Fergus roared, and the chariot in his hand was thrown forward violently, and under the tremendous force of Fergus, the chariot exploded like a fragment missile that triggered the firing pin just the moment it touched the ground.

The dirt is flying......

The earth shook......

The smell of blood on the battlefield is even stronger.

At the same time, Cú Chulainn, who was hiding among the wolves and looking for an opportunity, moved.

The figure was as fast as lightning, the figure was as nimble as a fish swimming in water, and the air was torn apart with an explosion sound at extreme speed, and countless wild wolves were torn into blurred stumps and flesh.

The spear in his hand had already been grasped, and the hunting instinct that had been exercised in the past had allowed Cú Chulainn's brain to calculate the best route to the head wolf in an instant.

Blood splattered in the air! It is even more cruel against the backdrop of the sun.

The sharp spear reached one side of the wolf's jaw and pierced the other, and the agile Cú Chulainn took the opportunity to ride on the wolf's back.

With a long-haired handle, no matter how desperately the wolf struggled despite his injuries, he still couldn't shake Cúchulainn off his back.

Cúchulainn's commotion among the wolves was so loud that Fergus could see what was happening in the distance at a glance.

"Everyone, move forward, that boy from Cúchulainn has found the wolf, we need to hurry over and help him kill the wolf, if we want to get out of this ever-expanding pack alive today, we have to do what I say!"

As the words fell, Fergus took the brunt of the rush like a heavy road roller, and although he was bare-handed, even a single swing of his arm could burst out with the power of an earth-shattering shock.

The warriors immediately followed in the footsteps of Fergus in the direction of Cúchulainn, they knew that they were like Fergus who could come and go freely among the wolves with their bare hands, and none of them could do it, compared to monsters like Fergus, they were just three-year-old dolls playing with mud.

After a long battle, there are no less than hundreds of wild wolves that have died at the hands of the warriors, but there is a wolf here, but the wild wolves in the forest are constantly supplementing the losses of the wolves.

The battle continued, and due to the continuous loss of physical strength, Rao was a group of superhuman warriors who had the strength to kill a wild wolf with a single punch, and some began to struggle to cope.

Killing a hundred wolves with bare hands and killing a hundred wolves with a weapon are two completely different concepts, from the beginning of the ease to the later exhaustion, the process is beyond imagination.

The battle-hardened Fergus had already noticed the fatigue of the rest of the warriors, but he had to pin all his hopes on Cú Chulainn, believing that this boy he liked would help them out of their predicament.

The fate of the head wolf was sealed, and from the moment Cú Chulainn climbed onto its back, the head wolf had lost any chance of survival.

The strength of the head wolf is terrifying, the body the size of an ordinary wild wolf is full of explosive power, the claws can shatter the earth, and the jump can be more than ten meters high, this is a real demonic beast, a magical beast that requires a hundred warriors to pay the price of more than half of the damage.

The strength of the demonic beast is indeed strong, but this meager strength is obviously not enough for it to jump in front of Cu Chulainn, who has undergone hellish training.

The hard fist slammed into the head of the head wolf, even though the wolf race is known as the "copper head and iron bone tofu waist", but after experiencing several tortures by Cúchulainn's fist, the head wolf finally had to lie on the ground and die like a dead dog.

Killing the head wolf easily, Cú Chulainn did not spend too much strength, he knew that now was not the time for him to be stunned, although the head wolf died, but the wolves were still eyeing the tiger, and the loss of their brains did not mean that this group of ferocious beasts had lost their bloodthirsty nature.

"It's really killing people to go into battle with a big grin......"

Cu Chulainn licked his lips and pulled out the spear of the wolf's head with a little force, the viscosity of his body stained with wolf blood did not make him feel any discomfort, he had had too many sensations like this in the past nine years, just blood, he had long been accustomed to it.

The green eyes of the wolves shot at Cu Chulainn's body from all directions with a chill, and the lone and besieged Cu Chulainn was the best hunting target for the wolves at this moment.

Cú Chulainn did not shy away from meeting the wolves' gaze, he kept turning and vigilant, never exposing his back to the wolves in a certain direction for a long time.

Without a leader, the cooperation of the wolves was no longer as tacit as before, and Cu Chulainn's momentary actions actually deterred the wolves, so that none of the wild wolves could only grin in place.

At the same time, the wild wolves, who had lost their command and coordination and had no cooperation, were once again reduced to a group of unscrupulous beasts on the Irish plains, which greatly reduced the pressure on Fergus's group.

What was supposed to be a wave after wave of wild wolf attacks without giving the slightest respite turned into a state where the wolves seemed to be afraid and hesitated.

Such an obvious change is that anyone who knows anything about wolves, even a fool can see the change, let alone a group of warriors who have endured hardships in the midst of wolves.

As the temporary leader, Fergus naturally did not miss this good opportunity, and he immediately ordered to the soldiers: "That boy from Cúchulainn should have slaughtered the wolf, warriors!" There is no need to be afraid of the wolf-less pack, now let's unite to meet this lone hero and fight his way out again! ”

"Kill!"

"Kill these brutes!"

The warriors responded to Fergus, the will to fight never faded in them, and their enthusiasm seemed to be swept away by physical and mental fatigue.

Fergus rushed to the front of the line, his arms tearing apart all the wolves that dared to challenge his power, his legs trampling the carcasses of all the wolves.

The roar was endless, the terrifying roar did not come from the wolves, everything seemed so fragile in front of the warriors who worked together, blood was their way forward, bones were their hard stepping stones, and those wild wolves who did not dare to step forward had to roar in a low voice.

Cú Chulainn confronted the wolves, though the fierce wolves seized on the gaps in his back and attacked him from time to time.

But without exception, those wild wolves who dared to sneak up were all killed by the spear in his hand piercing the throat.

The smell of blood on the battlefield was getting thicker, and the sky was darkening by dusk.

Perhaps the coming dark night will be the world of wolves, but now, where the sun shines, the warriors of Ulster who fight the wolves are the masters of everything.