80 Chapter 3: Chasing in the Dark

After Sherry said "Don't move forward", he didn't say anything else, just stood there quietly. It's easy to say that one person can fight against thousands of troops, but it's hard to do it in reality.

Sherry did this just because he had the confidence. First of all, it's impossible for these vampires to kill him now; secondly, positive energy is too restrained for this race. How could a race that can be burned to ashes by the sun scare Sherry?

Victor was still waiting for the other party to answer, but who knew that the other party would just stand still. Because of the other party's extraordinary appearance, Victor still tentatively shouted: "We are here just to hunt down escaped slaves, and it has nothing to do with you. I hope you can make way for us, and our race will reward you handsomely."

This "handsome reward" made Sherry's heart twitch, and he almost agreed. Finally, he remembered the serious consequences they would cause in the past, so he held back and didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Victor had no good solution, but as the person who developed the blood clan to its peak, he was not a person who looked back and forth and was indecisive. After the communication failed, he raised his hand and waved forward. All the cavalry immediately laid their weapons horizontally and began to charge.

Sherry controlled the flames to burn more violently, waved his hand hard at the opposite side, and the flames expanded wildly, sweeping towards these cavalry. Surprisingly, even if burned by fire, the opponent's array was still orderly. It seems that this cavalry is also the most elite part of the blood clan!

Soon, the wall of fire was rushed over by the opponent. Victor shot at Sherry with a gun, but it was directly stabbed in the air. Leading all the cavalry to rush through the wall of fire, they found that their side was fine and the opponent had disappeared. And the wall of fire gradually extinguished after everyone rushed over. This made Victor wonder if the opponent was a person like an illusionist, and he couldn't help but look down on him.

After chasing the werewolves for a distance again, Victor saw the mysterious figure from before, quietly floating in the air, "Don't go forward!" This time, the warning in the words was very strong, but Victor didn't take it to heart, and had no intention of stopping, leading the cavalry to rush through it.

This time, it was not as harmless as the last time. Sherry directly condensed into two positive energy light beams and plowed towards the square formation of the blood clan cavalry.

"Ah!" "Ah!" The screams were endless. Because of a layer of armor, no blood clan was directly killed, but any place where the blood clan and the light beam were connected was directly vaporized by the sacred positive energy.

Seeing this, Victor was furious. He led the remaining cavalry, drew a big circle on the plain, turned around, and rushed towards Sherry instead. When approaching Sherry, he waved his hand, and the five cavalry jumped directly onto the horse's back, and then jumped up directly.

The height of this jump is absolutely impossible for humans to reach. They jumped directly to Sherry's side, and the pistols in their hands stabbed out almost at the same time. If Sherry was a flesh and blood body, this would definitely stab him into a skewer.

"Bang!" With a low sound, Sherry's body exploded into a ball of positive energy light rain under this stab, hitting the blood knights.

"Ah!" This time the distance to Sherry was too close, and the positive energy almost poured into their faces.

"Bang!" "Bang!" The sound of five lumps of rotten meat fell directly, but a silver light appeared in the air and swirled, and Sherry's figure condensed again. Looking coldly at the angry cavalrymen under his feet, "Don't move forward!"

At this time, Victor was silent. This enemy who couldn't be killed and could fly was really tricky. Victor tried to negotiate with this mysterious man again, but the other party kept saying, "Don't move forward!" Apart from that, there was no other words.

But if he just left like this, Victor would be unwilling to do so. After discovering that his daughter was not dead, he naturally wanted to take his daughter back. As long as he could find a way to abort the evil child in her belly, he would not have to accept the burning at the stake.

Sherry didn't care about Victor's entanglement. As time passed, he could clearly feel that the world's rejection of him was gradually turning into a welcoming attitude. The two sides just stared at each other in this wilderness for several hours.

After three hours, Sherry clearly felt that the world's last bit of rejection of him disappeared. Without saying a word, he disappeared in front of the blood clan cavalry.

At this time, the world's rejection disappeared, which meant that even if the blood clan chased them, they could not cause a devastating blow to the werewolves. Then Sherry naturally let them go. If he didn't let them go to kill them, how could the two tribes become mortal enemies and how would the plot develop?

The blood clan soldiers tentatively walked past the position where Sherry had just stood, and nothing happened. So Victor gave an order, and many knights accelerated to chase in the direction where the werewolves fled.

Sherry's current strength is at a stage that is difficult to define. Speaking of destructive power, he is comparable to a six-ring mage. But in terms of the diversity of means, he is not even as good as a second-level mage.

Don't think that the spirit of the magic network is proficient in all spells. This is an illusion, just like "I look very handsome" and "Is she/he interested in me?"

The God of the Magic Web will master all spells except the legendary ones. This ability is not only possessed by the God of the Magic Web, but also by every god. In the final analysis, the first nine levels of spells are superficial applications of the rules, and the gods can master them in a very short time. Legendary spells are different. Legendary spells can hurt the gods and are a deep application of the rules. Even gods need to go through a long period of learning.

Sherry is not a God of the Magic Web now, but at most a Spirit of the Magic Web. Because of his relationship with the Magic Web, he can easily use the energy in these Magic Webs, but that's it! Other effects such as teleportation, curse, and foresight require him to learn slowly, at most faster than others.

He quickly caught up with the werewolves. After running at full speed for nearly three hours, the werewolves were very close to the mountain, and there was about an hour's journey. The blood clan might catch up with them at the foot of the mountain. It seems that the battle between the two sides will start soon!

Lucian carried the coffin while running at the front of the team, and his appearance was so cool. The moon is very bright tonight, and the werewolves are all night-vision species, so they have no difficulty running.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Lucian's roar came from the front of the team, and everyone's pace quickened again.

The reason why Sherry chose to hang out with the werewolves for a while was because he had a feeling. That is, the fetus in Sonja's belly is very critical. Sherry is also very curious about what kind of changes this hybrid who originally had no chance to be born will bring to the world.

I remember that hybrids seem to be very powerful, such as Ivy Cowen and Mike Cowen. The latter is the father of the former. To describe the combat power of these two in one sentence, that is, one beats ten. What's more amazing is that they have the advantages of both races, but they have no weaknesses of both races. Whether it is sunlight or pure silver, they have lost their restraint on hybrids. Although these two guys didn't seem to be doing well in the end.

As Sherry expected, Victor caught up with Lucian and his party at the foot of the mountain. Victor saw the coffin on Lucien's shoulder from a distance. Through the subtle induction between blood, he knew that his daughter must be inside.

After looking at the distance from the foot of the mountain, Lucian handed the coffin on his shoulder to the people around him, and then turned around and rushed towards the cavalry.

Other stronger werewolves made the same move, even though they estimated that it might be difficult for them to come back if they went. At this time, for the continuation of the race, someone had to stand up regardless of his life.

Victor watched all this coldly. The hero of the other side was my enemy. The performance of the wolf tribe would only make Victor determined to eliminate the werewolf tribe.

The two sides soon collided with each other and fought fiercely. Lucian turned into a giant werewolf while running and rushed directly towards Victor. And Victor also left his warhorse directly, drew a sword and slashed at Lucian.

Both were the best of their respective races, and they fought dozens of rounds in a short time. The other werewolves adopted a strategy of mutual destruction, trading injuries for injuries and dragging the large group of blood clans to the spot.

Soon, each werewolf was covered with wounds and blood was all over the ground. A shorter werewolf was careless about the wound on his leg, and the vampire behind him took the opportunity to cut off his head. The remaining werewolves gradually died one by one under the siege of the blood clan warriors. But fortunately, after such a pause, the large group of werewolves had already rushed into the mountains.

"Ah!" Lucian waved Victor away with one claw, howled to the sky, and sent out a signal to retreat. The werewolves heard it, fought and retreated, and rushed to the nearby forest.

A total of more than 300 werewolves turned back to fight, but only less than ten came back. The rest were almost all injured, with broken arms and legs. There was a gap of more than ten centimeters on Lucian's head, which turned outward like a bloody mouth, and his left hand was twisted into a strange posture, obviously broken.

Many werewolves have rushed into the mountains. Whether it is the winding path or the overgrown grass and trees, it is destined that it is impossible to ride horses here.

Victor's face was livid, and he shouted in a low voice: "Dismount!" All the blood clan soldiers dismounted at the order, leaving some people to take care of the war horses on the spot. All the rest, led by Victor, rushed into the dark forest.

Sherry sighed lightly, it seems that the crisis of the werewolves this time has passed. (To be continued)