"Commander Si, there are too many sixth-rank experts in the werewolf unit, and there are also fifth-rank experts. I should set up some formations around the area, which will at least help the soldiers better defend the position."
Chen Feng frowned slightly, lost in thought.
After a moment, he slowly turned his head and whispered to Si Yuniang beside him, "Commander Si, I have thought about it carefully and I think the situation is still relatively optimistic."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "With my current mastery of formation techniques and understanding of formations, the array I set up will be incredibly powerful. Even against a powerful enemy of the fifth rank, it will be able to firmly block them from entering."
As he said this, a confident glint flashed in Chen Feng's eyes, as if those enemies were utterly helpless in the face of his meticulously arranged formation.
Then, he patted his chest and continued, "And most importantly, I am personally overseeing this."
"As long as I'm here, even if multiple fifth-rank werewolf experts forcibly break in at the same time, we have nothing to fear. With my strength and experience, I'm sure I can fight them and ultimately achieve victory."
"Then I'll have to trouble you. There are some array materials in the warehouse. Just ask Fang Zhongda for whatever you need," Si Yuniang said happily, knowing Chen Feng's array skills.
Chen Feng approached Fang Zhongda without hesitation, his eyes firm and sharp, as if to tell him of his determination. He meticulously listed the necessary precious array materials, each item precise to the extreme.
These materials are the finest parts of military supplies; they radiate a mysterious light, as if containing boundless power.
Chen Feng knew the value of these materials. He carefully held them in his hands, feeling their texture and energy. He meticulously examined each piece to ensure there were no flaws or damage.
Then, he began to use his superb skills to incorporate these materials into the arrangement of the formation.
His fingers, like nimble dancers, moved nimbly through the materials. He gently touched each node of the array, adjusting their position and angle to achieve the best effect. His movements were soft and precise, as if he were sculpting a precious work of art.
At the heart of the three small hills, Chen Feng devoted all his energy. He carefully observed the surrounding terrain and environment, pondering how to utilize these natural elements to enhance the power of the formation.
He arranged various intricate runes and patterns on the mountaintop, which intertwined to form a tight network.
As time went by, Chen Feng gradually completed the arrangement of the entire array. Standing on high ground, overlooking his masterpiece, he was filled with pride.
This massive array of formations acted like a giant shield, tightly protecting the human forces within.
Even if seven or eight thousand werewolf troops surged in like a tide, they would find it difficult to break through this impregnable defensive line.
In just three days, Chen Feng, like a precise machine, quickly and accurately set up all the formations. His eyes were focused and determined, and every movement was full of power and rhythm.
At this moment, the werewolf force gathered ahead resembled a black torrent, numbering five thousand. Their figures appeared particularly ferocious in the sunlight, their sharp fangs gleaming coldly.
However, they did not launch an attack, as if they were waiting for the perfect opportunity.
More than ten miles to either side of the main camp, two other battalions were advancing steadily. The soldiers marched with firm steps, their hands gripping their weapons tightly, their eyes revealing fearlessness and determination.
Their actions were swift and orderly, and everyone knew their tasks and responsibilities.
The sounds of fortifications being built rose and fell, hammers striking stones with a crisp, clear sound. With sweat and toil, the soldiers piled massive stones into sturdy walls, providing a solid barrier for the camp.
Despite the tense atmosphere, Chen Feng's heartbeat remained unusually calm. He knew that this battle was not merely a contest of strength, but also a clash of wits and strategies. He carefully observed the werewolf's every move, pondering his countermeasures.
"boom--"
On the morning of December 31st, Chen Feng was intently watching the werewolf army from a distance of three kilometers. Suddenly, a series of deafening roars, like thunder from the heavens, echoed across the entire werewolf territory from the distant horizon.
The sound was like the roar of countless giant beasts, or a massive collision between heaven and earth, carrying unparalleled pressure and shock. Chen Feng's heart raced from the sudden roar, and he stared wide-eyed in the direction from which the sound came.
In the distance, a dark cloud rolled in, like a massive black mountain, pressing down and making it hard to breathe. Lightning flashed intermittently within the cloud, twisting and turning like silver snakes, illuminating the entire sky.
Beneath those dark clouds, one could vaguely see some enormous figures moving about, as if they were demons from hell.
As the rumbling grew closer, the ground began to tremble violently, as if the entire world was about to be torn apart by this powerful force.
Huge cracks appeared in the ground beneath Chen Feng's feet, sending dust billowing up and obscuring the sky. He felt a powerful gust of air rush towards him, almost making him lose his footing.
Amidst this breathtaking scene, Chen Feng felt a surge of profound awe. He realized that this upheaval would bring unprecedented challenges and crises, and he had to be prepared to deal with them.
"Humans, what do you want?"
Then, a loud roar rang out, like a thunderclap, making the earth tremble slightly.
The voice carried a terrifying pressure, like an invisible giant wave sweeping outwards.
All the humans and werewolves felt the oppressive force emanating from this aura; their expressions turned solemn, and a sense of fear welled up within them.
"Snow Wolf King, an old friend has arrived. Why not come out and greet him?"
Another loud voice rang out, a voice that seemed to transcend time and space, carrying boundless majesty.
The voices of the human warriors echoed in the air, resonating with the roars of the werewolf king, creating a tense yet spectacular scene.
Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he widened his eyes, staring intently ahead.
This means that the human king and the werewolf king are having a direct dialogue. Doesn't that mean a war between the kings is possible?
His heart started racing, and his breathing became rapid.
The atmosphere on this vast battlefield became extremely tense.
The human army stood ready, their eyes revealing determination and courage.
The werewolves, on the other hand, seemed restless, their gazes frequently sweeping towards the humans, as if they were waiting for something.
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