Chapter 181: Blazing journey (5)

Barge only met the biggest and most fierce one. Here, only he had the glory of beheading this hawk. The deer-headed monster with a height of nearly four meters hung a gray robe, symbolizing the priest's scepter. On its chest, it exhaled a rotten stench of roar. The claws of its forelegs were the only ones on the scene that could tear apart the body of the fangs. Before it discovered that the Ouk Warlord was staring at it, it had been torn. Ten kids.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Barr only used War Roar as a signal for the challenge, and the other party immediately responded with hiss.
The two highest-level commanders approached each other, and the surrounding fangs were scattered to make way for their leader, and the entire ground trembled under the footsteps of heavy metal boots.
Cato, the incarnation of the deer's envoy, took the lead and waved his claws across Bark's chest, tearing apart a portion of the metal on the armor, and then when the opponent counterattacked his head with his warhammer , Cato immediately dodges backwards.
However, a kick hit Cato’s knee, forcing him to fall to the left, and Barge only used the elbow to attack the opponent’s left shoulder, crushing a whole bone with a heavy blow, but after a while, the opponent again He hit him with a knee in the back.
The two masters separated from each other and glared firmly at each other. Around them, except for occasional sporadic gunshots or hitting sounds, the other Oks stopped fighting, and countless scarlet eyes turned to these two opponents, looking forward to the battle renewed. At first, as for the other deer-headed messengers, they were already driven back to the interior of the church, or pushed back by the moving steel wall.
"I am Barr only! I am bigger! I am stronger!!"
Barr only roared and waved the warhammer to make another impact, but the opponent avoided a blow that was enough to break the steel with a flexible flash, and then ran to his right.
Cato screamed and swooped in. The unrelenting Barr barely straightened his waist and clamped the opponent's neck with the iron arm of his right arm, but he didn't expect that there was an Oak grenade in the opponent's hand.
boom!
The explosion combined with Cato's impulse, causing Barge and his opponent to both fall out of place. They rolled in the air and locked tightly together.
After landing, Cato tried to bite Barge’s neck through the damaged part of the helmet. The carrionous odor directly hit Barge’s face. He immediately hit a large piece of canine teeth with his fist.
The two wrestled while fighting, falling from a five or six meter high ladder to the open plaza below, breaking the hard stone pillars. Although the Ouk warlords suffered most of the impact, Cato also crushed the chest by the other party. His head hit the hard ground, his blood and flesh blurred.
Cato quickly climbed up and straightened up, and Barge only picked up his weapon again. The other party muttered words that he couldn't understand, and jumped up again, striking with a deadly cold claw. Xiang Bal only looked, but he did not choose to dodge backwards, but rounded the arm holding the hammer with force.
"come!!!!!"
Just at the moment Cato's claws were about to pierce Barr's eyes, a huge force took him from the air, his body was completely torn from the waist, and blood mixed with the organs spilled around.
The terrifying impact drove Cato's lower body into the fire, while his upper body was hung on a burning dry tree nearby, and the dirty intestines dragged all the way to the ground, just like the dirty one by the well Hemp rope, Cato struggled to lift the deer head for the last time, but saw the background of the collapsing church and Ouke gradually away.
"Wendigo is on..."
The last breath, his body quickly decayed, and soon there was only a pile of fur and bones.
A few hours after the launch of the Oklah attack and the light of the mountain fire had stained the entire night sky, more Wendigos were surprised to find that they were attacked, and it was an unprecedented large-scale attack.
The towns in the relatively backward position quickly mobilized. Among them, more serious confusion was unavoidable. Some people wanted to resist the end, some wanted to retreat, and some even made more fires and looting. The chaos, the guards are so busy, the priests are at a loss, they don't know why things are going to this point.
Only a day ago, the news everyone got was still safe. Ok could not break through the fog, how could it suddenly become this look?
Many skeptical eyes turned to the de facto heart of the Church of Wendigos, the town of Anthem.
But at this time, there was silence like a pool of water, the street was quietly empty, and the streetlights and residents' windows were black, as if all the people in the town disappeared overnight.
Hannibal, the high priest who should have stood up to give orders, was nowhere to be seen, and the priests could not find him, nor could he communicate with him, but there were another group of people who traced his trail. Towards Lark Peak, the holy place of the Wendigo Church.
"I knew what he wanted to do."
Parker walked at the front of the team, surrounded by a large number of blood worshippers in red robes who were marching at the foot of Bailing Peak.
Maybe other people don’t know where Hannibal went~EbookFREE.me~ But all this can’t hide Parker’s eyes, he knows that Hannibal took the box of fear and brought it to this place, and he wanted Take that thing as his dedication to join the blood worship.
Wendigo?
Who cares about a weak god, he will only worship the really powerful force.
"and many more!"
Suddenly, a figure flashed through the bushes not far in front, and Parker suddenly became alert. He pulled out his rune sword and led a group of cultists to quickly chase it.
After chasing the ghostly figure to a cave on the mountainside, the other party suddenly stopped, like a puppet who lost traction.
Parker approached slowly, shining the light of the illuminating lamp on the body of the man. He noticed that his prey was facing the cave, and he could see the robe style he wore more clearly. It was a priest under Hannibal. .
"Stop!"
He sternly ordered the figure, and then quickly glanced behind him to ensure that the blood worshipers were still covering him.
Judging from his back, he judged that the figure was a male, a filthy prickly bug, his shaggy hair like weeds, and a foul smell suggesting how long he had not taken a bath, but that kind of rumor The rancid smell also reminded Parker.
"This seems to be a rabbi..."
One of Parker's confidants seemed to recognize this person, but he suddenly froze.
Parker noticed his anomaly and turned to ask:
"and then?"
"But... I remember him."
The man shook his head and seemed to want to prove that he was still awake.
"talk!"
"He... he has been dead for half a year, and his brother..."
Parker felt a chill pass through his bones.