Chapter 123： Shocked Werewolves

"Goodbye, if you want to regret it, blame your patriarch."

As Lilian said, when the spear in her hand was twisted, fierce flames burst out all over her body.

At this moment, Bloodfang suddenly felt that he was so small as a rank 7 fighter.

He also began to faintly doubt in his heart whether it was the right thing to refuse the invitation of the Feather Race.

It's just that he didn't think about this problem for long.

Lilian, who was standing 10 meters away from him, suddenly arrived in front of him in an instant.

Bloodfang's pupils shrank sharply, and then he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He lowered his head and looked, Lilian's silver gun didn't know when it had pierced her chest.

"She... when did she move?"

With this question, Bloodfang fell to the ground, his eyes filled with confusion and doubts until death.

Lilian gently pulled out the silver gun and wiped away the blood stains on Bloodfang.

"Fire stabs, you can reach within ten meters in an instant, but no matter how far away, you can see the path of action. It seems that I have to work hard to practice."

Lilian muttered to herself, spread her wings and flew into the air.

The entire plain once again returned to calm, leaving only the bodies of werewolf warriors all over the ground, telling the tragic battle...

After three full hours, a few werewolf squad arrived in this plain.

They are all slender, light werewolf scouts, who are responsible for investigating the battlefield and transmitting information.

When they set foot on this plain, they were all stupid in an instant.

The mud on the plain was about to be browned with blood, and all lying on this plain were the corpses of their werewolf warriors.

The death of thousands of people stimulated the nerves of every werewolf scout.

"My God, how could it be like this."

A werewolf scout covered his mouth and whispered in disbelief.

The werewolves knew the relocation of the foxes, so they sent Bloodfang and his three thousand troops to chase, kill, and intercept.

And this werewolf scout squad is here to probe their battle.

But unexpectedly, they would be wiped out.

"This is... the corpse of Commander Bloodfang."

The werewolf scouts searched the plain for a while, only to find the body of Bloodfang.

"He was seriously injured, and there were traces of fire burns. The fatal wound on his chest was caused by a spear. It looks like it should be Yuren's handwriting."

Another werewolf scout carefully checked and analyzed.

"Quick! Go and look for the corpse of the Feather Race on the battlefield!"

The leader of the scout team shouted immediately.

The whole werewolf scout team immediately became busy, but they searched the entire battlefield, but they couldn't find the corpse of a feather race.

"No? No one? You mean the battle-tested Commander Bloodfang and his invincible troops were wiped out by the opponent without loss?"

The team leader trembled with anger.

"A large number of bows and weapons were found on the ground, and half of the soldiers died in a concentrated position, while the other half were scattered. It looks like they were killed during a failed battle and escaped, and all the fallen bows and arrows were broken. It's like hitting something very hard."

The werewolf scout next to him lowered his head and analyzed.

"Withdraw! Go back and report the situation to the patriarch in detail!"

The team leader pondered for a long time before he glanced at the tragic scene unwillingly and turned away.