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Basan ran wildly, branches and reeds scratching his wrists, calves, and ankles, and blood seeping out.

His face was still covered with mud, as if he had fallen, and his chin was scratched, but he did not care about the injuries he had received, and he ran forward in a panic and bewildered.

"Whew-" Suddenly, there was a long wolf howl behind him.

Bassan's heart trembled, and he stumbled and fell to the ground again, the pain could not hide the fear in his heart, he struggled to get up on his hands and feet, and ran forward in fear as he looked back in fear, as if he had been chased by something terrible.

"Why? Why is there such a monster?...... Oh, my God...... It must be a demon......"

Basan, a savage young man in his twenties, had finished a day of hunting, caught a fat pheasant, and returned to the tribe to feast with his people when the nightmare began.

The wolf howls around made the tribesmen instantly confused, listening to the continuous howls, I am afraid that there are at least thirty or forty wolves.

The most fearful thing about surviving in the jungle is encountering wolves, they are cunning, tenacious, and patient, and will bring the whole tribe into a state of collapse little by little.

If a tribe suffers a wolf plague, they are usually not far from destruction.

Fortunately, Basang was a large tribe, numbering more than 200 people, and they took up arms at the order of the chief, and protected the women and children in the middle, and formed a circle with thatched tents.

However, when the giant wolf rushed out, Basang was completely frightened.

The wolf's body was large, and its thick paws swooped on the ground, crushing the dry yellow leaves, it was the most terrifying dire wolf in the forest, and Basang knew the power of this giant wolf.

But what he couldn't figure out was why there was a person with a big knife and a mask on the back of such a terrible dire wolf.

"Is that really human?" For a moment Basang thought they must have summoned the demons of Hell.

The tall human figure riding on the wolf's back also had a height of more than two meters, and the combination of the two made the entire tribe lose momentum for a while with the strong sense of oppression brought by the body.

And he was still carrying a wide and long broadsword in his hand, Basang had never seen such a weapon, nearly a meter long, and his whole body was glowing with a slight cold light, and he shuddered when he looked at it.

In contrast, Basang felt that the stone spear in his hand was a child's toy.

However, the nightmare was not over, and one by one, the knights who straddled the backs of the giant dire wolf leaped out of the forest, each carrying a thick long knife in their hands, and they were not wearing masks, revealing a normal human face.

Basan, who saw the human face clearly, thought to himself: It turns out that it is not a demon, it is a human being like us.

But is it really the same? How could they have a way to drive the terrible wolf to their own use, and this strange weapon that they had never seen before?

"Surrender, if you surrender, I will not kill you. A man on the back of a giant wolf and wearing a wolf armor mask spoke up, his words a little casual and relaxed, as if he were a flock of sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Apparently his tone angered the patriarch, perhaps to preserve his majesty, or simply frightened by the horrible wolf riders, the tribal Nom rushed forward with a roar of several cronies.

"Brush—" Basan saw how sharp the long, wide weapon was, and Nome rushed forward and stabbed the masked man on the wolf's back with the stone spear in his hand.

The man took a moment to make up his hand, and unhurriedly waved the shiny creature in his hand, and the sharp blade cut the wooden handle of the stone spear like a vein of a leaf, and slashed heavily into Noam's neck without pause.

"Poof-" Blood splashed into the sky like a fountain of blood, and the wolf cavalry staring behind the man seemed to receive a signal, and a series of lightning-like gray shadows rushed into the encirclement network formed by the tribe.

And then in a split second the defense collapsed.

Basang never thought that he would be able to resist the combination of these two terrifying monsters, he didn't know what he had encountered, and he even forgot what the man said "surrender and you won't kill you"

He could only run wildly, driven by the fear in his heart, leaving behind his tribe, leaving everything behind, and fleeing for his life into the distance.

The giant wolf leaped over the crowd, its claws and fangs being the most formidable weapons, not to mention the more lethal warriors on its body.

The rest of the tribe made the same choice as Basan, and in an instant they scattered like frightened headless flies.

Basang was finally caught, and the wolf howls that sounded from time to time behind him were already overwhelmed, so when he ran for dozens of meters, he finally remembered what the wolf rider man said when he faced the two barbarians with wooden spears who appeared in front of him.

"I surrender - don't kill me - I surrender - " Basan, who repeated these words repeatedly, knelt on the ground, pressed his forehead tightly to the ground, and the two opposite sides did not speak, one held him down, the other stepped forward and tied his hands with ropes, and then the two escorted him left and right, and slowly walked towards the camp from which he came.

Thor rode on the back of the dire wolf, holding a thick, long ring-headed knife in his hand, and he gently removed the wolf armor helmet from his head, surveying his surroundings.

The remaining blood stains on the blade slid to the ground one by one, and the bloody gas caused the giant wolf under his crotch to twitch his nose and stretch out his hot tongue to lick a few times from time to time.

"Noam," said Blacktooth, who rode slowly to Thor on a black dire wolf, and looked at the crowd around a thatched tent, and whispered in a rough voice:

"There's a servant army in ambush on the periphery, but some have to run away, I'm really unwilling, it would be nice if I could catch them all-"

Thor smiled, shook the blood droplets on the tip of the knife, and said softly: "It's not a good thing to have too many people, you have to balance it, anyway, there are wild people in the forest, why are you in a hurry?"

Since all fifty warriors mastered the madness, Thor began to lead people to sweep the surrounding savage tribes, with the help of the dire wolf, and the surge in combat power after the madness, these savage tribes could not resist at all, like a devastating Thor, at once swallowed up many small tribes.

When the dwarves basically made some of the farming tools for each family, they began to refine weapons for the army, and when Paladin asked Thor what weapons the warriors should use, Thor first thought of the ring-headed knife in his previous life.

The dwarves were proficient in the craft of forging and quenching, and the ring-headed knife was made by repeatedly folding and forging and quenching, and the long, straight-edged knife was very lethal.

In order to cooperate with the tall barbarian warriors, Thor instructed the dwarves to make the knives as long and thick as possible, so that the final products in their hands were almost all about one meter five, wide and thick, and the weight was not the slightest difficulty for the barbarian warriors.

So the ensuing sweep became completely a sweep of a pack of chickens and dogs, and it didn't even take a frenzy to crush the enemy, and since these savages often met closely, they broke up in a mess.

After all, there were only fifty wolf cavalry, and it was too difficult to capture them, so Thor recruited a group of well-behaved servants from among the slaves, counting them as servants, probably more than two hundred people. And the population of the entire tribe at this time reached almost two thousand.