Tanya Was Caught

Chapter 22

Elton’s POV

Outside the White Wolf Clan, there was a dense crowd, and the Black Wolf Pack all wore black armor and held silver scimitars.

I hadn't even left the pack gate when I heard Carlos mockingly, "Brande, where's Elton? Don't dare to come out to see me?

I looked at Carlo's arrogance, and I disdainfully said loudly, "You are looking for me? I am just coming."

I am wearing a gold silk soft armor and a tiger head shawl. My tall and muscular figure perfectly complements this set of armor. Brande was wearing silver hard armor, a wolf-headed shawl, and the meter-long machete in his hand made people look frightened.

I turned around and nodded to Brande, only to see Brande yawned and said provocatively: "Hey, who did I think this was? I haven't beaten you enough last time? Are you here again?"

Carlos shrank back, his face pale with fear as he looked upon the battlefield. I could see the uncertainty in his eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust at his cowardly demeanor.

I let out a sharp laugh, the sound echoing across the battlefield. It was a cold, cruel sound, one that sent shivers down the spines of my enemies. Raising my long sword high, I commanded the warriors on our side to attack.

In an instant, the battlefield erupted into chaos. The clash of swords and shields filled the air, along with the sounds of shouting, crying, and the occasional death scream. It was a scene of pure carnage, with blood and bodies littering the ground.

I moved with deadly precision, my long sword cutting through Cheng Chen Chen's sword light like it was nothing. My movements were swift and fluid, my blade finding its mark every time. Each strike was accompanied by a spray of blood, and the screams of my enemies were music to my ears.

The fighting was intense, with neither side showing any sign of backing down. But slowly, surely, our forces began to gain the upper hand. Our warriors pressed forward, their determination unwavering even in the face of overwhelming odds.

As I fought, I could feel the blood pumping through my veins. There was nothing else in the world but the battle before me. The only thing that mattered was victory, and I would stop at nothing to achieve it.

The long sword in my hand is like a scythe in the hands of the god of death, taking away the lives of several people with each swing.

Brande beside me was not to be outdone, he cut down the black wolf with a machete several meters long.

Before the warriors of the Black Wolf Pack could react, their heads had already been cut off.

Strangeness. I casually chopped off the head of another Black Moon Pack warrior!

But I always feel that something is wrong. Their suicide attack makes me a little confused.

Although we have had our fair share of conflicts, the Black Moon's method of fighting has always been to fight as hard as you can without dying.

It was a strange and confusing sight - the enemy forces seemed to be throwing themselves at us without any regard for their own safety.

I swung my sword with ease, taking down another Black Moon Pack warrior without breaking a sweat. But even as I fought, a sense of unease gnawed at me. Something about their attack didn't seem right.

The Black Moon Pack had always been fierce fighters, never afraid to risk their lives in battle.

But time there was no sign, and even the opponent's strength was feeble, as if he was delaying time?

And then, suddenly, the drums of the Black Moon Pack sounded. It was a signal to withdraw troops.

What was their plan? Why had they attacked so recklessly, only to retreat just as quickly?

A large number of Black Moon Pack backed away.

Brande, whose face was covered in blood, excitedly said, "Are we still chasing? It was so fun to kill."

"The black wolf pack is really getting weaker and weaker! Hahahaha it seems that I haven't enjoyed it yet", Brande's eyes are still full of fighting spirit.

I thought for a moment and pressed Brande, who wanted to continue charging, ordering to withdraw the troops first.

"Something unusual, I'm afraid there are pitfalls!"

Brande murmured dissatisfiedly: "Is there any trap, are you too cautious?"

Although a little dissatisfied, he has always followed my command unconditionally, so he had to order the clan to withdraw first.

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Tanya’s POV

As I listened to the sound of fighting outside, my heart began to tremble with fear. It was a sound that was all too familiar to me, and it brought back memories of battles past.

I silently pray for them in my heart.

I closed my eyes and bowed my head in front of the werewolf god, praying for their protection and safety. I knew that my men are all strong, and I knew that only through fighting could they become stronger, but that didn't make it any easier to bear.

The sound of clashing swords and battle cries filled the air, and I felt a sense of helplessness wash over me. But still, I prayed on, hoping that my words would reach my warriors and give them the strength to keep fighting.

In times like these, all I could do was trust in their abilities and pray for their safety. And so, I continued to bow my head and offer up silent prayers to the werewolf god, hoping that my pleas would be heard and answered.

Today's aromatherapy is a bit strange?

I can't describe the feeling, but now I can't care about these details, I can only sincerely pray for them.

However, slowly I felt something was wrong, my body began to feel weak, and I really wanted to lie down.

I began to realize that something was wrong, but it was too late. Before I lost consciousness, I vaguely saw a figure laughing triumphantly...

It was like a nightmare, dreaming that I was put in a sack, sneaked out, and brought to Carlos.

Suddenly a basin of water hit me, which woke me up suddenly.

I opened my eyes in a daze, and saw Carlos' disgusting face. I suddenly became refreshed and realized that this was not a dream!