Chapter 345 Wusoran

The dense sound of horse hooves passed by Abeson, and he almost brushed past the knight's horse several times.

These barbarians in wolf-skin cloaks are definitely the nightmare of all enemies, but when they, with their thick hair and beards, become teammates, all despair is no longer complete.

Because the Wolf God's warriors are here, the empire's most ferocious army is here.

As one of the few legions that abandoned gunpowder, the Middenlanders were famous for their strength in close combat.

Abeson didn't know which company of the White Wolf Knights they were from. He only knew that these burly men could lift him up like a chicken.

Who would despise these lunatics who refused to wear helmets? It was as if someone fired a gun in the east, and an abnormally strong wind blew from the front, which was clearly a westerly wind before.

A huge black shadow with a terrifying sound of breaking through the air caused a huge wave in the air. Before Abeson could blink, the black shadow disappeared again.

The war horses neighed in fear and abandoned their riders; after all, they were not professional elven horses that could confront chaos monsters.

The entire front line of the convoy was in chaos. The militiamen huddled together to find a sense of security in the chaos. The knights raised their hammers and looked for the enemy. The knights who fell off their horses roared furiously and fought against the horses that were running everywhere.

The toppled oil lamps and torches nearly set the forest on fire, and the flames illuminated the woodland unevenly.

Everything is messed up.

Abeson tried hard to find the commander's orders among the chaotic noise, but he didn't even hear the sound of war drums.

He moved closer to his captain, just like every other militiaman, but his captain disappeared in the weeds in a few breaths, swept away by the chaotic crowd.

He breathed dazedly and rapidly. The helplessness and confusion of losing his sergeant made him feel like an outsider.

What should he do now? Where is the enemy? In which direction is the battle taking place? The horrifying sound of bones shattering emerged not far away. Abeson's heart trembled suddenly, and he instinctively retreated towards the crowd, but stopped halfway.

According to the rules, he should stay where he is with his teammates and wait for orders to come.

Maybe the commander is fighting in another location and they have to guard the flanks.

Another huge black shadow passed over like a cannonball and hit the center of the convoy.

After seeing the black shadow's appearance clearly, Abeson was completely confused.

It was a warhorse that had been crumpled into a ball, with its shiny rank badge half-soaked in blood. However, the sharp-eyed soldiers could still vaguely recognize its meaning - the one thrown away by the unknown creature was their school officer, and the unfortunate old commander went to see Moore with his warhorse.

"Hold your ground!"

The unique, beast-like roar of the Midden people shocked the logistics corps. It seemed that the company captain of the White Wolf Knights temporarily took over the command. This was in accordance with the rules, and at this time everyone hoped that someone would stand up and give orders.

The unknown attacker seemed amused, and laughter as if stuck in the throat came from all directions.

This was definitely not a laugh that a human could make. It almost filled the entire forest. The strong wind rose along with its long laughter, and the branches swayed with the lingering sound of the laughter.

The dull laughter did not last long before the rationality contained in it disappeared.

“Ah~”

It sounded like a wolf howling or a bat screaming. No one knew what it was. Abeson just hoped it would stay away.

The knights charged northward against the flow of people. Abeson wanted to keep up with the warriors, but his legs were completely out of control.

Wailing and screaming were everywhere, the monster seemed to have entered the crowd and slaughtered several open areas.

Abeson was pushed to the south by the crowd. He subconsciously looked to the north, but only saw a huge crowd of people.

When he turned around, those who were rushing to the south side and blocking his way were gone.

The weeds on the ground were filled with tattered corpses, like a terrible illusion. They should be the militiamen who were still alive in the last blink of an eye.

What brought them down in an instant?

The deep laughter almost flew towards the north close to Abeson, and the death that passed by him almost made him forget how to breathe.

It started to rain lightly, and when one drop of rain fell on Abeson's cheek, he realized that it was blood.

He saw the knights hurriedly returning from the north, and in the next blink of an eye, he saw a black shadow appearing out of thin air behind them. Almost at the same moment, all the knights around the black shadow flew into the sky.

The human bodies exploded in mid-air. Perhaps because the force that caused their bodies to explode was a beat too slow, the belated death shattered them into pieces of bloody rain.

What kind of monster is that?

What kind of demons are they fighting? This is definitely not a fight.

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It couldn't be a vampire. Vampires wouldn't be that fast. At least Abeson had never heard of such a vampire.

The White Wolf's inner circle knights called out in vain to the surviving warriors, but the collapsed front line could no longer be healed, and the militiamen around him were not professional soldiers.

The huge black shadow was behind the inner circle knight in an instant. If Abeson had not been paying attention to the commander's position, he might not have been able to follow the movement of the black shadow.

It is more elusive than a ghost.

What surprised Abeson was that the savage Midden man was able to react and hurriedly raised his war hammer to block the sharp claws that were coming towards him.

Who could have thought that humans could possess brute force comparable to that of monsters? When the roar of the collision reached the sky, Abeson remembered that the strongest White Wolf Knights were mostly champions of the god Yurik, who had received divine grace.

The monster seemed to be surprised by the mortal's resistance. It stopped there and did not move.

The cleverer musketeers seized the opportunity and fired a round at it together.

But they were not sharpshooters, and the bullets almost knocked down the Knight Commander. The monster dodged the gunpowder mixed with silver powder with just a flash.

It even had the energy to swing its claws to deflect the knight's hammer that was swinging at it.

It was only then that Abeson had the chance to see its appearance clearly.

It looked like a giant with its skin plucked from it, but it had dry, long, sharp claws.

The protruding soles of its feet supported its light yet powerful body, and the densely packed barbs on its back almost made Abeson drop his weapon.

Its deformed body made it look more like a hunchback when standing, but even when it was bent over, it was still two heads taller than the tallest Imperial man.

Abeson remembered the Strigoi, a people who lived in a nomadic state in the Empire. They seemed to believe in demons with similar appearances.

But there had been many such evil empires in the past, and many had been killed by witch hunters, but the empire had never recorded such a powerful individual.

(End of this chapter)