Section 12 Raiding Hounds

Enter the fourteenth day of the eternal world.

The barking of the dog is getting clearer and clearer.

"That doesn't sound like some well-behaved dog." Woody and Wilson left the camp and followed the barking of dogs.

"yes, I'm a little skeptical that we'll be able to tame such a fierce dog." Wilson ducked behind Woody, looking left and right. Woody was the most reassuring person for Wilson other than the female warrior Wigford.

"They're coming!" Woody shoved the torch into Wilson's hand roughly, and he waved Lucy, "Get ready, this must not be the kind of short leg without a tail!" They won't wriggle your ass on you! ā€

Unexpectedly, Woody was still interested in joking at this time, Wilson became nervous, he tensed his nerves, and pointed his torch at the darkness.

It was obvious that some creature was running towards them, and it was none other than Wilson.

"Oh, my Lucy!" Woody exclaimed, and a fanged hound lunged at him. Soon, two identical hounds jumped out of the darkness, their skin dark and fierce.

"What are we going to do!" Wilson slammed the torch into the hound, and Woody bit his arm as he parried.

"What else can I do? Do you still want to get a watchdog? Woody leaned over and used Lucy to intimidate the hounds, "Run!" ā€

Woody shouted and ran towards the base without looking back, and Wilson hurriedly followed.

The hounds chased after them, and they barked wildly, as if they were going to tear Wilson apart, how could there be such a ferocious hound! Wilson exerted all his strength, and the fire of the base appeared in front of him, but it seemed that there was also a dog barking from there, right?

Woody ran into Wolfgang head-on, and Wolfgang was probably too panicked to escape without even bringing a torch, but luckily ran into Woody and Wilson, otherwise he would have been attacked by monsters in the dark.

"How can you not carry a torch, fool!" Woody picked Wolfgang up.

"What about the others?" Wilson asked anxiously.

"I—I don't know," Wolfgang gasped, "yes, there's a bunch of dogs, and they're like, like they're going to eat people!" I'm glad you're back, it's so, it's too dark! ā€

But before Wilson could speak, the three hounds chasing them were already in front of him again.

"What are we going to do!"

Three hounds surrounded the three of them, and just as everyone was cornered, Wilson felt something crawling on the ground, and it sounded like a spider! Luck must have been a little too bad, those big four-legged spiders were as scary as the hounds in front of them.

However, a torch appeared behind a tree not far away, and the person holding the torch was surrounded by a group of spiders, and the spiders and hounds actually fought!

"Who's that? Our dear Vigferd? Wolfgang rejoiced, "I knew she would save us!" ā€

"That's not her, the Viking must be wearing her helmet." Woody sat on the ground with his butt on his butt, his wound bleeding.

There were so many spiders that the three hounds were quickly killed, and it was strange that the spiders, who were equally ferocious in the past, retreated directly, as if they had come specifically to help Wilson and them.

The man with the torch walked over to this side, and he greeted him from afar, "Hello," and his voice was shy, repeating "Hello." ā€