Du Lin smiled, he seems to be particularly related to animals, the big catfish in the underground dark river in the Qingzhou sinkhole, the little six sons who lost the battle for the throne of the monkey king in Nepal, this time they happened to meet a legendary steppenwolf species, and these three animals have drunk Durin's blood, the first two are not only absolutely loyal to Durin, but also become smarter and humane, I don't know what this little wolf breed will do to Durin?

Early the next morning, Kurg, who had risen early to make the morning prayer, asked Bandil and Dawut to help the expedition make breakfast, while he himself came to Doolin.

"What about the Steppenwolf species?"

"Well, I just woke up. Durin gestured to the little thing that was bending down and stretching his legs.

"Why did I sleep and change my spirit so much, I couldn't tell that I was an eliminated cub at all. ”

"Maybe his father has lost his eyes, right?" Du Lin thought to himself, "I drank several mouthfuls of Lao Tzu's blood, if my health is not good, wouldn't it be a waste of Lao Tzu's blood?"

"Look, I've never seen Steppenwolf this closely, this is a rare opportunity, I need to take a good look. After saying that, he squatted on the ground and carefully observed the small thing.

The little wolf species seemed to be bored with the sight, and suddenly jumped up on the spot, and with one paw it swung out, scratching Kurg's face.

Kurg groaned in pain, covered his face and took a few steps back, and in an instant blood flowed from between his fingers.

Durin was very angry, went up and slapped the little wolf with a scoop, pinched the back of its neck and lifted it up, and ordered: "Go, lick my wounds!"

The little wolf gave Durin an aggrieved look and stuck out his tongue with a reluctant face, and Durin held it up in front of Kurg, who was a little frightened and ducked back.

"It's okay, you don't have to hide, just stand still. ”

The little wolf species stuck out his tongue and licked the three bloody wounds on Kurg's face a few times, and Durin looked at it, as if it was no longer bleeding, so he took the little wolf seed away and threw it to the ground.

Kurg touched it and found that it really didn't bleed anymore, and the wound that was still very painful just now was only itchy and comfortable.

"Mr. Du, can it understand your words?" Compared with the hemostatic effect of the saliva of the little wolf species, Kurg was even more surprised that the little wolf species was so well-behaved, you know, in this wasteland, the wolf species is the existence of the king, the king naturally has the pride of the king, over the years he has heard that someone has tamed the wild wolf, but no one has tamed the waste wolf species for thousands of years!

"Maybe because I saved it last night, I'm grateful. ”

"That's amazing, Mr. Du, are you an animal trainer?"

"Coincidence, it should just be a coincidence. Du Lin waved his hand, he suddenly remembered the group of spirit beast sect disciples who were arranged by him to the hometown of the Hundred Ghost Gate, they are the masters of beast taming, but I don't know how they are now, when this matter is over, should he bring Ji Ruoming and the second sister to visit them.

After breakfast, the group embarked on the journey up the mountain again, because the previous day was delayed and did not arrive at Camp No. 2 last night, Yu Kunlun decided to speed up today, crossed Camp No. 2, and rushed directly to Camp No. 3.

Camp 3 is not far from its destination, which means that tomorrow it may encounter the Ancient Beast Prayer for the Moon.

For the origin of praying for the moon, after Yu Kunlun failed last time, he came back to check a lot of information, and found that this strange beast was basically nowhere to be found in ancient books, but in a Tang Dynasty annotated version of the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", only a few words were mentioned, but there was only one name of "praying for the moon" on the book, in addition, it was only mentioned that it had a long tongue, and what other characteristics and origin were not mentioned.

The third day was a smooth trip, the weather was good, the wind was not strong, and there were a few more strong yaks in the team, so the team traveled quickly and arrived at camp 3 in the evening.

The environment of Camp 3 is much worse than the first two camps, because the steeper the mountain goes, the more difficult it is to find a place to camp, this Camp 3 is just a very narrow mountain valley, only a dozen meters long, seven or eight meters wide, barely able to support a few tents, and the field of vision is also very narrow, if there is really a wolf pack or other beast attack, there is basically no depth of defense, and the wolves can sweep the entire camp with a charge.

However, as Uncle Konyz said on the first night when he was still alive, there is no shortage of food for the wolves this season, and it is not very likely that they will attack humans.

If it's just one night, the encounter with wolves is just a small chance event.

It's a pity that ideals are always beautiful, but reality always likes to joke with people, according to Murphy's Law: "If there is a chance that things will go bad, no matter how small the likelihood is, it will happen!"

In the middle of the night, Durin smelled something unusual.

He immediately ran to the heights, and sure enough, under the eastern slope of the valley, out of sight in the camp, a pack of steppenwolves, flashing with a large green eye, was ready to attack.

Durin did not dare to fire a warning shot, for fear that while alerting the expedition members, it would also alarm the wolves and make them attack in advance.

He hurriedly ran back to the camp, woke up the people inside from tent to tent, whispered to them that there were wolves on the other side of the hillside, and hurried to prepare guns. Then he poured some alcohol into the bonfire, filled it with a few handfuls of firewood, and made the bonfire burn more vigorously, after all, wolves in general are afraid of fire.

Durin didn't notice that the little wolf who had been sleeping next to the campfire moved his ears and opened his eyes......

Yu Kunlun and the others took the guns in their hands, lying on the hillside, carefully observing the wolves below, they did not have Durin's night vision eyes, and could only estimate the size of the wolves by the number of green eyes.

"It's not going to be easy," said Kurg, who had the most experience in the mountains in the group after Uncle Könyz's death, "there are quite a few wolves in this pack, and they should be on a divided mission now, and they will attack soon." ”

"Then strike first!"

Yu Kunlun pulled the bolt of the gun with a "Kala", and the others also loaded the bullets together, in the silent mountains, this "Kara" sound was almost earth-shattering, and dozens of pairs of green eyes below turned to this side in unison.

"Fight!" Yu Kunlun gave an order, seven or eight guns spewed flames one after another, and several unlucky wild wolves screamed a few times and fell down one after another. When the wolf saw that a sneak attack was impossible, he let out a howl, as if he had sounded the horn of attack, and the whole pack of wolves responded to the sound and rushed towards the people who were firing on the hillside.

Only two of the expedition were the two Dragonguards who were good at using guns and knew how to control the pace of their shots so that they could swap magazines and maintain constant fire.

Others will just blindly pull the trigger, and change the magazine when it is empty, and there will be a gap in the firepower for a while.