The Godsfall Chronicles

Fire basins are lit one by one.

The black flag camp lights are on fire.

Throughout the camp, like a cyclone of panic, the plague spreads among humans, crying and screaming on all sides, and a terrible tide of beasts looms.

Horrible wilderness catastrophe!

It is also a unique survival war in the wilderness, a war waged by large swarms of hungry mutants against human agglomerations.

Just a month after arriving in the camp, the cloud eagle naturally did not experience the tide of the beast, but heard mercenaries talk about the tide of the beast. Most of the human camps in the wilderness are said to have been destroyed by the outbreak of the tide of the beast. Every outbreak of the tide of the beast means a bloodbath and a havoc. Even if the camp is strong enough to resist the tide of the beast, it will inevitably cause great energy damage and bloodshed.

Don't you think black flag camps can escape bad luck?

In such an atmosphere of panic and despair, the cloud hawk still felt a little panicked, he had never experienced such a catastrophe, and he did not know exactly what he was going to face.

When a heart is still seven up and eight down.

Howling from the wilderness.

Like a thunderclap!

Like a mountain flood!

This horrible sound seems to be purely a wave of bloodthirst, madness, cruelty that spiritually shocks and vibrates, and that trembles deep into the soul.

What horrible creature could make such a sound?

A cloud hawk sees a little something from the crevices of the wall.

Heran is a large group of healthy shadows that move rapidly in the moonlight.

Those dark green eyes are like a ghost fire, adding a very ominous smell to the night of Rin Sou Killing!

What the hell is this?

As the cloud eagle began to think, a camp guard standing on the balcony with bows and arrows shouted in horror:

“Bad, it's the Rotten Wolf! ”

“Damn it! Countless rotten wolves! ”

Every camp guard is a carefully chosen warrior, reliable in strength and psychological qualities, but even in the face of the terrible sight they are facing, their voices cannot help but express their fears.

The formation of the surrounding temporary fighters is even worse.

“The wilderness is full of rotten wolves. ”

“Oh, my God, you're dead this time! ”

“We can't resist so many rotten wolves. Run for your lives and give up! ”

The morale of the Utah masses temporarily assembled by Captain Ryan almost collapsed.

Rotten Wolf, this is a mutant giant wolf wandering in the wilderness, named for its poisonous rotten flesh odor. These mutant beasts generally weigh 80 kilograms, and the size of a rotten wolf does not seem to be capped. Some have seen a giant rotten wolf weighing 500 or 600 kilograms!

These mutant beasts are ferocious and very cunning, and each ordinary rotten wolf is comparable to the fighting power of three or two regular camp guards, and now appears in the night, at least about seven or eight hundred rotten wolves, which is still the most optimistic estimate.

Nobody knows how much is hidden out of sight!

Even if it's true, 700 or 800 is a disaster for the camp!

Captain Ryan didn't expect the timing to be so serious. Although his face changed and the sword's hands trembled slightly, he still soothed everyone with a hoarse and calm voice: “Hundreds of wolves, thousands of warriors in the camp, what's to be afraid of? Cheer up! ”

Who can keep calm in this situation?

Thousands of fighters in the camp. Though the camp is protected by walls, who can guarantee that they will survive on the front lines?

“Archers!” Captain Ryan was losing control when he saw the situation. He immediately raised his sword and yelled and ordered. Five or six archers behind him immediately pulled the bow, and looked upstairs at the archer and turned his head, "Kill! ”

The cloud hawk can clearly feel the sound of the bowstring collapse. The target of the first wave of arrows is not a beast outside the camp, but a soldier who is fleeing the camp.

Whoa, whoa!

Several deserters screamed and fell with arrows.

The archer pulled the bow open again, and the Mori Cold arrow pointed at the people.

“This is what happens to deserters!” Captain Ryan hoarse in people's ears: “If the Black Flag camp is destroyed, do we have room? Without the black flag camp, would you still be able to survive in this wilderness? Pick up your weapons and live with the camp! ”

Under a tight arrow, one can only choose to remain silent.

The Eagle has a little respect for Captain Ryan.

This is a very courageous and powerful warrior.

Captain Ryan's right. If the Black Flag camp falls, can we find shelter? I don't like it here, but it's not time to leave!

If you become a wilderness picker again, you might as well die!

The cloud hawk held on to the short sword in his hand, and he decided to hold on to the camp!

Captain Ryan's tactics were powerful, the chaos was contained, and he dispersed all available regular fighters, because Ryan knew what the crowd was, and the formal camp demonstrated not only a balance of combat power, but also, and most importantly, a supervisory role in the fight.

The wolves are getting closer.

The night was filled with tremendous lengths, even the ground was shaking slightly, bloodthirsty and crazy with the wind, as if a layer of haze covered people's hearts.

“They're coming! ”

“Shoot! ”

“Shoot! ”

The wolves are splitting up.

A few agile pioneers first.

The cloud eagle immediately heard the rare and desolate gunfire, and with the arrow tiptoe roaring over his head, several painful howls were immediately heard in the herd of beasts, it appeared that several rotten wolves had been hit.

Attacks of this magnitude cannot be deterred in the slightest, and the taste of the blood and pain of their companions can further stimulate these violent creatures.

The wolves grows louder and louder.

This war is about to break out!

Captain Ryan commanded, "Take turns shooting, don't stop, Rotten Wolves don't have wings, they're blocking them outside the fence! ”

Aren't hawks a bunch of beasts? It's gonna be okay! It's gonna be okay!

The camp has walls, the camp master is like a cloud, the camp also has... the cloud hawk doesn't even come to give it enough air, a shocking cry rings in his ear!

“Look! Heaven!”

“What's that in the sky! ”

The moonlight seemed to be covered by clouds. When the cloudhawk's consciousness looked up, his pupils shrunk sharply. No, not clouds, but dense numbness creatures!

The quantity is huge and fast enough!

The cloud eagle saw only one scarlet eye flashing in the night sky, barely discerning from the outline is a giant monster like a bat. When the waves of wolf formation have not yet struck the camp, these monsters dive down like a giant wave in the darkness that cannot be prevented, slapping on the camp with a thunderbolt and a heavy slap in the hearts!

“Danger! Down! ”

I don't know who shouted that sentence, but it's purely superfluous crap, and when people encounter it, they almost all fall in reflexes.

The cloudhawk felt a storm passing over his head and the world was full of wingspanking sounds.

“Ahhh! ”

A soldier looking upstairs pulled out and threw it halfway through the sky. During the fall, a dozen or twenty black lightning shadows swept past the body at incredible speeds, tearing a part apart each time they were swept over.

The fragility of the human body is like a piece of paper, in a very short time of five or six seconds, the sky has been torn more than a dozen times, as if it were a flock and scattered.

Awesome screaming, splashing meat, eventually pounding.

This man fell not far in front of the eagle, and as soon as the eagle saw him clearly, he immediately felt a chill and fear emanating from his heart.

Most of the flesh is gone, one rib is clearly visible in front of the chest, the guts are almost emptied, and the face is torn apart, long gone.

Probably everything happened too fast.

Even if it turns out like this, this unlucky camp warrior is not completely dead, grunting from his throat, shivering his hands and feet struggling, as if he wanted to climb up.

A few seconds ago, he was still a living person, and it was incredible how instantaneous he became.

Too bad!

Now there are big bats hovering over the camp, each with more than one metre and five wings, paws like eagles, sharp teeth like razors, screaming and screaming inside and outside the camp, so many people have been attacked.

It's a bloodthirsty creature who likes rotting meat!

Large swarms of rotten wolves breathe into them, but the two mutant creatures do not fight directly, but develop some kind of tacit understanding of a common attack.

The cloudhawk had just stood up before taking two steps, and a big bat dived down, with a sharp claw and a quick sweep, the cloudhawk felt the danger approaching and hurriedly fell again.

The big bat rubbed his shoulder past him.

It's like a bloody rain around, sometimes a piece of visceral debris or a piece of skin falling next to it. The warriors who had been responsible for shooting at the lookout tower against the wolves were instantly defeated, all tragically killed by the raids of the great bats.

It's over!

The cloud hawk is in despair.

With these mutant bats under air repression and harassment, the camp simply cannot remotely target the wolves with bows or guns, and these hundreds of powerful rots will be a devastating blow once they rush into the camp!

What should we do?

What should we do?

The cloudhawk looked at the shadows of the sky dancing and finally felt the small power of the individual. Don't say it's him in this situation. What can even a sly fox and a mad dog do?