Head-on.

With a claw in his arms, the crusaders killed a werewolf warrior.

With the obstruction of fog, the zombies had a view of only six meters in the Twilight Canyon. When they noticed the swordsman entering the field, they had no time to retreat.

Not to mention, before this, they were already led to the depths of the trap area by the civilians.

A killing began.

The Crusaders charged forward, and Alex, as the general, roared wildly, attracting the gnolls to gather around them.

Fortunately, when the militia collapsed, they fled separately, and there were not many gnolls staying around.

Nearly one-third of the werewolves were entangled in various traps.

Potholes, vines, wood thorns, huge rocks, and beast clips.

Some swordsmen saw the zombie with their legs clamped by a clip and walked over and took a knife.

Cut it.

"kill!!!"

Alex was still striding forward with a kick to the gnoll warrior who was rushing towards him.

In front, a group of gnolls advanced forward under the leadership of a strong gnoll who was more than two meters tall.

"Ha! The leader of the werewolf?"

Alex was surrounded by a small squad of crusaders and a small squad of swordsmen. The remaining swordsmen were slaughtering the zombies in the trap area.

There are not as many people as opposite.

Alex he doesn't care!

The moment he saw the "Wolf King" opposite, Alex felt that the blood in his body was boiling.

There is no meaning to cover yourself.

Alex and the others were soon noticed by the "Wolf King".

"Gurl Pole Blood Claw" with extremely wide hands and feet smiled.

"Human, bed bug!"

It speaks the common word.

It is provoking!

Watching the werewolf ahead charge towards him.

Alex holds a sword in both hands.

Move half a step forward with one foot.

The fighting spirit around the body began to burn.

Next second.
Chapter completed!