Into another world with Naruto

These werewolves did not fight alone, but in groups of three. One controlled the spear of the Golden Guard Cavalry, and the two attacked the six-legged giant horse with agility, trying to cut off the strongest mount of the Royal Guard Cavalry. The werewolves had a clear division of labor. If you need command, you will know your position with just one look.

But the Magic Equipment of the Golden Guards is not a vegetarian. The werewolf's scimitar tried his best to draw a string of sparks on the golden armor, but failed to kill any of the Golden Guards. Three werewolves surrounded the Golden Guards like a war fortress. Without the wargs, they were obviously at a disadvantage.

The six-legged giant horses, in conjunction with the cavalry on their backs, charged wildly. The powerful impact was beyond the strength of the werewolves after their transformation into madness, and a squadron of werewolves who came face to face were killed.

Obviously, if a squadron of werewolves faced a squadron of Royal Guards, the outcome would be that all the werewolves were annihilated, while the Golden Guards would only be slightly injured. This is the importance of equipment.

You must know that the equipment of a royal guard can bankrupt ten wealthy families. It is not possible for a scimitar that is not even a high-quality one to break through the defense.

The spear with the armor-piercing attribute and the scimitar that ignored the slashing were pointed and drawn at the werewolves. In one round, almost every werewolf was colored.

Angry roars kept coming from his throat, but when faced with a weapon that left no openings for the enemy to take advantage of, the werewolf was like fighting a tank with a machete, with no chance of victory.

The collision of the six-legged giant horse, and the combined efforts of the two crazy werewolves could not stop it. They could only watch as the sound of fractures was heard on the body of their companion who was hit head-on.

Werewolves are no match for the Royal Guards. Behind the cold masks of each Royal Guard is a determination to protect their home and country.

But the orcs were not the only ones with werewolves. The constant roaring of the wind was the sound of the Khajiits wielding their maces, killing the Werewolf squadron. The Royal Guards faced the Khajiit squadron head-on.

Such a sound seems to only exist on windmills in windy weather. The wind blades that rotate to the extreme will emit a continuous low roar. The tiger man jumped three or four meters high and smashed through the werewolf squadron Royal Guards cavalry. Go down.

"boom"

"boom"

"boom"

The mace hit the half-shield held up by the knight. The strength of the tiger man falling from the sky and his own weight made even the six-legged giant horse known for its endurance couldn't help but take several steps back, and its hind legs were even worse. Kneel down on the ground.

The Royal Guards, who were carrying the state of completely crushing the werewolves, had just increased their sprint speed, but were directly stopped by the Khajiit.

This is the meeting again of old rivals who have been together for thousands of years. Thousands of years of repeated duels have made each of them understand how difficult their opponent is. Facing the tiger man, not only does he have a body like a little giant, but also has power that is unimaginable to ordinary people. Even the tail behind the Khajiit cannot be underestimated.

The collision between absolute powers. Each of the mad tigers has the strength of a thousand pounds. They can fight against the top heavy armored cavalry with their own infantry capabilities. If other races have been crushed into powder, but facing humans The strongest heavy cavalry, the orc royal family, did not fall behind.

The slain Werewolf squadron did not turn around to attack the Royal Guards with the Khajiits, but instead killed the berserkers who were also unarmored like themselves.

Both sides are mad, and both sides can maintain their sanity. Both sides are races that firmly believe that strength is everything. Regardless of racial traditions or poverty, the warriors on both sides have no protective equipment. It can even be said that they are fighting their opponents with their chests. .

What a tenacious perseverance, what a tenacious belief, on this evenly matched battlefield, we can still see races fighting shirtless. This is something that other races would not dare to imagine, even if humans read through history books. , that is, a few desperate battles can burst out such courage and face the enemy with chest.

Li Xi, who was hiding in the distance, saw such a primitive picture. There was no Golden Guard tin can in the comparison, and he didn't know whether to praise their bravery or praise human wisdom.

The scimitar flew by and the giant ax slashed vertically. In terms of excitement, the face-to-face combat now was more impactful than the crushing of the Royal Guards just now.

The werewolf's scimitar was fast and accurate. Known for their agility, they completely overwhelmed the berserker in terms of speed. Often the werewolf had already struck three times before the berserker's ax fell.

Li Xi, who was hiding in the distance, could clearly see that although the werewolves' attacks were aimed at the weak points of the berserker, such as the head, throat, eyes, and vagina, the berserkers with equally rich combat experience basically chose to exchange injuries for injuries. Avoid the werewolf's fatal attacks and resist with your own strong, non-lethal body parts.

Li Xi saw with his own eyes that when a berserker faced a werewolf attack, he suddenly inflated his belly, so that the attack originally aimed at the heart could only hit the belly, and the belly was cut open, and the intestines flowed out, but just because Not choosing to dodge, the berserker seized the opportunity and chopped off the werewolf's head with an axe.

A close-quarters battle that involves no retreat or avoidance is always the bloodiest, most violent, and the most daunting.

The battlefield of hundreds of people is still going on. Werewolves are fighting against berserkers, and tigers are fighting against Royal Guards. The strength of the two sides is almost the same. No warrior has taken a step back. In a battle of this level, whoever's hand is slower for a moment is the winner. The difference between life and death.

Nohan slashed three werewolves in a row at the sixth level of madness. Just when he was about to lead the clansmen he gathered from his hometown to take down these hateful werewolves in one fell swoop, a purple halo fell from the sky. Nohan had not yet reacted. , the power in the body is like a faucet that is turned on. It only stops after [-]% of it leaks out.

This is when the three shamans take action again. The shaman's spellcasting ability is very similar to that of auxiliary spellcasters such as priests. Their spells are also auxiliary, and few of them are offensive.

Their spells can be divided into two categories, one is buff, and the other is curse, which can buff oneself to gain stronger status and power, curse the opponent, and weaken the opponent's combat effectiveness.

At first, the shaman used the light of clarity to keep the orcs sane after turning into madness. Now, the shaman used a curse to weaken Nohan and the others.

Nohan's power was weakened by [-]% for no reason and he could still deal with these werewolves. After all, who gave him a high level, but something was wrong with the berserkers behind him. He lost [-]% of his power and was seized by werewolves in an instant. There were seven madmen. The soldiers were cut into pieces without any preparation.

But the unfavorable situation only lasted for a moment. Immediately, there was a wave of magical energy behind him, as if light enveloped the earth again, dispelling all the purple negative energy on the berserk warrior.

Feilin, who tore open the advanced dispelling magic scroll, was not of a high level, but he had strong krypton gold capabilities. Behind him was a powerful human empire. Various magic scrolls could fill a space ring.

The only one who can deal with the spellcaster is the spellcaster. The curse of Yanren was broken by Feilin. The eyes of the five people met in the air, as if invisible fire appeared.

The three shamans sent out a curse halo towards Feilin, who was covered by fifty black cloaks. The black halo fell from the sky, and Feilin tore open a scroll, and a white warbler and dove flew out, heading towards The black halo crashed past,

"boom"

Black and white energy intertwine, and the two annihilate each other.

The magic chanted in Zuo Lin's mouth was getting louder and louder, and the energy fluctuations in his body were like the tide surging and accumulating.

Feilin shook his shoulders, and the sleeping black dragon Amandla flew into the sky with the help of his strength, but the size of a bat suddenly changed, and a 25-meter-long black dragon appeared.

With a strong flap of his wings, a strong wind suddenly blew up, flying sand and rocks. Amandla shouted like a dragon, and the dark night was suddenly filled with dragon power.

The dragon is always synonymous with the top level of Warcraft, and there are few who can be the opponent of the dragon at the same level. Amandla's sudden appearance made all the warriors in the battle pause for a moment, and then continued to fight.

If anyone is afraid of death on the battlefield, he is most likely to die first. Only those who disregard life and death are likely to survive. Besides, there is no use in worrying. The dragon is not just stronger and has higher defense, but it is not just a weapon on its neck. Got a head.

So what if there is a dragon?

If you really dare to fall down, you may not be sure who will kill whom!

Amandla flew past low, and the two werewolves who couldn't dodge were holding two pairs of dragon claws in their claws.

The two werewolves did not panic, but resolutely slashed at the dragon's scales with their scimitars. They did not want to survive, but only wanted to cause harm to the black dragon before they died.

But the sound of "clang" metal knocking came, and the werewolf tried his best to take a closer look. His attack could only leave two white marks on the black dragon scales.

"puff"

Like two crushed tomatoes, the two werewolves were directly crushed by the black dragon Amandla, and their bones were scattered all over the sky.

"Sandai, go help the Golden Guard."

Amandela received Felin's order, but this time she did not dare to fly low and attack the Khajiit with her body.

The tiger-men who have transformed into madness are like little giants, not like werewolves who will be manipulated by themselves.

If the tiger man seizes this opportunity, he may make a mistake.

So, Amandla took a deep breath, her chest expanded, and there was energy building up in Amandla's mouth.

Obviously the dragon's special skill 'Dragon Breath' has been aimed at it, and it will burn the tiger man below to charcoal in the next second.

"Black Dragon, who gave you the courage to show off your power in front of us orcs?"

An angry man took out a badge of the God of War Campas from his hand and threw it in the direction of Amandla in the sky. A monster with two heads appeared.

Although the size of this monster is not as strong as Amandla's, and its wings are not as powerful as a dragon, but it has a head that looks like a lion, a head that looks like a goat, and a tail like a giant snake. At first glance, it is a top-level monster that is not easy to mess with.

There were profound energy fluctuations in both heads, and they had the same sixth-level magical beast cultivation. Amandela just took a look and pointed the dragon breath that had been aimed at the Khajiit squadron at the newly emerged magical beast.

This two-headed monster seemed to have already known what it was facing, and the two heads aimed at Amandla and sprayed it without showing any signs of weakness.

One head spit out acid, and the other head spit out lightning, which collided fiercely with Amandla's flame breath in the air.

The acid was evaporated and the lightning was dispersed. Of course, Amandla's flame breath was also digested quickly, and the two actually fought like a horse in the air.

"Roar"

Amandla became angry and roared at the monster: "Reptile, who gave you the courage to challenge the majesty of the dragon."

The monster responded without any sign of weakness: "What's wrong with the dragon? Our Chimera family is not a weak monster. You and I are equal in strength. I also want to enjoy the glory of slaying the dragon today."

It turns out that these two magical beasts are the famous Chimera, and Chimera is also the best among the magical beasts. Although there are not as many types as the giant dragons, and there is a godly dragon god behind them, they only faced a sixth-level black dragon. Chimera La still had the courage to fight.

Besides, as a contracted monster with a shaman, it is impossible to oppose the shaman's decision.

"Dragon slaying? I will eat you today to let you know what it means that the majesty of the dragon cannot be challenged."

The dragon scales on Amandla's body stood up, and she was boiling with murderous intent. She did not dare to engage in close combat with the Khajiits below because she was afraid of being beaten by a group of Khajiits, but she had not been afraid of only dealing with a Chimera of the same level.

The dragon's mouth opened and it attacked wantonly, its claws tore apart, and the feathers on Chimera's body fell off in pieces. Chimera is considered a powerful body among monsters, but in front of Amandla, it can only be said to be small and cute. In terms of size, The gap makes Chimera passive in an instant. This is the difference between golden retrievers and corgis.

The Chimera flapped its wings with all its strength in an attempt to distance itself. Facing the giant dragon, the only way to win was to suppress her with double its magic power, not to fight to the death with its own body.

Amandla naturally also knows what Chimera knows. Chimera has two heads, that is, two magic crystals. Amandla naturally loses twice the magic power, so naturally she cannot let Chimera escape from her dragon claws. .

The two monsters were chasing each other in the sky. Their speed could not reach lightning speed, but it also made it impossible for the shaman and Felin below to intervene, because no one could guarantee that their spells would not hit their own people.

Amandla passed through the lightning spit out from the lion's head, ignoring the numbness in part of her body. A pair of dragon claws firmly grasped the Chimera's wings and rolled in the sky.

"Roar"

A big mouth directly bit the Chimera's lion head and neck. The Chimera knew the moment of life and death even though it was in pain. The goat head, which could still move freely, turned back and spat out acid at Amandla.

But Chimera never expected how determined this black dragon was. No matter how much the acid spit out from the goat's head corroded its own dragon scales, it just wouldn't let go.

"Sizzling" white smoke comes out of Amandla's body. This is the result of the dragon scales being corroded by the acid. Chimera's acid is too much for even giant dragons to bear. The dragon scales that can dwarf most attacks in the world are in Chimera Acid The liquid is melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Amandla's painful eyes couldn't stop trembling and dilated, and the tiny blood vessels in her pupils were so congested that they were on the verge of exploding, so that the world she saw through her eyes was like the setting sun like blood.