"I'd rather drink rum than drink this kind of thing." The young soldier waved his hand to dispel the pungent smell. Then he reached close to the fire, so that his frozen hands gradually regained consciousness, and his legs were frozen, but he could only get as close to the fire as possible to get the temperature.

"Young people never understand what really good things are, just like my son." The veteran smiled and grabbed a handful of snow on the ground next to his leg and threw it into the teapot. Set aside a place in the fire with a branch, put the teapot in it, clap your hands, and shake off the residual snow on your hands, "I only like some young girls, he doesn't know that only those fat women are really women, just like the proprietress in the corner tavern, that huge ass, haha, every time I look at it, I will sink into it." ”

"Hahaha...."The other veterans laughed and echoed. I like the way he shakes the most.

"I've touched it before, and it feels really good."

"Haha......" the veteran scoffed, "so I was chased by that woman all morning and ran all over the town of Bull." And was she beaten by her husband, with a pair of black eyes for half a month? ”

"Hahahaha............. no wonder, no wonder."

The young soldier lowered his head, his face was slightly red, he had not been in the army for a long time, and he was obviously not used to the yellow jokes of the veterans, he glanced away and looked in other directions.

Suddenly, a green light flashed in his eyes. It was in the secluded mountain forest, where the light of the flames could not shine, only the faint moonlight outlined the lines of the mountain forest. He narrowed his eyes, reached out to block the impact of the fire, and looked closely.

"It's a werewolf." As soon as he was about to shout to remind his companions, a sharp pain came from his neck, and the last thing he saw was the hideous face of the werewolf and the blood bursting from his neck.

The other soldiers were also slaughtered by the werewolves without reacting, and the vigorous blood splattered all over the ground, and the snow-white snow was also stained with blood.

"Ding ....." Theron stood up, stepped out of hiding, bent down to pick up a short sword, drew the blade, and flicked his fingers on the blade, the cold light of the blade making a crisp sound.

"What a good sword." Theron looked down at the corpse of the fallen soldier. "It's a pity that in the face of the werewolf's sneak attack, these good swords are not worthy of use."

"Chief, this is not far from the city walls, shall we extinguish the fire? The presence of the fire will allow humans to discover us. The wolf blade shook off the blood from the wolf's claws, walked over, and said.

"No, you don't." Theron put the dagger back into its scabbard, hung it around his waist, and fastened it tightly with a leather strap. "If the fire is suddenly extinguished, they will really notice something, keep the fire, and don't let him go out."

"Chief, but the presence of the fire has made everything in this vicinity uncovered, and they will definitely see us." The entrance to the mountain path is not large, and the fire is raised in the center by the soldiers, and the roaring fire illuminates the surroundings clearly.

"Let a few gnolls put on the clothes of these soldiers and use them as a cover." Theron lifted his foot and gently lifted the corpse of the lost soldier, and explained, "Tell the gnolls that if a human comes, bring him to me." You stay too, looking at the gnolls, I'm not too comfortable with them. ”

"Yes, Chief."

Selen returned to camp with the werewolves, and by this time the moon had set and the eastern horizon was dyed with a reddish light.

On the barren snowfield, a man is galloping on the snowfield on a war horse, and the strong horse's hooves knock on the snow, splashing and dancing snowflakes. The man on the horse was wrapped in leather clothes, and against the cold wind, his sweaty hair was frozen into pieces and pressed against his forehead.

He glanced back behind him, and the rolling snowflakes obscured the footprints left by the horse's hooves. No one, he breathed a sigh of relief, no one was chasing, they had not yet found their departure. Thinking of this, he lifted the horse's belly again, and sped up again at the sound of the horses chirping in pain.

The sun rising from the horizon shone on the land, and although the distant mountains obscured the sun, the glowing sunlight lit everything and swept away the night.

In the distance, two lines of mountains filled his eyes, which were the entrance to the town of Boer, and if it had been he would have been glad that he had arrived home, but today he rode straight on his horse, without the thought of turning his head. From the time he fled, he was already a traitor.

He was captured outside the city by Theron's werewolf scouts while settling the last of the outcasts, but instead of killing him, the werewolves took him to Theron. No one knew about their conversation, except that he was released by Theron after this, and he never mentioned it to anyone after he returned to Bulltown.

Maybe at that time, Theron had already seen that he would make the decision he made today, and it would take a lot to let him go back, and he didn't want to delve into it. He rode his war horse against the strong wind, and spared a large circle from a distance in front of the mountain pass, trying not to let the soldiers on the city wall find him.

It was not until he reached the foot of the mountain that he jumped off his horse, tied his horse tightly to the tree, wrapped himself in his leather coat, and walked along the foot of the mountain in the direction of the orc camp.

At the foot of the mountain, Wolf Blade stood under the cedars, looking through the dense branches. At this time, the gnolls he arranged had already put on the clothes and armor of human soldiers, stood by the fire, pretended to be human soldiers, stood guard, patrolled, and hid from the eyes of human soldiers on the city wall not far away.

He stayed here and looked around, waiting for the human to arrive, as the leader had spoken.

"Click... Click...."Suddenly the sound of snow collapsing in the distance reached his ears, and he turned his head vigilantly to look over - it was a white bear, and the white fur was exactly the same as that of a white bear.

No, the white bear was not so small, and the wolf blade immediately hid vigilantly behind the tree, looking sideways.

"It's a human, a human in white bear fur." Wolf Blade quickly saw everything, he was the human the leader had asked him to wait for? At this time of year, there will be no human beings going up the mountain, and the gates of the town of Bull are locked, and everyone is forbidden to go out, there is no other possibility.

He let out a for the gnolls to continue his order, and he ran quickly, grabbing the human in his hands.

"Hmm........" The sudden appearance of the wolf blade startled Amul, and as soon as he wanted to draw his short sword to meet the enemy, he was quickly subdued by the wolf blade. The heat had already cut through his stiff hair, and molten ice water flowed down his chainmail, and he looked up at the werewolf who had grabbed him.

"You're the one the leader wants?" Wolfblade asked.

Amul looked at Wolf Blade suspiciously, he didn't understand the beast language spoken by Wolf Blade, but he also sensed that the other party was not hostile to him, and he knew that this should be the person sent by Theron to pick him up. He nodded, gesturing to the mountainside.

That was the location of the orc camp, and the wolf blade looked in the direction he pointed, and yes, the human who knew the location of the camp was the human that the leader was talking about.

He let go of his hand, raised his head and let out a low roar, and in a moment a huge wolf ran up to the two of them on snowflakes, and the wolf bared his teeth fiercely at Amul and sniffed at him.

The wolfblade turned over and mounted on the wolf's back, pulled Amul up, and rode the wolf to the mountainside.