Chapter 237 Battlefield Commentators and Nitpickers

The battle started very suddenly.

The first to attack was Comanche. Except for Lu He and the perceptive Yerrit, no one else noticed.

Comanche activated the stealth totem of the shadow snake man, hiding in the dim light and approaching the werewolf leader little by little. The werewolf leader didn't notice until the moment of attack.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Fletcher's left chest was covered with goose bumps. When the slightly tingling strange feeling just reached his brain, he caught a glimpse of a silver scimitar suddenly stabbing from the left.

Without any reaction time, it pierced into his chest with a swish, like stabbing into tofu, without any sound.

"Ambush!!!" Fletcher's shrill wolf howl echoed over the grass.

The miserable cry scared many people, including Sis, who was ready to chop the wolf.

"I was ambushed!!!" Fletcher howled sharply again.

The tone was several times higher than the previous one, because he wanted to remind his people before he died not to be attacked by the despicable assassin again.

But he soon found that he was not dead. The knife seemed to be stabbed crookedly and did not stab his heart!

"Kill!!!" Fletcher roared, and the killing intent instantly spread into his blood, ready to start to transform.

Shanglang shuddered.

When he heard Fletcher's first roar, he sensed a cold breath, and then caught a glimpse of the flash of knife light and the black shadow that disappeared out of thin air.

When he looked at Fletcher, he found that Fletcher's red hair stood up, his pupils were rapidly filled with blood, and he began to transform.

But soon the red hair softened, his pupils dilated, and his body softened, like a pile of mud on the ground.

Fletcher didn't know why he was weak all over, and the energy in his body was no longer boiling, and it quickly became quiet.

It seemed that a strange airflow in the blood was at work.

The airflow started from the blood vessels at the wound on his left chest, and flowed through his body with the rushing blood. Wherever the airflow passed, his energy, blood, and qi... seemed to be paralyzed.

"Yes, being able to deceive the werewolves with a keen sense of smell shows that Comanche's stealth is already qualified."

Lu He nodded slightly.

Stealth is not only about covering up light and hiding the body, but also about smell, sound, intuition, etc., deceiving all the enemy's sensory organs and abilities, and approaching the target silently.

"No way, this is qualified!?" Yue Ling asked in disbelief, thinking he was talking nonsense.

She didn't see anything, only heard three howls, and was frightened.

Then she saw a werewolf leader fall down, and then she realized that it was Lu He's followers who took action.

It should be the man with the machete she had seen.

In her opinion, this can be called a magical skill, but Lu He evaluated it as qualified, which is nonsense.

"What happened?" Lala's face was full of question marks.

"Didn't you go to help Sai Erya?" Lu He didn't even turn his head and continued to look down at the battlefield.

"We didn't find Sister Sai Erya." Yue Ling and Lala looked at each other awkwardly, not telling the truth.

They were driven back by the great elder, who told them not to cause trouble and to go back to the top of the mountain to listen to Lu He's command.

Aww!!!

A terrifying wolf howl sounded, and Lu He looked over and saw that it was a werewolf that began to transform.

Shang Lang couldn't see or smell the assassin.

But he smelled the breath of death and knew that the assassin was still hiding nearby. His hair stood up, and the strong uneasiness made him extremely nervous, and cold sweat oozed out of his body.

He knew that if he didn't transform and find the assassin, he would be the next to fall.

So Shang Lang couldn't care less, and he exploded the deepest power in his body.

The werewolf tribe was able to stand in the Dawn Forest.

It has never been based on the dark energy in the body, but the violent factor contained in the blood.

The hysterical howl towards the sky activated the violent factor in the body instantly and acted on the blood.

In the blink of an eye, the body of the business wolf expanded rapidly, from two meters high to a small meat mountain more than three meters high. The exploding muscles were as hard as rocks, and there were dense and twisted blood vessels on it like tree roots!

In addition to the terrifying strong physique, the business wolf's white claws became longer and sharper, and the thick smoke of dark energy lingered around.

He grinned with ferocious fangs, a mixture of blood and saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, and a strange low roar came from his throat.

The price of tyrannical power is a decrease in intelligence.

It should be said that being controlled by power, it becomes a beast with only the impulse to kill, until it tears the enemy apart or runs out of strength.

"Originally, it only had the strength of two marks, and this transformation directly reached more than three marks."

"But I can only give you a failing grade for this wave."

Lu He's eyes were red, and he shook his head regretfully.

It's not that this werewolf is not good, but he thinks this werewolf transformation is rubbish.

Although its strength has been strengthened in all aspects, it has also lost the most important wisdom.

From the werewolf's pupils, he saw that most of the emotions were crazy and bloodthirsty, and only a trace of rationality was retained.

And in his vision, the negative energy particles that caused the werewolf to transform were only temporarily active, as if they were suddenly stimulated, and they would wither in a short time.

"You evaluate the werewolf's transformation as such a powerful ability as failing, I just laugh."

Yueling continued to argue, while Lala felt that this brother-in-law was really good at pretending, sitting there and talking without any pain in his waist.

The stealthed Comanche felt very tricky.

He tried to find the flaw of the werewolf leader and was ready to steal another knife, but the merchant wolf seemed to have discovered his approximate position and was always facing him, making it impossible for him to cut.

Just as he was about to charge head-on, he raised his eyebrows and saw Yili walking slowly on the land in the distance.

Yili was alone, walking out of the half-elf team at the foot of the mountain, stepping towards the werewolf army step by step.

His steps were slow, but extremely firm, and his expression was as calm as water when facing the dark werewolves.

With each step he took, the blood in his body became thicker. When he was fifty meters close to the werewolf army, the majestic blood had caused the air around him to be slightly distorted.

There was a faint red blood light flowing on his body, like a god of war shrouded in luster. The suffocating pressure caused all the werewolves to look solemn, and the army was noisy and commotion.

He walked out with the momentum of thousands of troops.

Pretending!

Comanche cursed in his heart with disdain, but he still felt a little sour. Before coming to the Dawn Forest, he was confident that he could beat Yili.

Now he has lost this confidence, but the adults said that if he finds the Sita Evolution Crystal again, he will help him improve his genetic limit.

"Human!?"

Shanglang's head did not turn around for a while, and the only remaining trace of reason recognized Yili's identity.

"Human, do you want to participate in the war between our werewolves and half-elves!" The werewolf leader Amu roared in shock and anger.

He suddenly figured out everything.

Why did the Lekaenger family inexplicably annihilate, and why Lloyd was so strong and tough this time, all because of the involvement of humans.

"Human, which country are you from? Don't you know the treaty that was once signed? Humans cannot intervene in the war between our races!" Amu warned sternly.

Amu was not confident enough. I don't know how many years ago the treaty he mentioned was, and not many people still abide by it now.

Yili did not reply, but just hooked his little finger at Shanglang who was trying his best to suppress his instincts.

This hook completely detonated the business wolf.

"I will tear you apart! Grind you into pieces!"

Before the words fell, the huge wolf body suddenly turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Yili.

Its five claws made an extremely harsh whistle in the air, like several scimitars, dragging a narrow blood light, forming countless afterimages, and fiercely grabbed Yili's neck.

Yili's eyes gradually became cold.

His hands tore the air, forming a cross fist, and went straight to meet the claws.

The terrifying power passed through his black muscles and passed to his two arms layer by layer like waves.

The muscles continued to bulge layer by layer, flowing continuously to the fists, and the fists were shining with black luster, as if the whole body was transmitting something for this punch.

Clang! ! !

The explosive metal roar, as if a heavy metal hammer hit another hard object hard, emitting a terrifying sound wave that made people numb all over.

In the center of the two people's connection, the hands and claws suddenly collided and paused for a moment.

Then a huge and terrifying airflow blasted in all directions, like a violent explosion of explosives, raising layers of air waves and dust, and even shaking the nearby ground.

Yili's figure stood still like a mountain.

Shanglang was thrown out fiercely, and after the huge wolf body fell to the ground, it dragged a deep yellow gully in the green grass before slowly stopping.

Puff!

Shanglang spurted out a mouthful of blood, the bloodthirstiness in his eyes quickly disappeared, and his figure gradually shrank and returned to its original state.

His thick arms full of muscle knots hung limply on his arms, and his chest was a bloody fist mark.

In the battlefield, except for Shanglang's violent panting and incredible gasping sounds, there was a dead silence.

Who would have thought that he would be punched into a transformed state!

Amu felt an involuntary tremor spreading from his back.

He wanted to help the tribe leader Shanglang, but it was over with one punch, and he didn't even have time to draw his knife.

Looking at the merchant wolf and Fletcher lying on the ground, and the half-elves and humans who were walking in the distance.

Amu looked at the remaining three leaders, suppressed the fear in his heart, and pulled out his knife inch by inch.

"Werewolf warriors of the Heila clan! Kill all these humans and half-elves, and use their blood to pay tribute to the ancestor wolf!"

If we don't fight hard today and don't kill all these people, the Heila clan will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever!

Suddenly, a black mass of werewolves roared and surrounded them.

"I think this punch is good."

"It has four points of my boxing skills, so there is still a lot of room for improvement."

Yue Ling finally heard good words from Lu He, but the next sentence made her unable to help but argue again.

"Why don't you go up to the sky? I know you are a strong Sky Knight, you are powerful, but others are also very strong."

"If you can do it, go up!"

"Brother-in-law, are you not good enough?"

"Others say you are very strong, but I really can't see where you are strong?"

Pull the relay pole.

She really couldn't stand it. Others were fighting desperately below, and this person was commenting blindly, saying that this one just passed, that one was not bad, and pretending.

Lu He's eyes suddenly condensed. He hated others questioning his incompetence, especially beautiful girls.