"Damn! where are these brutes from!"

An angry roar with a hint of horror came down the wind, waking up the thief who was about to fall asleep in an instant.

With a pop, Ji Thief sat up directly.

It's Ah Liang's voice, has something dangerous happened to him?

Ji Thief frowned and thought, he looked to the side, and saw that on the left and right, there were also people who heard the sound and sat up.

"Warrior-sama..."

A clansman shouted softly.

But before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a long wolf howl.

"Damn! It's a wolf! Aryan met a wolf!"

As he spoke, the thief arched up from the ground.

Tushan also took his weapon in a panic: "Warrior, what should I do?"

"What else do you ask, go and support Ah Liang. As he shouted, the thief spread his legs and ran forward.

Behind him, those clansmen were still chasing, and many clansmen even asked loudly: "Lord Warrior, do you want to light a fire!"

"Order!" the thief hurriedly shouted.

A burst of walking, disturbing all the small animals in the grass and running out.

I followed the place where Ah Liang had just heard the voice, and it didn't take long for him to come to the cut.

When they finally stopped, they saw Ah Liang standing with more than a dozen clansmen, and across from them, there were seven or eight wild wolves wandering back and forth.

The beasts were looking at Ah Liang with greedy eyes, their eyes flashing with a desire for food.

Ji Thief was stunned, did these bastards treat Ah Liang and them as food?

Damn, there are more of them than these wolves.

"Ah Liang, don't be afraid, I'm coming!" the thief shouted.

Ah Liang, who heard the voice, turned around, and when he saw Ji Thief and the others, he couldn't help but show a happy look on his face, and beckoned vigorously: "Lord Warrior!"

The thief led the people to run to him quickly, only to find that Ah Liang and their feet were stacked with a lot of small prey, which seemed to have a lot of gains, but there were two clansmen with thigh injuries covered by Ah Liang and them.

Ji Thief looked at it and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ah Liang looked at the seven or eight wild wolves on the opposite side angrily, and opened his mouth to scold: "We were hunting well just now, and we didn't know that such beasts jumped out of that place, and they hurt our two clansmen as soon as they came up! ”

The clansmen saw the blood, and Ah Liang, who was still a little afraid of the wolves in the eastern mountains at first, was only angry at this time, gritting his teeth and saying to the thief with hatred.

Ji Thief had a gloomy face: "I don't need you to say it, I can't spare these beasts." ”

As he spoke, the thief waved his hand, and under the leadership of Tushan, the rest of the clansmen immediately spared the torches in one hand and the wooden spear in the other, and surrounded the seven or eight wild wolves in the circle.

At first, these beasts were not afraid of Tushan's movements at all, but when they saw Tushan and the others holding a torch, they immediately panicked.

It's in the nature of living beings to be afraid of fire.

Powerful as a blade-toothed tiger, when he first saw the bonfire, he was also frightened far away.

Later, every time he ate, he had to run away alone, never half a step away from the campfire.

Even the saber-toothed tigers are like this, let alone these wild wolves.

"Do it!"

The thief shouted.

Tushan quickly pounced forward, relying on his strength, dancing with an iron spear in one hand, and smashed it against a wolf.

His rude action made the thief feel distressed.

my iron spear isn't the big brother you want to use as a knife.

With a bang, the iron spear smashed directly on the head of a wolf, and the strange thing is that according to the speed of Tushan, this wolf could have dodged, who would have thought that it did not move in place, and was stunned to eat Tushan's blow.

At this scene, I was stunned by the thief, and said in my heart, Could it be that this wolf pack is also an iron-headed baby? Because they have not had an opponent in the east of a large mountain range for a long time, they have become conceited?

The idea had just arisen, and after a few moments, there was an answer.

The wolf carried the blow hard, not because it was too conceited, but because it was creating an opportunity for its partner to attack.

When a spear fell and Tushan couldn't retract his strength, the two wild wolves on the left and right jumped up directly and pounced on Tushan, attacking the throat and thigh.

"!" Seeing that Tushan was about to suffer, the thief couldn't help but scold.

"Be careful, Tushan!" As soon as the reminder came out, Tushan reacted, and the torch he was holding in his left hand swept forward quickly, and the torch slammed into the mouth of the wolf that pounced on his throat.

Poof, sparks splashing.

A few clumps of burning pine resin spread out in all directions.

The wild wolf that pounced on the earth mountain was also smashed to the ground, and opened its mouth and howled.

The cries of their companions made the beasts hesitate a little, and they stopped where they were, not daring to continue forward, but cautiously staring at the Homo erectus in front of them.

"Don't give these brutes time to react, dirt mountain, kill them. The thief shouted.

Tushan agreed, leading the rest of the clan to progress step by step.

The seven or eight wolves kept retreating.

In fact, the combat effectiveness of the wild wolves is far more than that, they are not afraid of death, they know how to cooperate, and they know how to exchange the smallest sacrifice for the greatest success, no matter what, more than forty primitive people will definitely not be able to trap them.

However, there is only one thing.

The torches in their hands became the key decisive factor.

If there were no torches, these wild wolves would be able to easily break through even if they were not able to defeat them.

But they were afraid, afraid that it would easily burn their fur and leave a torch of severe pain on their bodies.

Tushan and the others took a step closer, and these wild wolves took a step back, and slowly, these beasts were forced into one place.

The clansmen couldn't help but be happy, it seems that these wolves are not as terrifying as the legend says.

With the torches alone, these brutes didn't dare to come up.

In fact, everyone is completely wrong to think so, looking at the entire large mountain range, how many tribes can use fire?

No, there is only one Frost Valley tribe, and even if it is the Frost Valley tribe, before the thief came, the use of fire was limited to the upper echelons above the elders.

It can be said that without fire, the primitives had a great advantage over the beasts.

Otherwise, there would not have been two tribes that once lived in the eastern part of the mountain range to let the wolves be wiped out.

"Wow!"

Everyone approached step by step with torches, and the wolves had no way to retreat, and they all barked with their tails between their legs.

Swish!

There was a sound of brushing, and more than a dozen clansmen in the inner circle pointed at the seven or eight wild wolves with the wooden spears in their hands.

The rest of the matter hardly takes much effort, just go forward and let the wooden spear stab these beasts to death.

In the past, when everyone hunted wild boars, they used this method.

As long as the animals are trapped individually, then they will not be able to escape, and the only way to wait for them is to die or be captured alive.

No one thinks that these wild wolves can run out, they are ferocious, but they are more or less beasts.

Thinking like this, the crowd took another step forward.

However, just when everyone was already winning, a sudden change occurred.

The wolves that were squeezed together suddenly became agitated for some reason, and the outermost wolves attacked desperately.

In the face of the sharp wooden spear, and the flaming, threatening torch, these beasts seemed to be crazy, and slammed their bodies desperately forward, even if their bodies were pierced by the wooden spear, their claws would shoot out at the Frost Valley people in front of them, and launch their attacks.

For a moment, all the clansmen were shocked, and even when they faced the suicidal attack of these wild wolves, they forgot to move.

Several wild wolves were already hanging from their wooden spears, and blood was dripping on the grass.

Such a tragic scene did not give everyone a moment to react, and the remaining two or three wild wolves suddenly moved, they were short, seized the opportunity that their companions desperately fought for themselves, and swished through the legs of everyone.

The wolf's pinprick-like fur brushed its calves, and all the clansmen howled in fright.

In an instant, the chaos was changed.

The thief on the periphery looked at all this, and just wanted to sigh that the two wild wolves were the predators who had evolved the word unity to the fullest, when suddenly, a trace of danger rose in his heart.