bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 72 The Impostor

Howling?

Han Dongwen felt his nerves tense up suddenly, and almost reflexively moved away from the corpse in front of him wearing the armor of the National Army Division, taking a few steps back to hide.

"Ha!"

Several snow foxes rushed out of the woods in front of Han Dongwen, startling him.

Han Dongwen hurriedly set up his posture, but found that these snow foxes ignored him at all, and just rushed out from his side in a hurry.

These snow foxes didn't find themselves hunting.

They are running away!

And the direction in which they fled was naturally where the mysterious wolf king was.

Han Dongwen was about to take a few steps forward to have a look, when he heard loud noises from that direction, mixed with people's shouts.

Could it be that there are other people here, even this group of people still fighting against the wolf king?
Han Dongwen moved forward carefully, and the further he walked, there were mana fluctuations in the air that could be felt with the skin, and a few blue-gray flashes flashed in the sky from time to time.

At least it can explain that it is not a hunter who strayed into this place. I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing...

Thinking so, Han Dongwen quietly touched behind a chaotic rock, and finally saw the faces of the two sides in the struggle.

From a physical point of view, the West Wind Wolf King might hardly be called a wolf.

Its physique is even larger than the previous giant bear, and the steel needle-like tail that fell to the ground alone is as long as a person. It is clearly the kind of beast that has spirituality. While charging and jumping, the white Mana Kunfeng shrouded it, and its destructive power was probably only stronger than the spells used by humans.

At this moment, five people surrounded the wolf king. These people were holding all kinds of weapons in their hands, and all of them were wearing black armor from the National Army Division—the situation looked very pessimistic. There are already many wounds on Wang's body that are bleeding, and the group of Guobingsi has already fallen a few, and there are only five people left.

What... what are these people doing here?

Han Dongwen was very puzzled.

Both the Principality of West Asia and the Simeng Kingdom are at the foot of Bailan Mountain on both sides. Because there are many monsters on the mountain, it is too unrealistic to set up a border stronghold here for a long time, so such a tacit understanding has been reached between the two countries.

It won't be a big problem for folk groups like Han Yingzong to come and go on Bailan Mountain, but...

This group of soldiers from the National Army Division stepped out of the border and on the mountain, which represented the military power of Simeng crossing the border!

Although the Principality of West Asia is no better than Taka, the matter is equally serious.

Han Dongwen frowned. The last time Simeng's military force crossed the border without permission was still in Haizhou. The instigator, Zhong Sheng, had already committed suicide. Why did someone do this this time?
"Roar!"

While he was thinking, the West Wind Wolf Dynasty roared at the sky, kicked his heels on the ground, and turned into a ball of flashes that were almost invisible and suddenly jumped ahead!
The soldier of the National Army Division directly opposite it obviously didn't react in time. He was still in a trance and felt that his abdomen was stuffy and he couldn't breathe in. The next second he was knocked into the air and lost his balance in despair.

How to do?
Han Dongwen was a little confused. After all, these people were still Simeng soldiers. Although they were causing trouble for him right now, should they help him...

He just bent his knees to stand up, and drew out the dagger from behind, when suddenly he heard someone in the field yell:
"nail!"

The bluish-white brilliance lit up, and several rays of light burst out from the hands of the four remaining standing people in the middle, south, north, and north of the field.

After sprinting, the West Wind Wolf King made an emergency stop. Now it was difficult to turn around. These rays of light shot out and pierced into the wolf king's shoulder blades and hind thighs. The iron spikes and forks remained in the wolf king's flesh and blood.

"Roar!"

The West Wind Wolf King howled in pain, his huge body tried his best to collide on the spot, the chains of the four of them obviously lacked strength, and it only took a few more breaths for the Wolf King to struggle out.

"Ormas!"

A soldier of the National Army Division suddenly shouted: "It's now, hurry up!"

The person he shouted to was the soldier who had just been knocked into the air by the wolf king and fell to the ground, and was still bruised and bruised by the haze wind around the wolf king in mid-air.

Ormas?
Han Dongwen gritted his teeth, which Simeng would call his mother Ormas?
Even though the characters in "Queyin" are unified, different countries still have different language habits. Simeng people would not name their children Omas, just like people in the Principality of West Asia would not call their children Wang Dahammer!

These people belong to the Principality of West Asia!
As if to confirm his guess, the soldier named Ormas coughed up a mouthful of blood, propped up his upper body with difficulty, managed to keep himself in a kneeling position, lowered his head and put his palms together on his body forward.

"God is above!"

"Omas Young, godson of Gascon Anderson, I beseech you to watch, walk the earth for your will to enlighten all beings!"

"Seventh, those who hate God will be punished!"

Ormas seemed to be possessed by a demon, and shouted frantically regardless of his bruised body.

As he shouted, the four prongs on the West Wind Wolf King's body suddenly burst into a blue-gray flash, and the chain was pulled straight by an invisible force, locking the Wolf King firmly in place.

What kind of fork is that? Looking at it now, it is the candle scissors of the Church of the Principality of West Asia!

"Sixth, those who respect God will be blessed!"

Ormas shouted frantically, his hands and the skin on his cheeks gradually began to glow and smoke.

"boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud noise from the wolf king's right hind leg, and the blue-gray brilliance had condensed into the shape of candle scissors, piercing through its entire right hind leg.

"fifth!"

Ormas raised his hands high, the skin of his arms seemed to be put into an oven, and gradually burned with the rising smoke, forming pieces of falling ash puffs.

"This world cannot have..."

Only halfway through his words, the whole body suddenly froze and froze in place.

"Omas?"

The few people who were struggling couldn't hear the second half of the sentence, they turned their heads eagerly and shouted.

However, what caught their eyes was a figure descending from the sky, nailing the dagger firmly to the sky cap of Ormas.

"who!"

With a gloomy face, Han Dongwen stepped on Ormas's back and pulled out the dagger. His whole figure twisted, releasing a burst of blue-gray brilliance and disappearing in place.

His other dagger remained where it was. Han Dongwen could still play this trick of appearing and disappearing two or three times.

The few remaining people were obviously very familiar with this light, and they shouted: "Prayer Beacon? Damn it! Who betrayed us!"

While they were in a panic, the light saber on the leg of the West Wind Wolf King burst like glass. It roared angrily, and a glaring ball of white light gathered in front of its bloody maw like a whirlwind.

The form of spells is probably the most primitive.

But the power of spells is only related to mana.

The remaining four tried to flee in a hurry, but it was too late, the West Wind Wolf King stepped on his front paw and roared violently!

A white beam of light composed of pure mana suddenly lit up, engulfing them immediately, leaving only one soldier who was about to pass by the beam of light—a fake soldier, and continued to flee in a panic.

"Falling geese."

A shadow suddenly appeared on the ground under the fake soldier's feet. When he looked up, he saw Han Dongwen holding two daggers in both hands, and smashed them down with the handle at the end.

　I wish you all a Happy New Year!

　　I had a minor operation today, and I can go home and update normally tomorrow. I didn’t expect the last day of 2021 to be like this, which makes people dumbfounded.

　　If there are no problems, it will be ready to be put on the shelves next Friday, and then I will send a single chapter to talk about the things on the shelves. I hope everyone is healthy and everything goes well in the new year!
　　See you in 2022!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)