"For the Lord of 500 Worlds! The sacred wild wolves will show their sharp claws and reveal their fangs, killing their opponents with their strong posture and hunting instinct that kills with one blow. !"
"They are like warriors of the moon, lurking in the darkness. They are like the children of the forest, protected by the forest. They are like greatness and fearlessness. They are the wolves of the forest~~~~ "
When Vox tore apart the second-level angel holding a heavy sword opposite him with the tearing claw of the battle group's artifact, he heard someone next to him chanting in a melody and extremely high mood, which made people feel numb. if.
Why is this guy here?
The face of Vox under the wolf-headed helmet darkened, and his tough metal face showed a hint of helplessness, because the visitor was one of the few heterogeneous groups in the Achilles warrior group, known as Chanting Poems (Shit) The human stormtroopers chapter.
They are a group of Achilles warriors who love to sing in the divisions of the Legion, and are led by Tilikli, a bard with extremely powerful melee strength.
Because the title of bard was not powerful and domineering enough, and coupled with the influence of the huge library of 500 worlds, the name of the battle group was finally determined to be the Wind Rangers, because in their view, the wind is their vigorous and poetic style. The body shape, and rangers are often filled with a certain romantic style, which is very similar to their lifestyle habits of loving to sing and praise.
"I didn't expect that the person responsible for the outside of this mountain forest with me would be your Wind Rangers...Come here...uh, "sing"?"
Vox was like a giant standing upright. He polished his sharp tearing claws like a wolf. While looking at the pale golden blood dripping from the tearing claws, he looked at someone squatting on the tree trunk, wearing dark green Achilles power armor, with his head The figure wearing a hood and cloak, with several medals of honor hanging on his chest, and a notebook recording poetry hanging on his waist said.
Tilikli, the leader of the Storm Ranger Chapter who was named by Vox, jumped down from the big tree, pulled out a one-handed long sword from his waist, held a beautiful sword flower, and then inserted it back with a swish. into the scabbard.
"Old friend, what you say really makes me sad. I have already thought about how to sing poems to praise you brave and agile wild wolves, but now it seems that you don't seem to appreciate it."
Tili Klee took off his helmet with both hands, and his pale white metal face showed a hint of grievance, as if Walkers' words really hurt his heart.
What a hypocritical guy.
snort!
Vox couldn't help snorting. He didn't think this so-called poetry was of any use to warriors like them who lived among wolves. After he slowly rubbed off the blood on his tearing claws, he hung the tearing claws back on his back, stretched out his hands and moved his wrists and said to Tilikli.
"I hope you will not delay the actions of the great Golden Lord of Nothingness. The glory of 500 Worlds is on our backs!"
After hearing these words, Tilikli was not as aggrieved as before, but had a look on his face. His serious and handsome face showed a firm look, and he said with confidence.
"Don't worry, the Storm Ranger is the warrior who is best at contacting the wind. Our swords are like our poems. When we hear our poems, the swords have already crushed his soul. We kill the enemy without mercy. Without a trace!"
Wisps of light green wind elemental power entangled around the body of the Gale Ranger Chapter Leader. The thin sword hanging on the captain's waist and the power armor on his body also began to emerge one by one, symbolizing tearing, Cutting, acceleration and other runes derived from the wind element.
The name of the thin sword hanging on his waist is the Storm Thorn. Its piercing power is unparalleled. Even the strongest armor will be poked into a hornet's nest. This is the future of the Chapter Master of the Storm Rangers. An artifact passed down from generation to generation, because its raw material is made from the godhead of a wind-based god of faith.
Seeing Tilikli caressing the artifact hanging on his waist, Vox nodded lightly and said nothing. The fighting style of the Storm Rangers was indeed as seamless as their chapter leader said. Traces are a group of warriors who are best at harnessing the power of wind, and are also the warriors most suitable for fighting in complex complex environments such as grasslands, forests, and wilderness.
As for the heritage artifacts of the Storm Rangers Chapter, they still have them in the Timberwolves Chapter. The Tear Claw is no longer what it used to be. Now the Chapter Heritage Weapons held by every chapter leader are made of It is made from the God of Faith personally traded at the White Tower Alliance's Platinum Tower Think Tank. It is of extremely high quality and poses a great threat to life at level three and below.
The forest wolf war group originally used extremely powerful aggression and group-style attacks to defeat the angels here one after another. The roar of the wild wolves has spread to a small area in heaven. This war group is remembered by many angels. Because of their wolf-like fighting style and united wolf spirit.
When you are targeted by a wolf, there are at least five or six wolves snooping around you. Their giant axes and claws are already staring at any vital part of your body. When targeted by a wolf, all you have to do is make sure you have a whole corpse.
Many second-level angel warriors said this to their subordinates, their fear of the Timber Wolf Chapter clearly revealed in their eyes.
The forest wolf war group is also rare. Through the wolf attack tactics, it has killed several second-level epee angels, second-level judgment angels, second-level wisdom angels, etc. The battle groups are not afraid of death and work together as one. , fight to the death, this is the impression that many angels have on them.
It was just like this originally, but what was even more terrible was that when the Gale Rangers harnessed the power of the wind, they began to harass the angels at a higher speed and with fan-shaped free attacks, and cooperated with the wild wolves to encircle and suppress them. When attacking, the Angels truly fell into a comprehensive rout that occurred on a large scale and on multiple lines simultaneously.
According to the later evaluations of some angels about the Wind Rangers, in their opinion, these rangers are undoubtedly opponents with extremely high swordsmanship, and each of them has a strong affinity for the wind. They are like a group of human-shaped winds that come and go without a trace. The only flaw is that their control of poetry is not in place. Sometimes they even produce some weird songs that don't rhyme. They hum while waving weapons, which is more like a pervert than an elegant one. Errant poet.
"If I were once again faced with a Storm Ranger whose singing was out of tune and whose words were extremely inappropriate, comparable to mental pollution, then I would rather point the sharp blade in my hand at myself."
This is in this position . The words of an angel warrior who survived being defeated by the Gale Rangers.
An important reason why he survived was that when he was about to try to commit suicide by singing songs that were out of tune, mismatched in language, and almost mentally polluting, he was stopped by the other party.
Hey hey hey, you, yes, it's you, don't be so stubborn, listen to me finish singing~~~~
(End of this chapter)