The dancing bonfires shone on people's cheeks, but they could not hide the sudden paleness.

Running around for more than ten days in a row, even Yang Shuang, who was lying down, was a little unbearable, not to mention the silver priest who was over the age of old and half of his body was in the ground.

The howls of wolves came one after another in the silence and darkness, and the mere sound of them could estimate no less than two hundred.

Three silver priests against two hundred enemies may kill each other to the point of collapse.

But wolves are beasts, not only ferocious and ruthless, but also unusually united.

Living in the steppes or the Gobi Desert, everyone knows that unless these animals are slaughtered, there will be constant troubles in the future.

The wolf holds a grudge and knows how to track it better!

"Untie it for me!" Yang Shuang roared again and again, he couldn't be in a hurry, if he waited for the wolves to rush up, he was tied in place and couldn't use his limbs, he would definitely become the most delicious food.

Three bad old men, what's so delicious about the bone sticks?

The silver priests glanced at each other, and the one who had fought with Yang Shuang stepped forward.

"You'd better not make any mess of it, or I'll kill you in the first place!"

Yang Shuang didn't answer, looked around, didn't find a weapon, and his eyes involuntarily aimed at the exhausted war horse.

Immediately untied more than a dozen reins, and slapped the horse's buttocks one by one.

"What are you going to do?!" The three silver priests were startled, and the one who helped him untie the rope had a cold gaze, and he wanted to make a move.

"Naturally, you want to lure the wolves away, do you really want to have a bloody fight with them?"

Yang Shuang didn't care about talking to these three bad old men, so he searched for it, removed a few broken pieces of wood from the abandoned camp tent, put them in the bonfire and ignited them, wrapped them in felt cloth and threw them around.

Wolves he encountered.

When he was chased and killed by King Shanshan, fled from the North Daokou to the General's Temple, and turned to Yumen Pass, he and those Turkic slaves encountered a large group of wild wolves

Turkic slaves?

Yang Shuang looked stunned.

Where did those Turkic slaves go?

When they repelled the army of King Shanshan, those slaves swore an oath and were loyal.

Suddenly, he remembered that when he met Changsun Sheng on the edge of the Gobi, the other party also sent a few parchment maps.

In order to ensure the safety of Changsun Sheng, he sent eighteen newly descended slaves who had fused the souls of low-level generals to escort them.

Later, when he went to the Central Plains to offer the Western Regions, he didn't see Changsun Sheng mention it, and he thought that the eighteen slaves had rebelled.

But if you think about it carefully, the upper limit of 20,000 troops under your command seems to be short of eighteen every time you count!

At the beginning, he thought that there was something wrong and taught Shi Da and Niu Er and others a hard lesson, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Those eighteen Turkic slaves are still alive!

Eighteen?

Does it have anything to do with the eighteen black knights?

Yang Shuang's heart moved, but he silently continued to ignite the broken wood, gradually expanding the light area.

The howls of the wolves hidden in the darkness were still there, but they seemed to gradually retreat.

Seeing that this was effective, the silver priest couldn't help but join in the busy sequence.

Yang Shuang had the intention to escape, but he didn't dare to be at this time.

Walking into the Black Gobi alone, even if you walk along the weak water, if you accidentally fall into the quicksand, you will definitely die.

The flames lit up half of the sky, and the supply points inhabited by a hundred and ten people were engulfed in flames.

"In this way, our whereabouts are estimated to be exposed to the eyes of the Turks!" The silver priest's eyes were complicated, and he was worried about the attack of the wolves on the one hand, and the Turkic army of soldiers and horses on the other hand was worried that they would be attracted by the firelight.

"I'm afraid of a ball, people are dead, they won't die for thousands of years, let's get through the current crisis first!" Yang Shuang muttered, continued to collect the wood left by the Turks, and even threw the carriage into the fire.

The sound of grease and felt cloth and rotten wood burning completely drowned out the wolf's howl.

At this time, the horses that galloped out also let out a terrified wail, and then the rumbling hooves of the horses gradually disappeared into the darkness.

The head wolf who led the wolf pack may have noticed that the day was almost dawn, and the undulating howls of each other no longer sounded, and the surroundings gradually quieted down.

"Whew! Let's go! One of the silver priests exhaled, seemingly a little exhausted, and sat on the ground with his ass on his back.

"Come on! Didn't go! Yang Shuang finished drinking, still vigilantly looking at the darkness in the distance.

The silver priest was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly stood up to take precautions.

Whether in his past life or now, Yang Shuang never doubted the wolf's endurance and wisdom.

Although the wolf howl is gone, there is a good chance that the place is preparing to charge a blow!

Really.

As soon as Yang Shuang's words fell, a few green lights suddenly appeared in the northwest direction, and flew towards this side quickly.

"It's coming!"

That's the wolf's eye!

The three silver priests turned their heads to look back, saw more than a dozen black shadows coming out of the darkness, and hurriedly lifted the canes in their hands.

Yang Shuang didn't have a weapon, so he had to hold on to a fairly strong carriage handrail as a weapon.

The wolf was so fast that when it was still four or five meters away from everyone, it jumped up, dodged the area where the fire was still strong, and pounced on the silver priest who was dressed in dazzling clothes.

"Evil animal, look for death!"

The three silver priests had already held back the fire in their stomachs, and now that they can vent, they will naturally not be polite.

The five-foot staff flew up and down, and four white figures were interspersed left and right like butterflies.

In just one breath, six or seven wolf carcasses fell to the ground.

But the attacks launched by the wolves did not end.

With a few long whistles, countless black strips burst out of the darkness, one after the other, without stopping.

Yang Shuang would not care about the three hostile old men, taking advantage of the chaos to stay a few meters away from them, waving the handrails of his carriage to his heart's content.

Bang!

knocked one to death, he quickly scooped up the wolf corpse, ducked to avoid the pounced wolf, tore off the two hind legs of the wolf corpse, and threw it into the bonfire.

In the last super battle, he still hasn't replenished his energy so far.

Although the wolf meat smells very fishy, in order to fill his stomach, he can't care so much!

The combat power of the silver priests was undoubted, even if they were exhausted, they also exerted various skills that far surpassed Yang Shuang.

The three five-foot long staff were almost connected together, and in the process of advancing and retreating, they killed the wild wolf that pounced on the spot.

During the fight, Yang Shuang couldn't help but drink a mouthful of wolf blood, and couldn't help but spit it out as soon as he entered his mouth.

There seems to be no difference between a wolf and a dog, and folklore generally considers dog blood to be a very filthy thing.

The hot and bitter taste alone is prohibitive!

Yang Shuang took two mouthfuls of non-existent saliva, and hurriedly stepped back to pick up the clear water that had been unloaded when driving the war horse.

At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the silver priest who was in a bitter battle.

Unexpectedly, through the flames, his gaze happened to match the one who was fighting him.

It's very strict!

Yang Shuang kicked the wild wolf that flew up, and his mind turned quickly.

Escaping is not hopeless, and while the three old immortals are in a hurry, they can definitely slip away by quickly hiding into the wolves.

However, with a hungry stomach, how far can he run?

What's more, there are wolves eyeing each other.

Therefore, Yang Shuang decided that even if he really couldn't escape, he couldn't be bound up by chains anymore.

If these three bad old men are strong, it's a big deal to break the net!