Overgod Ascension

Under the moonlight, several pairs of green eyes in the distance flickered like ghostly fire.

Combined with the sound of howling wolves, it is enough to make one's hair stand on end.

"Warg?"

Wu Ming looked at the giant wolf gradually revealing its figure under the moonlight, with a solemn look on his face, and tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand.

What appeared in front of him was a giant wolf half a man tall! The hair all over the body is shiny and the body is huge, like a half-grown foal.

The hard claws, sharp fangs, and thick hair all describe the terror of these killing machines.

"It's normal to have wild wolves nearby, but instead of going to the battlefield, they came to find me..."

Wu Ming felt sad for his bad luck: "Come on!"

He held the sword in both hands, the broken tip of the sword pointed at the ground, and opened diagonally in an arc.

"Woooo..."

The three wargs whimpered and began to circle around Wu Ming. Apparently they found that their prey was not easy to deal with.

They growl in demonstration and growl to intimidate, hoping that the prey will run away out of fear, and then they can follow behind, using pressure and wolf tactics to consume the prey's physical strength and minimize the risk.

But at this time, Wu Ming didn't give them this chance at all.

On the contrary, he stood ready, his eyes as warm as water, as if he could see through everything.

"Ouch!"

The confrontation lasted for an unknown amount of time. Suddenly, accompanied by wolf howls that sounded almost simultaneously, three wargs rushed from different directions and launched attacks in perfect coordination.

"It's now!"

Wu Ming dragged his long sword and suddenly turned around. The iron sword drew a graceful arc in mid-air and struck the neck of a warg.

puff!

There was no rust on the iron sword, and it had obviously been polished before going into battle. Even though the blade was chipped, it was still very sharp. It penetrated the warg's neck with difficulty, cutting through the tough and thick fur, and was clamped by the steel-like bones. .

Blood surges!

Two strong winds came from behind, carrying the smell of beasts. It was obvious that Wu Ming took the most effort-saving and prepared posture, and the only advantage he could get was to kill a wolf first.

The more dangerous the situation, the more calmly he draws his sword, turns around, and moves horizontally! The whole person moved backward to relieve his strength.

boom!

A huge impact force came, causing Wu Ming to step back repeatedly, feeling as if the iron sword in his hand had fallen into the iron pincers.

He twisted his wrist, and the back of his hand seemed to brush against a rough and warm tongue, and kicked it out again.

Peng!

A soft touch came, as if he had kicked a piece of thick leather. Wu Ming took advantage of this force and quickly took a few steps back, repositioning himself, breathing slightly heavy, staring at the warg in front of him.

One of the wargs was bleeding from the neck and had fallen to the ground, while the other one was also grinning, and a line of blood could be faintly seen passing by the wolf's kiss.

The last warg licked its fangs, which were a little bloody.

Wu Ming looked at his arm holding the sword, and saw that his clothes were torn, and a shallow wound appeared on it - if he hadn't reacted quickly enough, one of his arms might have been left behind.

"Without the support of supernatural forces such as internal strength and true energy, this kind of fighting and hunting technique only relies on the word "quick"! Three moves and two moves will determine the outcome of life and death. There is no possibility of fighting for three days and three nights. …”

Wu Ming adjusted his breathing, flipped the sword blade, and pointed it at the remaining two wargs.

If the individual's strength is not extraordinary, the knight must take three horses with him when he goes on an expedition, one for his own riding, and one for backup. The last one is specially used to carry his own armor.

When it was time to go into battle, he needed help from his attendants to put on the armor. He would be exhausted within twenty minutes of fighting.

The same is true in nature.

William's body, which had not been exercised much, would be completely unable to hold up under such a highly stressful mental environment, with a full blow and at most a few sword blows, and he would be slaughtered.

But Wu Ming seized the opportunity and eliminated a warg with just one sword strike.

The way of life and death lies in this moment!

"Ouch!"

The confrontation between man and wolf lasted for who knows how long.

Finally, the two wargs roared, and seemed to realize that they had no chance to capture the prey, so they slowly backed away.

Wu Ming kept holding the sword until the green light disappeared from the darkness, then he breathed a sigh of relief and half sat on the ground, feeling very happy in his heart.

"Fortunately, there are only three wolves alone, otherwise...if we meet a pack of wolves..."

With his current strength, it would be very difficult to deal with three wargs. If he encounters a pack of wolves, he doesn't need to think about it to know that the possibility of turning into a pile of white skeletons is very high.

When the time comes, his original plan of sending him into this universe at a huge cost will all come to nothing.

And this attack also reminded Wu Ming.

"I am no longer the angel I was before... I'd better find a safe place first and wait until daytime before rushing on!"

…

The next day, Wu Ming got up early and walked through the dew. Finally, at dusk, he saw the outline of the small town of Niah.

The princes of Fengying Plain chose a battlefield very close to their home.

Otherwise, thousands of people would have to go on an expedition, which would be a catastrophe in terms of travel and logistics alone.

The small town of Nia is built on the edge of a small river, surrounded by a low wooden wall and several archery towers. Archers can be seen watching from above.

The news of Baron Terry's defeat came early, plunging the entire town into an atmosphere of uneasiness.

Wu Ming looked at the town gate and did not enter directly. Instead, he lurked aside silently and waited for another day.

It wasn't until he saw a few familiar faces entering the town with panic-stricken expressions, and they didn't seem to be being treated harshly, that he swaggered to the gate of the town.

"Who? Huh?"

The patrolling soldier looked at Wu Ming, and a sincere smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Isn't this little William? I heard that you were stabbed by someone on the battlefield, and poor Aunt Luo Ya even cried for you. !”

"That spear didn't hit me, it was just that I fainted from fright... Anyway, thank you for your greetings, Ryan!"

Wu Ming flipped through his memory, found the name of the patrol guard with freckles on his face, and smiled.

"Soldier!!!"

At this moment, from behind the town, a loud shout came, making Wu Ming's eardrums buzz, and Ryan straightened his chest out of reflex: "Sir!"

"Go back to your post!"

A middle-aged man slowly walked out from behind the door and looked Wu Ming up and down.

He has golden curly hair and eyes as blue as the sea. The stubble on his face has not been shaved clean, and he has a rough look. He looks like a golden lion. He also wears a half-length leather armor and feet. The leather boots on his clothes were polished to a bright shine, and he wore a rapier with a guard on his waist.

"Good day, Principal Lorian!"

Wu Ming's body instinctively stirred, causing him to narrow his eyes slightly.

In my memory, this man was Baron Terry's martial arts instructor, and he had also taken over the training of their militia. He was very meticulous. William was whipped several times by him for being late, and he still vividly remembered it. .

"William, are you back?"

Rorian put his hands behind his back and moved like a restless army: "I have heard other people say about you. You are not a deserter and you have not been captured. That's good! You have lived up to my expectations!"

As if it was an illusion, Wu Ming seemed to see a hint of approval in his eyes.

"Of course... some things are not something we can decide now. Come with me... There are people in the city lord's palace who want to see you and hear more news..."

Luo Lian walked directly in front. Wu Ming had no choice but to follow and asked tentatively: "Is the Baron... back?"

"According to old Pete, no!"

A hint of unknown meaning appeared in the corner of Rorian's mouth: "The Baron was very brave and rushed to the front... so he was wounded and captured!"

Wu Ming suddenly had the impression of Baron Terry.

Regardless of whether the baron, who was so thin and even had a sickly pale face at all times, was brave or not, but because of his armor inlaid with gold and silver, no matter who the opponent was, they would know that this was a very valuable prisoner. Won't let him get hurt.

"Instructor...what will happen to Fengying Plain after this time?"

Wu Ming couldn't help but ask.

Rorian turned back and looked at William strangely.

If it were him before, he would not ask this question.

"Probably...it's still the same as before!"

After half a day, Rorian could not give a definite answer and could only guess: "According to the sacred covenant, nobles cannot be exterminated. Therefore, after our lord pays the price and swears allegiance to Viscount Garcia, he should be able to do so." Being released back... Of course, you may have to cede some territory and even send a few hostages... but so what?"

The implication is that the hostages and territory are not theirs.

But Wu Ming secretly rolled his eyes: 'If the ransom is too high, the baron will definitely increase taxes when he comes back, and none of the people under his rule will be able to escape...'

Of course, there is no need to say this at this point.

Baron Terry's family was originally supposed to live in the castle.

As a symbol of rule, the baron's castle should be built in a place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and the walls should be piled with thick bricks and stones, enough to withstand the attack of thousands of troops.

However, under the current conditions, although such a castle is safe, it is cold and damp. Baron Terry, who loves luxury and pleasure, still likes to live in Niah Town with his family.

At this time, as Wu Ming and Trian walked to the mansion, they were surprised to find carriages being nervously prepared. The grandmother and the maid carefully held the fox fur coats and dresses, looking busy.

Obviously, at this time, the Baroness had felt the unease in the town and decided to move back to the castle.