A pair of scarlet pupils suddenly lit up in the darkness.

These werewolfs appeared silently like ghosts, like the deadliest shadows in the night, adding a bit of treacherous and uneasy to the battle.

Their eyes flashed with a fierce light, and their sharp fangs were vaguely visible in the faint light, as if they were ready to tear their prey to pieces at any time.

Seeing this situation, an ominous premonition surged in the hearts of the Tartars. They knew very well that the terror of these werewolfs was a kind of cruelty and ruthlessness that transcended the instinct of carnivorous food.

The air around seemed to have solidified, and only the heavy breathing and heartbeat of each other could be heard, as well as the occasional sound of weapons fighting in the distance.

The leading tauren druid shouted in a deep voice: "Be careful, the gnolls appear, don't panic, stabilize the formation, they are not as terrible as they imagined."

His voice echoed in the silence, looking extremely calm and steady.

The Taurus soldiers quickly adjusted their formation, raised their shields and clamped their weapons, ready to face this sudden challenge.

"It was all the abyss werewolf, and they were the strongest werewolf assassin among the abyss werewolf." Brian hid in the dark, witnessing the spectacular scene of the confrontation between the tauren and the hostile hostage in front of him, and could not help but reveal the surprise in his eyes.

These werewolves were covered with dark hair and skin as dark as night, and their eyes were like two blood-dropping rubies, flashing with a heart-pounding cold light.

Their bodies are more agile and strong than their similarities in the material plane, and they exude an extraordinary agility and elegance in their actions, like ghosts passing through the void.

What's even more amazing is that they emit an invisible but powerful shocking aura, which makes people feel awe-inspiring and dare not look directly at it.

This aura is not something that any creature can possess on the material plane. Only in the deep and bottomless abyss where the demon occupies can such a dangerous and terrifying existence be nurtured.

Because these werewolves can only be seen from their appearance that they are gigolos. If they are seriously investigated, they can be called the Abyss Demon.

After all, they not only have a high proportion of demonic bloodline, but also inherit all the characteristics of the Abyss Demon.

In them, you can see the arrogance and cruelty of the demons, and the darkness and horror of the abyss. They are both descendants of the werewolf and the incarnation of the abyss demons. This contradictory and complex identity makes their existence even more chilling.

Then, Brian looked at the tauren druid who had reached the legendary realm with some curiosity.

The gnolls spent so much effort to lead the Tauren leader from the spiral tower and dispatched many powerful abyss gnolls to siege. The intention behind this was obviously not as simple as targeting a few ordinary Taurens.

It can be seen from this that the leading tauren druid must have extraordinary excellence, otherwise how could the gnolls have tried so hard and made many plans?

There may be some unknown secret hidden in him, or there may be a powerful force that makes the werewolf afraid.

Brian thought secretly and looked forward to the upcoming confrontation.

At this critical moment, a zodiac waswolf jumped out suddenly, and its speed was as fast as an arrow from the string, and it rushed straight towards the nearest tauren warrior.

The sharp claws cut through the air, accompanied by a sharp whistle, which made people feel heart-pounding.

The battle suddenly broke out at this moment!

The abyss werewolf from all directions swarmed in an instant, and the dark figures turned into shadows flying rapidly on the battlefield, attacking the surrounding bullheads from all angles.

They are fierce and agile, and each attack is accompanied by a cold breath, which makes people shudder.

Faced with this sudden fierce offensive, a cool look flashed in the eyes of the dautted druid, the headed tauren druid, the bronze bell. He seemed extremely calm and calm, as if everything was in his control.

As cold light flashed out from the shadows, the moment when the claws of the abyss were about to raid on the scoundrels, the scoundrel druid suddenly raised his foot and stepped onto the ground with force.

In an instant, the entire area began to shake violently.

The ground made of pure rocks began to ripples at the foot of the Tauren Druid, like ripples splashing on the water.

This sudden change was like an invisible huge wave, which made most of the werewolves who had just appeared from the shadows instantly shocked by the powerful aftermath, and their speed suddenly slowed down significantly, as if they had been frozen by time.

Seeing this, the people of the Bullhead immediately keenly captured this fleeting opportunity. They launched a counterattack without hesitation. They waved heavy weapons such as heavy axes, hard-headed hammers, and maces. Each swing was accompanied by a heart-wrenching force, and they ruthlessly smashed the abyss zombies who were temporarily lost.

Accompanied by the sound of bone cracks that made people's scalp numb, five abyss were shattered by the bullheads on the spot.

Before their wailing sound could be fully released, they fell to the ground and died so much that they could not die again.

Seeing this, other abyss werewolves did not dare to confront the ox-headed people. They left these corpses, used the "shadow jump" again, and disappeared from the spot in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and the shadow of death, and the strength and coldness of the people of the Tartar were also fully demonstrated at this moment.

It can be seen from this that although these abyss were powerful, the Taurus is not a vegetarian.

Brian, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but nod his head slightly after witnessing the feat of the Tartars, and secretly admired himself.

Especially the tauren druid, who had already entered the legendary realm, his every move revealed unfathomable power.

The kick just now seemed casual, but actually contained earth-shaking power, which forced Brian to re-examine the strength of the druid.

Conservatively estimated, his cultivation level is at least about a medium-class legend, and this strength is enough to make people awe.

What is even more striking is that this druid is most likely a voter of Baphim, the king of the horned demon.

Otherwise, how could he easily resolve the abyss werewolf assassins who used the energy of the shadow field to launch a raid on the Taurus with just one "war trampling"?

Such a method is absolutely impossible to be mastered by ordinary legendary taurens.
Chapter completed!