"They are like warriors of the moon, lurking in the darkness. They are like children of the forest, blessed by the forest. They are great and fearless. They are the wolves of the forest~~~~"

When Vorkes used the Chapter's artifact, the Tearing Claw, to tear apart the Level 2 Angel holding the heavy sword opposite him, he heard someone beside him chanting these chilling words in a rhythmic and extremely high-spirited voice.

Why is this guy here?

Vorkes' old face turned dark under the wolf-head helmet, and his tough metal face revealed a hint of helplessness, because the visitor was one of the few alien warbands in the Achilles warrior group, the Wind Ranger Warband known as the poets (shit) men.

They are a group of Achilles warriors who love singing in the battle groups separated from the legion, and they are led by Tilikli, a bard with extremely strong melee ability.

As the title of Bard was not majestic enough, and influenced by the vast library of the 500 Worlds, the name of the chapter was finally determined to be the Wind Rangers. In their view, the wind is their agile and poetic figure, and rangers are often full of a certain romantic style, which is very similar to their love of singing and praising.

"I didn't expect that the people who were in charge of this forest with me were your Wind Ranger Regiment... Are you here to... uh, "sing praises"? "

Vox was sharpening his sharp Tearing Claws like a giant wolf standing up. While looking at the light golden blood dripping from the Tearing Claws, he spoke to a figure squatting on a tree trunk. The figure was wearing dark green Achilles power armor, a hooded cloak, several medals of honor on his chest, and a book of poems on his waist.

Tilikli, the commander of the Wind Rangers Chapter named by Vox, jumped down from the tree, drew a one-handed longsword from his waist, made a beautiful sword flower, and then put it back into the scabbard with a swish.

"My old friend, I am really sad to hear you say that. I have already thought of a poem to praise you, the heroic and agile wolves, but now it seems that you do not appreciate it."

Tilikli took off his helmet with both hands, and a trace of grievance appeared on his pale metal face, as if what Vox said really hurt his heart.

What a hypocritical guy.

Humph! Vox couldn't help but snorted. He didn't think this so-called poetry would be of any use to warriors like them who lived among wolves. After slowly rubbing off the blood on his Tearing Claw, he hung the Tearing Claw back on his back, stretched out his hands and moved his wrists, and said to Tilikli.

"I hope you won't delay the actions of the great Golden Void Lord. The glory of the 500 worlds rests on our backs!"

After hearing this, Tilikli no longer looked aggrieved as before, but instead looked serious and his handsome face revealed a determined look, and he said it with a solemn oath.

"Don't worry, Wind Ranger is the warrior who is best at contacting the wind. Our twin swords are just like our poems. When they hear our poems, the twin swords will have already crushed their souls. We will kill the enemies without a trace!"

The rapier hanging on his waist is called Storm Thorn, and its piercing power is unmatched, and even the strongest armor can be turned into a hornet's nest. This is the artifact that the Chapter Master of the Wind Rangers will pass down from generation to generation, because its raw material is made from the divine power of a wind-based god.

Seeing Tilikli stroking the artifact hanging around his waist, Vorx nodded lightly without saying anything. The fighting style of the Wind Rangers was indeed as their chapter leader said, moving back and forth without a trace. They were a group of warriors who were best at harnessing the power of wind, and were also the most suitable warriors for fighting in complex and compound environments such as grasslands, forests, and wilderness.

As for the inherited artifacts of the Wind Rangers Chapter, their Forest Wolves Chapter still has it. The Ripping Claws are no longer what they used to be. Now every chapter leader holds a chapter inherited weapon that is made from the godhead of the God of Faith traded personally by the White Tower Alliance's Platinum Tower Think Tank. They are of extremely high quality and pose a great threat to life forms of level three and below.

The Forest Wolf Regiment had originally used its extremely powerful aggressiveness and cluster-based attack forms to defeat the angels here one after another. The howling of the wild wolves had already spread in heaven on a small scale. This regiment was remembered by many angels because of their wolf-like fighting style and united wolf spirit.

When you are targeted by a wolf, there are at least five or six wolves around, watching you, their axes and claws are already staring at any of your vital points. When you are targeted by a wolf, all you have to do is to ensure that you have an intact body.

Many second-level angel warriors said this to their subordinates, and their fear of the Forest Wolf Regiment was revealed in their eyes without any display.

The Forest Wolf Regiment is also rare. Through the combined wolf pack tactics, they have managed to defeat several Level 2 Heavy Sword Angels, Level 2 Judgement Angels, Level 2 Wisdom Angels and other regiments. They are fearless, united and cooperative, and fight to the death. This is the impression many angels have of them.

It would have been fine if it had been like this, but what was even more fatal was that when the Wind Rangers, harnessing the power of the wind, began to harass the angels at a higher speed and with fan-shaped free attacks, and coordinated with the Wild Wolves to launch a siege attack, the angels truly fell into a comprehensive rout that occurred on a large scale and on multiple fronts simultaneously.

According to some angels' later evaluation of the Wind Rangers, in their opinion, these rangers were undoubtedly opponents with extremely high swordsmanship. Each of them had a strong affinity for the wind. They were like a ball of human-shaped wind that came and went without a trace. The only flaw was that they themselves did not have a good control over poetry. Sometimes they would even come up with some strange songs that did not rhyme. They hummed songs while waving weapons, more like perverts than elegant ranger poets.

"If I have to face a Wind Ranger who sings out of tune and speaks incoherently, which is comparable to mental pollution, then I would rather point this sharp blade in my hand at myself."

These are the words spoken by an angel warrior who was defeated by the Wind Rangers in this plane and survived.

An important reason why he was able to survive was that when he was unable to bear the song's out-of-tune, incoherent language, and mental pollution and was about to attempt suicide, he was stopped by the other party.

Hey, hey, hey, you, yes, it's you, don't be so stubborn, just listen to me finish singing~~~~ (End of this chapter)