Godly System: From Fire to God

Chapter 120 The strength of crushing

During the contact between the two armies, many werewolf warriors also took the time to attack the feathered warriors in the spear formation with their weapons.

But the results were minimal, and many Feathermen fighters didn't even feel that they were being attacked.

Blood Fang's heart became heavier and heavier.

Although the number of his own soldiers is obviously more than the opponent's, if he consumes such a few times again, then he will not be far away from being destroyed by the group.

"Little ones, disperse quickly! Put away the melee weapons in your hands, and switch to bow and arrow to fire in salvo!"

Bloodfang immediately changed his combat strategy and shouted loudly.

The werewolf warriors put their weapons behind their waists, took off their bows and arrows from their backs, and bent their bows and arrows at the feathered people in the sky.

Yes, werewolf warriors carry bows and arrows with them.

Although their arrows are definitely not as good as the elves, the power of the rounds of salvos should not be underestimated.

While they were preparing, Lilian also directed the feathered warriors back into the air, ready for the next round of sprint.

And Elder Chiba also picked up his long spear and returned to the Featherman phalanx in the chaos.

"Feather people! Charge!"

Lilian did not blame Elder Akabane, but gave the order to charge again.

"Little ones, aim to hit me hard!"

Blood Fang also took down a big bow from behind, the string pulled the full moon, and the sharp sword pointed at Lillian in the square.

He also judged that the girl who shouted the password was the commander of the other party.

Both sides act simultaneously.

The bows and arrows flew towards the Feathermen warriors like dense locusts, and the Feathermen were not afraid at all. With their fleshly bodies, they broke through the arrow rain and crushed the werewolves on the ground.

Puff puff!

The same muffled sound sounded, and the feathered people once again harvested the lives of a group of werewolves.

And those arrows shot on them all fell from the sky with a rustling rustling.

After the two waves of confrontation, a trace of despair surged in Xuefang's heart.

Originally, these flightless races have a natural disadvantage in the face of feathered people, and can only be effectively attacked by long-range weapons.

But the armor on their bodies was so powerful that it was abnormal.

It's like playing a game and encountering a hanging ratio.

There is no room for any action at all.

After the two waves of confrontation, Bloodfang looked around at the surrounding battlefield.

There were originally a huge army of more than 3,000 people, but now there are only about 1,000 people left.

Looking at the corpses of werewolf warriors lying on the ground in the past, the feathered people wished that not even a single one was injured.

This situation is simply a shameful and unimaginable humiliation.

Whether in the plains or in the woodlands, the united and outnumbered werewolf warriors have never failed so miserably.

Even if you fight the king of the orcs, the lion or the tiger people, you will not fail to such a miserable level.

However, this situation that people never thought of, actually appeared in front of Xuefang.

At this moment, Xueya felt a sense of confusion in his heart.

Did the feathered clan live in seclusion in the mountains because they were too invincible?

Otherwise, with their strength, they would have dominated the wild land long ago!

The other werewolves were also beaten up, holding the bows and arrows in their hands and looking at the bodies of their brothers on the ground around them, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Little ones! Withdraw!"

Blood Fang knew that he would lose this battle, and he simply gave the order to retreat.