm Knight, a knight master in the eyes of mortals, but he, such a person who was usually high above, could only fight with Su Nan's dogs at this moment?

Could it be that these monsters of unknown origin were just dogs raised by Su Nan?

No!

Su Nan… who exactly is he?

A fierce Storm Knight, a sense of fear suddenly appeared in his heart at this moment. He quickly suppressed this fear, and then raised the knight sword obliquely upwards with his stern right hand, and raised the knight sword obliquely downwards with his left hand. "Before the storm descends, my heart prays to the Storm God—"

"Please grant me a keen heart to seize every opportunity in the ever-changing situation. Please grant me the spirit of the storm to be as fast as lightning."

"I am willing to defeat every one of your enemies for you."

Su Nan quickly ordered the seven werewolf messengers to retreat rapidly.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Gus Pasha was just maintaining a special action and saying a few words.

But Su Nan could feel that at a certain moment, Gus Pasha gave him a different feeling.

It was as if he himself was mixed with something.

Like a basin of white water, polluted by a drop of ink.

However, he was finally forced out.

On the hillside, Su Nan said in his heart: 'Brain, analyze and record the prayer skills of the Storm Knight.'

Gus Pasha opened his eyes and looked at the seven werewolf messengers at the same time. He easily avoided the front and rear attacks of the three werewolf messengers. After he used the Storm Prayer, his reaction speed became very fast.

His basic physical fitness had not changed at all.

The only thing that had changed was his nerve reaction speed.

Under the doubled nerve reaction speed, he wielded the heavy and overly long double swords as smoothly as wielding two kitchen knives. The seven werewolf messengers, who had already gone berserk and whose physical fitness had doubled, had been completely suppressed by him.

Three minutes later, all the werewolf messengers were injured.

If they didn't have immortality, half of them would have already died.

It's just that under Su Nan's precise manipulation, every time Gus Pasha was about to cut off the head of a werewolf messenger, he would be interrupted by the other werewolf messengers' mutually destructive attack methods.

Gus Pasha's eyes were bloodshot. "So cautious? You haven't shown up until now."

"Su Nan."

"Or, you didn't… take me seriously."

He turned around and formed a huge circular slash seven meters wide around him again, cutting off the three ordinary wild wolves who were secretly approaching him and trying to attack him at the waist.

At the same time, Gus Pasha gasped for breath and saw the seven werewolf messengers retreating. He seemed to sense something, turned his head and looked at Su Nan who was walking over from the other side of the military camp.

Su Nan looked at him and said: "So that's it. The Storm Prayer ability seems to consume a lot of physical strength. It uses physical strength to exchange for nerve reaction speed, but it can increase your nerve reaction speed by more than three times."

"How many types of Storm Prayer are there, Gus Pasha?"

"But Gus Pasha, since you have sworn allegiance to me in front of the Storm God, you shouldn't use this ability to deal with me. This is also a blasphemy against the Storm God."