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So he replied without thinking, "No." ”

Winmer was a little disappointed, crouching on the disc and not daring to move.

That hidden gaze always swept over her inadvertently, making her tremble.

The fat man looked down solemnly, and the blue-faced long-bearded horses had begun to panic, which meant that the hunters were about to attack.

If it was the hunter who locked them up, then it would be their turn when the blue-faced bearded horses were finished.

"Xiao Momo, when those blue-faced long-bearded horses are attacked later, you take the opportunity to probe the strength of the hunters. The fat man's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

Wen Mo listened to his voice and nodded, indicating that he understood.

At this moment, suddenly, the grass on the ground burst open, and a behemoth pounced on the blue-faced long-bearded horse.

Not just one, instantly, another appear!

One more appearance!

With the appearance of these behemoths, the dirt on the ground splashed, obscuring the vision.

Wen Mo sensitively felt the gaze locked on him, and did not come out, but hid in the dark.

"Don't be tempted! it's a coyote!" the fat man frowned, feeling a little tricky.

Coyotes are social animals, and there are at least ten of them in a pack. And now there are only three, which means that there are at least seven more in ambush.

Coyotes are born as middle second order, and although it is difficult to rise, the leader of the wolf pack is definitely a middle third order, or even higher.

The middle class of spirit beasts is equivalent to the mage class. And because of various factors such as the external defense of the spirit beast, even if the spirit beast is of the middle class, it is much more powerful than the average mage class human.

Coyotes are also social in packs, and according to the least calculations, they are now equivalent to two to ten, and the odds of winning are very small.

It is now certain that it is the leader of the coyotes, that is, spirit beasts of at least the middle third order, who are hiding and locking them in secret.

The fat man was a little glad that he didn't let Wen Mo test him in the end, otherwise so many coyotes, if the behavior of himself and others was regarded as a provocation, the two of them would definitely die.

"What now?" said Winsmer in a low voice.

Those blue-faced long-bearded horses were no match for these coyotes, and after a few blows, they were defeated, and after a few hoarse babbles, they fell to the ground, never to wake up again.

Blood flowed all over the ground, the green grass was stained red, and several attacking coyotes seemed to notice Warmer's gaze and turned their heads to look at her.

The coyote's eyes are black and white, and the cold gaze makes their eyes appear more dark, the corners of their mouths are dripping with blood, and the dark brown fur is condensed into a handful.

Winmer watched as they stuck out their tongues and licked the blood from their mouths, the barbs on their tongues were very distinct.

She shuddered and found that the fat man seemed to be struggling inside, "Senior brother fat man?"

The fat man's face wrinkled into a bun, "These coyotes are very intelligent, and since their leader didn't attack, it means that we may still be useful." ”

"Does that mean we can't escape?" Wimmer felt a great crisis.

"Xiao Momo, are you kidding? There are so many wolves, how can we escape? But if we make any move, it is estimated that they will not show mercy. The fat man shook his head, his eyes a little complicated.

He actually has a way to escape, anyway, he is also a disciple of the head of the sect, how can he not have something to save his life.

But the problem is that this life-saving thing can only save one person's life, and if he escapes, what will Winmer do?

Until the last moment, the fat man really didn't want to leave Wenmo behind.

At this time, several coyotes appeared in the grass, one with a blue-faced long-bearded horse in its mouth, as if waiting for orders.

They stood neatly on either side, their eyes staring at the grass in front of them.

I saw the grass slowly part, and out of it came a brownish-red coyote.

The rest of the coyotes were only as tall as Wimmer's neck, but this head wolf was already taller than Wimmer, about 1.7 meters.

The head wolf looks like a horse, and its fur reflects red light in the sun.

Its eyes are full of emotion, and the momentum on its body is not strong, but just standing there, you can feel its strength.

The rest of the coyotes bowed their heads respectfully, their front paws pressed down slightly.

There is some truth in the fat man's statement, and this head wolf really thinks that they are still useful, and can even be said to have a request for them.

But the wolf doesn't speak, and there is a love in his human eyes, and there is some anxiety in his eyes.

"Is there anything you need our help with?" the fat man hesitated, but as a male, he spoke boldly.

"Ahh

"I don't understand ......," Winmer said, not knowing the language at all.

The head wolf slashed twice in place, and the anxiety in his eyes became even heavier. It shook its head, motioning for Win and Mo to follow.

Winmer looked at the fat man, "What should I do?"

"Xiao Momo, what else can I do now? The fat man hung his head and rubbed his thumb on the knuckle of his index finger.

The coyotes around them were watching them fiercely, and they had no choice but to keep up with the wolf.

Surrounded among coyotes, it is like the stars and the moon.

The first wolf didn't release any momentum, but the other wolves couldn't restrain it, and the momentum of the nine wolves surrounded Wen Mo and the two, making them almost unable to breathe.

"Whew~" A wolf howl broke the silence in the distance.

"What's going on?" Winmer had an ominous premonition.

The fat man shook his head solemnly, "I don't know." ”

As soon as the wolf howl fell, the momentum of the head wolf suddenly burst out, and it turned its head sharply, looking at Wen Mo and the two with murderous eyes.

"It's a middle third order, and it's about to break through to a higher first order. Wen Mo was pressed by the momentum, and there was a smell of blood donation in his mouth.

The fat man was also injured internally, clutching his chest, and his expression suddenly became ugly, "It seems that the wolf's lair was discovered by someone else." "And it's probably also hurt the cubs of the head wolf.

Most spirit beasts attach great importance to their cubs, and before the cubs grow up, if they are hurt by others, they will definitely fight hard.

"Whew~" The head wolf was restless and roared back in that direction.

Then he jumped violently, and a golden light shot at Wen Mo and the fat man, with a fierce murderous aura.

"Damn!" the fat man's pupils contracted violently, and with a smack of his thumb on his index finger, a shield-like thing appeared on his body, and his figure began to blur.

Wen Mo only had time to dodge the golden light before he saw the fat man disappear in front of him, and faintly saw the shape of his mouth: I'm sorry.