A werewolf slowly paced out of the shadow, like a ghost crawling out of the underworld abyss.

The dirty body he bent was wrapped around his worn clothes, and the bloody and broken armor added a bit of the desolation and tragedy of doomsday.

He squinted his eyes carefully and stared at the mountain-stacked head at the crack. A look of extreme fear appeared on his pitiful dirty face.

It seems like a fear of the unknown, a sense of powerlessness of fate, and a deep awe of death.

The werewolf looked so embarrassed, as if he was being ruthlessly hunted by some terrible monster.

Even those green eyes were blinded.

One light was dim and spiritless, like an extinguished candlelight, and the other eye was left with a blood-solidified hole, as if telling endless pain and despair.

Brian, who was hiding in the dark, could even be seen from the injuries on the zodiac's eyes that the zodiac was obviously shot into the eye by a sharp arrow with a barb.

Then, the werewolf endured the severe pain and pulled the arrow out of his eye socket, so that even the entire eyeball was pulled out by the arrow's barb.

‘A very strange werewolf.’ Looking at the extremely embarrassed werewolf, Brian showed doubt.

He could clearly realize that the werewolf was not strong, and the challenge level was at most seven or eight.

However, it is unbelievable that it was such a seemingly weak zombie who was seriously injured and almost incapable of moving, and could pass through the dangerous and daunting spiral tower maze tunnel alone, and finally escape from the Taurus territory.

This is a bit unreasonable.

What made Brian even more confused was that the werewolf finally escaped from the maze tunnel of the Taurus territory. The first thing he thought about was not to continue to escape, but instead stopped and stood there, looking as if he was waiting for the Taurus to catch him up.

After realizing the weirdness of this werewolf, Brian hid in the dark again and did not choose to show up. He wanted to see what tricks this little guy was playing.

Soon, Brian noticed a commotion from the depths of the rift, which sounded obviously someone was chasing him out, and he also judged through the trembling footsteps that the tracker in the tunnel was definitely a Taurus.

Brian originally thought that this werewolf who escaped from the tunnel would panic and choose to escape after feeling the approaching pressure.

However, what surprised him was that not only did the zombie show no sign of escaping, but the green light flashing in the one-eyed eyes became stronger and stronger, and a hint of excitement quietly climbed onto his face.

His breathing became rapid and scorching, as if he had some inexplicable expectation for this sudden pursuit.

Seeing this situation, Brian's heart suddenly tightened, and an ominous premonition arose.

He vaguely realized that this werewolf was not an ordinary person, and there must be a deep meaning behind his behavior.

He used himself as bait, intending to lead the group of taurens out of the spiral tower, and his intentions were chilling.

After all, the spiral tower in the dark area is the place of sacrifice for the king of the horned demon Pafumi.

The people of the Tartar worshipped this demon lord in this deep maze tunnel for countless years, and naturally contained the divine power left by the King of the Horned Demons.

Because of this, it is undoubtedly an extremely difficult task to deal with the Taurus in the spiral tower.

If you are not careful, it may attract the attention of the horned demon king Bafumi, so that his incarnation can be instantly transmitted to the main material world and assist the people of the Taw-headed to deal with the enemy.

If these taurens could be drawn out from the spiral tower, the effect would be different.

This made Brian wonder what kind of tauren was the gnoll who was so determined to deal with.

Soon, under Brian's expectant gaze, the answer was revealed.

With a shocking sound of footsteps getting stronger and stronger, in just a moment, tall and burly figures gradually appeared in the deep tunnel.

These figures are as majestic as mountains. Every step you take seems to shake the earth and make the air around you tremble.

Brian looked at the tauren warriors who appeared in his sight with great interest.

Their bodies are burly and muscled, like warriors on ancient battlefields, exuding inviolable majesty.

There are eight taurens in total, six of which are the fourth-level tauren warriors. They hold heavy battle axes or long halberds, and their bodies exudes a heart-wrenching fighting spirit.

The remaining two taurens have entered the legendary realm, and their aura is even more unfathomable.

Through the weapons in the hands of these two taurens, Brian judged that their professions were Druids and Rangers.

The druid held a staff that emitted a faint light, and his body was wrapped with ancient vines, which was obviously integrated with nature. The ranger was carrying a longbow and the arrows were flashing with cold light. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if he could see through everything.

When the group of taurens who were rushing out of the tunnel saw the blind zombies, the two sides immediately became tense.

A strong smell of gunpowder was unconsciously permeated in the air, as if only a trace of Mars could trigger an earth-shaking battle.

Brian stood quietly aside, his eyes wandering back and forth between the two sides, and secretly pondering the upcoming showdown in his heart.

And when facing this group of burly taurens, this blind were not afraid at all, but instead had a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was full of pathological expectations for the upcoming battle.

Immediately afterwards, a loud howl of wolf pierced the sky, like a thunder thunder, trembling every inch of the air.

The people of the Tartar were shocked by this sudden change and were trying to find the source of the sound, but Brian, who had been hiding in the dark, keenly noticed something strange.

He noticed that there were ripples inexplicably in the air behind a tauren warrior, like the waves gently waving on the quiet lake.

At this moment, a werewolf covered with pitch-black hair seemed to tear a crack directly from the void, and suddenly appeared behind the Taurus warrior, silent and unpredictable.

"Aowoo!"

Accompanied by this terrifying wolf howl, the Taurus warrior's extremely shrill scream was followed.

The werewolf, shaking his mane as black as late as the night, with his gloves wearing metal claws with cold light, slashing down at the Taurus warrior without hesitation. His movements were so fast and his momentum were breathtaking.

This terrifying blow, accompanied by the sharpness of the metal claws and the power of the werewolf, instantly tore the metal armor of the Taurus warrior, leaving behind terrifying blood marks that could be seen deep and visible bones, which was shocking.

The air around seemed to have solidified, leaving only the heart-wrenching roar and wail, which intertwined into a extremely cruel visual and auditory feast.
Chapter completed!