Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 344: Fierce Fighting 1

The old patriarch stood at the village gate, watching the wolf riders go farther and farther away until their figures disappeared on the horizon, his heart filled with pride and expectation.

Because he knew that the Wolf Riders would write their own glorious chapter in the days to come.

This is a kind of expectation.

"Huh." The old patriarch let out a breath, looked at Yifeng unhappily and said, "Why did you write such a long oath? It almost made me forget the words."

"Patriarch, it was you who said that the writing should be inspiring, magnificent, passionate, and..."

"Stop, stop, stop." The old patriarch interrupted Yifeng and said after thinking for a while, "The wolf riders will go first, and the reserve team must also set out to camp in the underground palace camp. While hunting, they will provide logistical support for the wolf riders."

"We have to put this matter on hold for a while. We'll make arrangements after the boys come out of retreat."

Currently, the fourth-grade warriors in the Forgotten Township still lack spiritual weapons to absorb spirits, so their combat power has not reached its peak.

"That's all we can do. You decide on the arrangements. I'll go to the forge and take a look."

Yifeng looked at the old patriarch walking towards the corridor and felt speechless. Why did he feel that he was getting busier and busier? It seemed that he had to continue to delegate power in order to live a leisurely life.

Time is like a glass of wine, the more you drink, the less there is; blood and sweat are like barreled water, the more you squeeze it, the more it surges up, until it is completely squeezed out, and the empty bottle bounces back with considerable force.

In the mountains covered with lush tree canopies, a life-and-death battle is burning like a raging fire.

More than a thousand wolf knights, dressed in tough leather armor, are like ghosts in the forest. Together with their mounts, the mighty war wolves, they form an indestructible line of defense.

They held strong bows in their hands, carried quivers full of arrows on their backs, and had sharp swords hanging around their waists, ready to face the coming storm.

Their opponents were thousands of ghost wolf beasts, which shuttled through the woods like a surging tide in the darkness.

"Roar" the howl of the ghost wolf beast echoed in the humid air.

Their eyes flashed with greed and cruelty, and their claws and fangs reflected a cold light in the sparse sunlight.

"Shoot!" The word "shoot" sounded like a battle horn, and the wolf knights quickly deployed their formation.

The knights in the front row pulled their bows to their full strength, and arrows streaked across the sky like meteors, heading straight for the vital points of the ghost wolf beast.

Under the rain of arrows, the ghost wolf beasts howled and roared one after another, but they did not retreat despite bleeding. Instead, they charged forward even more frantically.

When the ghost wolf beast broke through the rain of arrows and rushed in front of the wolf knight, the knights in the back row quickly drew out their swords and fought together with their mounts.

The war wolves used their sharp teeth and strong limbs to engage in fierce hand-to-hand combat with the ghost wolf beasts, causing black blood to spurt out.

The wolf riders rely on their superb swordsmanship, striving to make every swing accurate and deadly.

Amid the flashing of swords and the shadow of sabers, the howling of wolves and the roaring of beasts interweave into a tragic war song.

The leather armor of the wolf riders was under tremendous pressure in battle, but they always maintained the advantage in battle by relying on their flexible skills and tacit cooperation.

Under the command of the knights, the war wolves also skillfully coordinated their attacks, using their sharp teeth and claws to inflict severe damage on the ghost wolf beasts.

As the battle progressed, the number of ghost wolf beasts gradually decreased and their offensive began to weaken.

The wolf knights fought more and more bravely, with unyielding fire burning in their eyes and their blades stained with the blood of their enemies.

The wolf riders shouted "Kill" and formed small teams to divide and encircle the ghost wolf riders.

"Roar" roared continuously. It had to be said that even when the Ghost Wolf Beast was being suppressed and beaten, it was still extremely ferocious and showed no fear at all.

However, the generation gap in strength prevents them from crossing the line between life and death.

When the last ghost wolf fell under the wolf rider's sword, the forest returned to its former tranquility, leaving only traces of the battle and the victor's gasps.

Although the wolf riders were tired, there was a gleam of victory in their eyes.

They knew that victory in this battle was not only their personal glory, but also the protection of their homeland and mountains and rivers.

In the days to come, they will continue to protect this land and fight all threats to the end.

And today's battle will be remembered forever in their hearts.

This was a battle of rebound, as the wolf riders continued to ambush the ghost beast groups.

The commander of the ghost beast army reacted and sent out thousands of elite ghost wolf beasts and nearly a thousand ghost birds to chase and kill them.

At first, Yihuo wanted to lead the wolf riders to escape from the ghost wolf army, but they were bitten tightly and could only find a favorable terrain to fight them, which led to this scene.

However, this was a battle on the ground. Ten miles away in the air, an aerial duel was taking place.

Hundreds of dark golden eagles, like ghosts in the night sky, soar in the boundless blue sky.

Their opponents are thousands of strange-looking and extremely ferocious ghost birds.

These creatures have twisted wings and terrifying faces. They tumble in the air and make shrill screams.

The battle ignited in an instant, and hundreds of black eagles shuttled through the flock of ghost birds with amazing speed and agility.

They wield their sharp claws and pointed beaks, and every attack is like a thunderbolt, trying to tear through the enemy's defenses.

The ghost birds, with their overwhelming numerical advantage, tried to surround and devour the black eagle. Their sharp claws and beaks were like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping lives.

Flames bloomed in the air. It was the magic cast by the eagles. The hot rockets hit the ghost birds like meteors, piercing through them, exploding them, and the flames rose and burned them to ashes.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the flapping of the eagle's wings created strong air currents, making the ghost bird's flight bumpy.

Sharp claws collided in the air, sparks flew with every collision, and feathers flew in the fierce battle, falling like snowflakes.

The black blood of the ghost birds was spilled, and their wailing echoed in the air. One by one, the ghost birds fell under the attack of the black eagle.

Their bodies exploded in mid-air, turning into balls of flesh and blood.

However, the black eagles were not unscathed. Some of them unfortunately had their souls torn apart in the fight with the ghost birds. Their bodies shattered in the air and turned into dark red flames.

But this is not the end. The souls of the black eagles quickly reorganized in the air, and the dark red flames condensed into shape again. They flapped their wings and flew high again, throwing themselves into the battle.

This is the life-saving innate skill of the fourth-grade Eagle Guard, rebirth from the ashes.

The Eagle Guards' never-ending spirit made the Ghost Bird feel unprecedented fear.

The battle lasted for a long time, and the sky was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Under the tenacious resistance of the black eagles, the number of ghost birds decreased sharply and their offensive was completely disintegrated.

The situation of the battle was reversed, perhaps because the ghost birds were frightened by the Eagle Guards' invincibility, or perhaps because they were not brave enough and fearless enough.