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When the Big Bad Wolf, or rather Sharg, uttered those words, it was clear that this night would no longer be peaceful.
"Bring the Breaking Bow over here!" Terlino shouted to his subordinates.
Even though he had confirmed that Garen was not a Second-Stage Warrior, the power Garen had just displayed indicated that he was far from an ordinary level 8 warrior. Such an enemy could not be underestimated; otherwise, it would lead to significant losses for their three hundred-man team.
The Breaking Bow was a first-level military weapon, not as valuable as the Holy Silver Crossbow Bolt, but it was specifically designed to deal with warriors. The embedded magical crystals could unleash astonishing armor-piercing effects, making it an essential item in high-level combat. Moreover, the Breaking Bow brought by Terlino was a genuine military-grade piece that could also cause bleeding effects. Although Terlino had initially hesitated to use these weapons, with Garen and Sharg joining forces, he could no longer afford to hold back.
Just as Terlino finished speaking, a golden beam suddenly shot out!
A gasp erupted from the crowd outside the tavern. From their perspective, they saw the tavern's door swing open as a well-equipped warrior rushed out, only to collapse to the ground a moment later! Blood gushed from his back! Behind him stood Garen.
"Did you forget to consider me, your mentor, when you decided to make things difficult for my student?"
His low voice echoed as he firmly closed the tavern door with a "thud," causing the soldiers' hearts to sink.
The air inside the tavern was thick with the stench of blood. All of Edward's men had retreated, and the guards from Ekria were exhausted. In such a situation, instead of thinking about how to escape, Garen had actually closed off their exit?
And that masked man was now blocking the hole created by the Holy Silver Crossbow Bolt.
These two,
Could it be...
They intended to take on a three hundred-man team in a one-on-one fight?!
Such an absurd notion made the soldiers feel anything but amused; instead, they were engulfed by a chilling dread!
"Seeking death!" Skorando sneered. Having experienced war, his temperament was far beyond that of these soldiers, and he immediately issued multiple commands.
"Teams One, Three, Four, and Six, go eliminate the enemies at the entrance!"
"Team Five, deal with that masked guy! Team Two, keep firing; make sure to hold him down!"
"Terlino, take five men to handle that kid. Don't underestimate him; he's a Level Four warrior!"
"The rest of you, follow my lead!"
Skorando's command was very calm. In his view, the masked man's strength was not bad, but there was still a significant gap compared to Garen. Therefore, he used the main force to contain Garen while sending secondary forces to deal with Sharg. He himself moved between the two groups, knowing that in the face of absolute numbers, these two would surely reveal weaknesses! If nothing else, the replenishment of Fighting Spirit would also fall behind!
If they had chosen to flee at the beginning and then conducted ambushes in a guerrilla style, this group of soldiers might have truly fallen here. But now that they chose to fight head-on, it played right into Skorando's hands!
However, it didn't take long for Skorando to realize he was wrong.
He should not have underestimated that masked man!
Just as the twenty-man squad surrounded him, something unusual happened to his body...
The black threads of his clothing snapped one by one, exposing a broad and dark gray back from which grew stiff hairs like steel needles...
His physique continued to grow larger, quickly reaching twice the height of a man...
At the moment the mask fell away, a fierce and terrifying face emerged, with eerie green vertical pupils gazing indifferently at everyone...
He was a werewolf!
"It's over... it's all over..."
Oshuria sat on the ground, huddled in a corner with Lacreto, both bodies trembling in despair.
He never expected that Feast Night would turn into this…
Especially after witnessing the battle, Oshuria felt as if his heart had turned to ash. He had long known the strength of Garen and the Big Bad Wolf, but he could never have imagined that his absolute overestimation would turn out to be the most ridiculous underestimation… The moment these two joined forces, the tavern was destined to be drenched in blood!
Their eardrums burst from the roar of the werewolf, blood oozing from their ears…
Looking back, how laughable their meticulously planned scheme had been!
They had naively believed that by destroying the construction site in the Southern Suburbs, they could force Garen into a corner…
The phrase "a mayfly shaking a tree" probably summed it up perfectly!
Not only Oshuria and Lacreto, but even the crowd outside the tavern trembled deeply.
Half an hour ago, they had eagerly placed bets on who would emerge victorious that night, each offering their "well-reasoned" analysis.
They even tried to gauge the situation from the sounds coming from inside, but all they heard were screams—yes, terrified screams! Agonizing howls! It was as if they were trapped in hell, surrounded by pain and despair!
And there were deafening roars, like brutal beasts relentlessly crashing against the door!
Trembling!
Absolute trembling!
A shudder from the depths of their souls!
The memories of tonight would be deeply etched in everyone's hearts, becoming an everlasting nightmare that could never be shaken off!
Half an hour later.
The tavern's light flickered, casting shadows on the floor, walls, and even the remote corners, all drenched in shocking blood. Various dismembered bodies lay scattered everywhere.
"Devils... devils... you are devils... you are all devils..."
Skorando, covered in blood, curled up in a corner, his hands desperately clawing at the wall. Yet, even after breaking all ten of his nails, he could not dig out a hole to escape.
It was evident that this former battlefield veteran had lost his mind.
Garen walked over slowly, exhaustion evident in his eyes. Amid Skorando's frantic screams, he swung his Greatsword. With a sickening thud, a head flew off and rolled next to Terlino's corpse.
"Your killing intent is strong!" Sharg remarked as he finished off his own battle, returning to his normal form and casually draping a piece of cloth over himself. "This isn't like you!"
Garen shook his head. "Letting any one of them escape would bring more and stronger enemies."
"Is this your sense of justice?" Sharg teased, eyeing Garen's blood-soaked hands.
"Perhaps," Garen murmured.
Both Terlino and Skorando were evidently individuals of considerable status, likely backed by powerful forces. If any one of them managed to escape tonight, they could spread news of the killings to the big city.
At that point, more enemies would come.
In the eyes of various factions in the big city, small towns were always seen as lowly and insignificant. Therefore, if they truly arrived, it would spell disaster for Blackstone Town.
Of course, Garen did not think that far ahead.
There were many vicious cycles in the world—wars, revenge...
According to Garen's principle, it was to cut through this tedious, boring, and annoying cycle with a sword!
In many ways, Sharg was quite similar to Garen, which allowed him to quickly grasp what Garen meant. Sharg curled his lip and said nothing more, simply wondering why everything associated with this guy's sense of justice had to become so dull.
"Two more to go," Garen suddenly said.
"Yes, two of the biggest..." Sharg glanced toward the entrance and suddenly froze. "Uh... one has run away."
There, beside the tavern's entrance, a hole large enough for half a person had been smashed open by a hammer, and Lacreto was half-stuck inside, frantically trying to wriggle out...
Meanwhile, Oshuria was nowhere to be seen.
At that moment, a figure long forgotten in the corner stepped forward and struck Lacreto's left leg with a sharp sword!
"Ah!!" A wretched scream echoed from outside.
Dachi's movements were decisive; his eyes even sparkled with vengeful excitement as he fell from his wheelchair.
With both hands gripping the sword, he struck again and again at Lacreto's lower body...
Until death.
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