People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 360 Illusory Array
Chelsea felt that his body was numb. The injury he suffered in the battle yesterday was still aching, and today he faced another strong enemy.

In front of him, wielding a flail, the mighty wolf clan was the strongest opponent he had ever seen in his life.

This kind of farming tool, which was originally used to thresh wheat, is a very lethal weapon, and it is even more powerful in the hands of this strong wolf clan. Every time he uses the weapon to parry and block, he feels that half of his body is trembling.

Chelsea felt that even his own horned head might not necessarily be the opponent of this monster. One must know that the wolf clan team he belonged to, no matter the horned head or ordinary players, were first-class players.

There was a strong wind whistling beside the ear, and the iron ball tied to the top of the flail was covered with sharp metal thorns. Once hit by it, it would not only be as simple as breaking bones and tendons.

One click, followed by another.

Chelsea struggled to hold on, trying to block the last blow, but fell to the ground staggering and kneeling.

Seeing the enemy swinging the flail again, the metal ball above pierced the air, and there was a whistling wind, but a bloody sharp blade passed across his neck soundlessly.

boom--

The heavy flail dropped to the ground.

Chelsea looked at the invincible wolf-clan giant in front of him in a daze, clutching his throat, with blood foaming from the corner of his mouth, and then fell to the ground with a bang, revealing a scarlet figure behind him.

He reacted and said quickly: "Thank you."

Coors didn't reply, just cut two wounds on the wrist of the dying flail wolf clan, and let the blood flow, seeping into the blood circle engraved on the ground, before sinking into the shadows again.

This chaotic situation is most suitable for him to harvest life, but his purpose is not to kill the enemy, but to kill all the enemies who are close to Fringilla. The blood provided by each dead enemy will be poured into the blood method In the midst of the battle, pouring it into his body is much more practical than needing to be distracted to suck blood.

boom--

Two werewolves, one tall and one short, turned and jumped onto the city wall.

The tall and burly werewolf was a black-haired werewolf, while the other had brown hair and was much thinner than the previous one.

Standing on the edge of the city wall, the two werewolves could feel a strong and substantial evil spirit rushing towards their faces. The hearts of the wolf warriors defending the city thumped, and the only centurion showed a dignified expression on his face.

These two pure-blood wolves, even among the centurions, are quite strong.

"Finally, there are two more serious opponents."

There was a hint of bloodthirsty excitement in Fringilla's voice.

Although he hates the smell of wolves, even the pickiest vampire has to admit that the blood of a pure-blooded werewolf contains endless treasures, whether it is the concentration of energy in the blood or the vitality, it can be regarded as the top grade of blood .

Second only to the dragon blood of the adults.

This is why she often asks Hans to donate blood for free.

It's a pity that the current adult has all kinds of dragon blood essence mixed in the blood of dragon descendants, which has become much more attractive than the version she tasted at the beginning.

If she gets along day and night like before, she feels that sooner or later she will be unable to restrain her vampire instinct.

The black-haired werewolf looked at Fringilla warily: "Royal blood?"

The Yakesi family still has a deep understanding of the blood royal court, because in Albania, they send a team of elite wolf warriors in rotation every year.

The initial competition between the two sides for the territory has gradually evolved into a kind of testing ground for the descendants of the family. After all, Albania is still quite barren in this era. A protracted confrontation.

Although the opponents did not include the Tepesh family to which Fringila belonged, it did not mean that he could not recognize the smell of the high-ranking blood family.

"Have a little vision, for the sake of your not being blind, this princess can give you a gift to kill yourself."

There was a hint of complacency on Fringila's face, the blood magic circle under her feet poured power into her continuously, if all of it erupted, she felt that she would not be able to find an opponent at all.

I, Flynn, swell like never before!

"Kill her!"

The black-haired werewolf and his companion looked at each other, and rushed towards Fringila from left to right.

The only centurion of the Texas wolf tribe stood up to meet him, trying to cut off the enemy's charge, but was easily knocked away by the black-haired werewolf. Even if they were both centurions, the gap between them was huge too big.

This is also one of the reasons why the theory of blood is deeply rooted in the wolf clan.

A wolf clan from a big family, even if it is a mixed blood, is stronger than a pure blood wolf clan from a small family, not to mention a pure blood wolf clan from a big family, and a mixed blood from a wandering wolf clan, the gap between the two is really obvious.

The blood blade in Coors's hand suddenly appeared and turned into a sickle spinning violently.

The black-haired werewolf was suddenly hit by this sudden blow, but he ignored it, raised his arms to protect his chest, the sharp sickle blade was embedded in his bones, and the corrosive blood toxin was about to invade him along his wound body of.

"Go away!"

Just hearing his rough roar, the invisible sound waves enveloped Coors, causing his movements to freeze in place for an instant, and he was slapped away by the black-haired werewolf.

But at this moment, the smaller brown-haired werewolf was already about to rush to Fringila thanks to his faster speed.

A sinister grin formed at the corner of his mouth.

The mouth full of white fangs opened and bit down fiercely.

The expected touch of flesh and blood did not come as expected, the upper and lower teeth collided, causing a tingling pain in his gums.

"Guess where I am?"

A crisp female voice sounded.

The brown-haired werewolf raised his head, and was shocked to find that the world in front of him had been plunged into scarlet, and a huge eyeball was covered with bloodshot eyes, which replaced the sun that should have appeared there, hanging in the sky.

Princess Wang Ting, with a pair of bat wings on her back, gently shook a red wine glass in her hand. Standing in the middle of the bloody world, she sprinkled the blood in the glass that exudes a strong wolf flavor on the ground.

The brown-haired werewolf rushed over again without thinking, but before he got close, the Princess Wang Ting turned into a cloud of red smoke again and disappeared in place.

Ah!
A sinister grin appeared on the brown-haired werewolf's face, his claws popped out like sharp blades, and he grabbed the huge eyeball hard.

Ah!
A sharp scream sounded.

Princess Wang Ting fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

Seeing her backing back constantly because of fear, the excitement on the brown-haired werewolf's face became more and more obvious: "I haven't tasted the taste of royal blood, today is really my lucky day, and I actually caught an immature Get up little guy."

Fringila kept stepping back: "Don't, don't be like this, I'm the princess of the Tepesh family, if you dare to attack me, it means that your Yaxi family has declared war on us, you can't bear such a situation at all. responsibility."

"The war has already started since you came here."

The brown-haired werewolf sneered, and his sharp claws cut open the chest of Princess Wang Ting opposite without hesitation, and held the beating heart in his hands.

A sharp pain suddenly rose from his chest.

The bloody world dissipated.

He glanced blankly across at Princess Wang Ting, who had a cruel smile on his face, and lowered his head in disbelief, and then saw that a big hole had been broken where his heart should have been.

The girl's malicious mocking sound came from the ear.

"It's no wonder that the wolves are a group of muscular idiots. Such a simple phantom array can play him around. If I knew it, I would construct his accomplices in my image and let them kill each other."

Coors appeared behind her with a smile, his eyes full of doting and the pride of "my family has a young girl who grows up".

"It's because His Highness' methods are too superb."

Of these two wolf centurions, at most he could fight with one of them for a period of time, and most likely he would not be his opponent, but Fringila could easily deal with one of them, which made him relieved, but also a little bit emotion.

He is still old, and he is almost no longer qualified to protect Her Highness the Princess.

The face of the black-haired werewolf was full of horror.

"What the hell did you do?"

He had just been blocked by Coors for a while, when he saw that his companion who had jumped in front of Fringila suddenly stopped still. He was surprised and did not dare to approach rashly, and then he saw that his companion was actually stubborn. Sheng Sheng cut open his chest and took out his heart.

"Okay, it's been too smooth to deal with this guy, I haven't warmed up yet, and it happens that there is one left for me to exercise my muscles and bones."

Furingilla opened her hand, and the blood coagulated into a sharp sword. On the hilt, bloodshot eyes stared at her opponent.The bat's wings were spread out, covered with bloody lines, and the bone spurs pierced her flesh, forming a white armor.

"Tyrant blood, are you a direct blood relative of Dracula?"

The werewolf swallowed.

(End of this chapter)