Reborn as a Werewolf Ancestor Chapter 150: The battle is over

Boom!

After the collision of the flames and the thunder, a violent explosion sounded.

The impact it generated completely broke through and shattered the shield cast by Mage Ibold.

"Go! Thunder arrow!"

Taking this opportunity, Ibord issued a spell that he had chanted earlier, and shot at the place where the flame hit in the mist.

Three second-order transcendents also raised their long swords, so that the spiritual source gathered above, ready to slash at the enemy who would rush out of the mist at any time.

"Boom."

However, the Thunderbolt Arrow missed any enemy after all.

Without waiting for Ibod's next spell chanting, the pair of sharp claws in the mist stretched out again, tightly grasping an extraordinary head, and brought it into the mist.

Although the two extraordinary people beside him kept slashing their long swords, and even used their spiritual sources, it was of no avail. The opponent's sharp claws were like silver crystals, and ordinary weapons could not hurt him at all.

Fear appeared in everyone's hearts, and only then did they understand why the commander kept sighing just now, and why mage Aibode said that he was looking forward to a miracle, because in this fog, he and others could not match each other at all.

"Poof."

The sound of the sharp sword piercing into the flesh came, and everyone knew that the companion who had just been caught in the mist had been dealt with by the opponent.

Not waiting for Mage Ibold to completely chant a new spell, the blood-stained claws reappeared and grabbed his head.

Severe pain came from Ibbod's scalp, and he felt that the sharp claws seemed to penetrate his head.

The strong desire to survive made him keep hitting the sharp claws above, and the two supernatural beings beside him also overcame their fear, swung the sword of spiritual origin and slashed on the top of the sharp claws.

"Boom."

The collision between the long sword and the sharp claw produced some sparks, and even a slight depression appeared on the top of the long sword, but the sharp claw was still unscathed, exuding a silver-white brilliance.

"This...this..."

The two extraordinary people couldn't understand the scene in front of them. This is a long sword attached to a spiritual source. Shouldn't this sharp sword cut iron like mud? Why is there a scene where one's own weapon is dented.

Before they had time to think about it, three flames appeared behind them, completely devouring them.

The death of his subordinates stimulated Iberd's nerves even more. He desperately knocked on the upper claw, trying to let it loose its grip on him.

It seems that his behavior touched the owner of the sharp claw, and the other party cooperated with two Moonfall wolves, walked out of the fog and came to Iberd.

Looking at the orc-like man covered in white fur, nearly three meters tall, with a wolf-like head and two sharp claws, Iberd couldn't help but be filled with fear.

Obviously this is the second time he has seen the face of this kind of orc again, but he still feels scared. Coupled with the blood-stained sharp claws, in Ibbod's view, the other party really looks like someone from **** Devilish.

"The last one?" the other party said in a deep voice.

Accompanied by these words, four figures stepped out of the mist one after another.

One of the orcs of the same race as the white demon asked: "My lord, is this the last of these superhumans?"

The other party nodded and said, "That's right, we have killed nearly thirty extraordinary people here."

Hearing the conversation between the two, Ibold's eyes widened. Only relying on this fog, the five people and two wolves in front of him actually killed thirty Manvila extraordinary?

Sure enough, Commander Mundell underestimated the opponent from the very beginning. It is no wonder that the human side would rest assured that they would come to assassinate such a strong man.

"It's time to go, this fog is about to disperse." The white orc said.

Iberd understood that his fate was about to end at this moment, and he was very unwilling, so he hurriedly discarded the staff and took out the scroll that he had been afraid to use before.

This is a scroll he obtained by accident, and it contains power close to the fifth-order epic, and the scroll has only one ability, and that is self-destruct.

The moment the scroll is torn apart, it will explode with power belonging to the fifth level and sweep to every corner. Even the holder of the scroll will be hit without exception. This is something Ibold dare not use reason.

But now, he has changed his mind. If he wants to die, he will drag the other party to die with him.

He quickly grabbed the scroll and was about to tear it open.

There was a "poof", and Ibbod's head was scattered all over the ground like a crushed watermelon.

His hands loosened weakly, and the scroll in his hand fell into a pool of blood.

Kane threw his body aside, and picked up the scroll on the ground without being too dirty.

"Let me see, what is it that you will regard as the backhand before you die."

Kane opened the scroll with interest, intending to find out.

Sitz, who was on the side, keenly observed the material and texture on the top of the scroll. After nearly a month of teaching from Adeline, he is no longer the beginner who relied on the superficial knowledge of spells~IndoMTL.com~ He speculated Said: "My lord, I think this should be a high-level scroll belonging to the fifth or sixth order. Judging from the lines above it, it is a range-based attack scroll."

Kane was a little surprised and said: "Yes, this is indeed an explosive scroll. It seems that you have learned a lot from Lord Adeline this month."

Sitz said modestly: "No, my lord, the knowledge of mages is far richer than I imagined, and my level is not enough."

"Well, remember not to be too immersed in the study of knowledge and neglect your cultivation. Strength is the most important thing."

Sitz said solemnly: "Yes, my lord."

Kane put away the scroll and said to several people: "Okay, this scroll is not very useful to us at the moment, I decided to take it back and show it to Your Excellency Adeline to make sure it is really useful."

"The fog is about to clear, we should go."

"Yes, my lord." The four replied.

Taking advantage of the cover of night and fog, several people quickly ran out of the camp of the Manvila army, leaving only more than 30 corpses telling what happened here.

After the fog dissipated, more than two hundred soldiers finally escaped from it, and they reunited with the rest of the Chaofan Club who were attracted by the sound of fighting.

A group of people came to the last place where Kane and the commander fought. Looking at the scene of dead bodies in front of them, they fell into deep thought.

A third-order human extraordinary asked: "Which of you knows what happened? And Commander Mundell?"

The commander of more than two hundred soldiers stepped forward and explained the situation to him.

After listening to the third-order extraordinary, he was surprised: "What!? You mean that there are only five intruders?"

The commander of the soldiers added: "Sir, it should be said that there are two third-tier Moonfall Wolves."