The glowstones were extinguished, and the forest was pitch black, except for the snoring of mercenaries and the howls of unknown beasts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wren leaned against a tree, and a blanket was laid on the ground to protect against the thick layer of snow. About two hours passed, and drowsiness set in, and he dug into his pockets, leaving only an empty cigarette case.

"Well, you should buy one as stock." Wren complained and said, in this kind of silent night, he was a little afraid of the dark, but fortunately, there was a group of people who were sleeping around him, so that his soul could get a little comfort.

The person in charge of the vigil is a three-hour shift, and in another hour Wren will be able to sleep beautifully, and there has been no demonic beast to harass him for such a long time, which makes Wren's vigilance a lot, and the stamina of the liquor in his stomach hits, and the sleepiness increases, and the eyelids are open and closed.

'Whoa, whoa. ’

It was the sound of the bushes and grass being pushed apart by something, and the perception after the enhanced wisdom talent was extremely acute, and Wren woke up in an instant, and cheered up his spirit to drive away the tiredness. This is the Warcraft Forest, no matter how peaceful it seems to be, it needs to be paid great attention.

Wren hid his figure behind the trunk of a tree, holding his breath, gathering his strength and trying not to spot him in the grass.

'Whoa, whoa. ’

Two points of light the size of mung beans emerged, and a gray wolf with a drooping tail emerged from the grass, its physique was more than a circle larger than the traditional impression of a wolf, its sharp claws shining with cold light, and the long fangs in its mouth were seven centimeters long.

This is no ordinary beast, it is a monster that can compete with the supernatural! Wren was shocked and observed the gray wolf with his peripheral vision. Most of the monsters have an innate instinct that is easy to spot if you look at them directly.

The appearance of this gray wolf is faintly similar to a kind of magical beast that Lyle said, and if you guessed correctly, this is a violent wolf. Wren's expression is extremely solemn, the violent wolf is a kind of group, with strong aggression, and extremely cunning magical beasts, it is the most hated kind of mercenaries, but the strength of the violent wolf is not bad, the adult wolf has fifteen levels of strength, most of the mercenary teams can only flee when they see it, and there are countless mercenaries who die in the violent wolf pack.

The wolf looked around vigilantly, and walked gently towards the camp with his paws on, his green eyes flashing and his mouth slightly open. Wren was hiding behind a tree, covered in sweat, already holding a sword in his hand, ready to strike at any moment.

The big tree where he was hiding was very close to the tent where he was camping, and as the wolf approached, Wren couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he found that it was just a young wolf, and his strength was only equivalent to the tenth level of the Ability.

A tenth-level violent wolf, even if Wren doesn't launch a furious skill, can slash it with one sword, and after changing into the equipment given by Kayue, the attack power reaches 170, and it is completely able to kill a tenth-level strength of a violent wolf silently.

The wolf got closer and closer, and finally came to the front of a mage mercenary, leaning down and spitting out a long red tongue, spitting out hot air, Wren was terrified, as if its tongue was licking the mercenary's neck, as long as the sharp wolf teeth moved, it could pierce the throat of the fragile mage.

Wren was so scared that he was covered in a cold sweat! He has the strength to deal with the violent wolf, but he doesn't dare to move, Lyle once told him with a serious expression, if you meet a lonely violent wolf in the Warcraft Forest, don't pay attention to it, because as long as a violent wolf appears, there will definitely be wolves near it!

In addition to its sharp teeth, this magical beast is also very powerful, and its sensitive sense of smell is also very terrifying. Storm wolves are naturally sensitive to the smell of blood, and the smell of blood of the same kind can be smelled even after a few miles.

Wren was once again faced with a choice, he held the knife in his hand and stared at the wolf mouth of the violent wolf, if he did it, he could save this mage mercenary, but he was not familiar with this person at all, and Lyle's team was also Lyle, encyclopedias, and warriors He could name him, for a person who didn't have much friendship, he took the risk of inviting wolves, is it worth it?

I really didn't expect that the question that Lyle had considered not long ago would be Wren's turn to answer so soon. After the fierce ideological struggle, Wren weakly let go of his right hand holding the sword, and whispered softly in his heart: "I'm sorry, brother." ”

At this time, the mage turned over and put his right foot on the claws of the wolf, it seemed that the furry feeling was very comfortable in winter, and the mage smiled in his sleep, holding the body of the wolf with both hands.

Wren's eyes almost popped out, and he yelled in his heart: "I want to die, this guy, this guy definitely wants to die!" ”

The wolf roared and opened its bloody mouth to bite the little mage, and when the sharp wolf teeth were about to pierce into the fresh skin, its long ears stood up and shook twice, and the open mouth slowly retracted and closed.

What happened?

Puzzled, Wren watched the wolf let go of the meal, and left with his tail between his legs.

After a few minutes to make sure he was okay, Wren emerged from the grass and walked to the place where the wolf had left, where he had trampled on the bushes and weeds, and the snow on the leaves had slid on the ground.

Wren felt strange, and couldn't think of a reason, after all, he was just a novice in the knowledge of Warcraft, so hurry up and wake up Lyle, this situation is not the time to take care of the shift time.

"What's the matter, it's not time yet, is it? I've always been very accurate with the time, and I have a headache after drinking, so let me sleep a little longer..."

Lyle closed his eyes and muttered that he was about to lie down, and the warm pillows and blankets made him really not want to get up and face the cold ice and snow.

"There's a monster!"

This sentence really worked, Warcraft twice is a taboo word for every mercenary, and Lyle heard a bone get up and wake up the archer mercenary in the same tent by the way.

The archer mercenary looked worried, and said dissatisfiedly: "Captain, can you pee a little bit?" ”

Lyle looked solemn, quickly got up and put on a fighting posture, and the archer mercenary saw this, and he grabbed the bow and arrow next to the pillow and pulled the string on the arrow.

To explain the matter, Wren deliberately omitted the part where the wolf almost ate the little mage, otherwise his inaction would not be counted? Even if the final result is safe and sound, it can't change the knots in the hearts of Lyle and the others.

At the end of the day, Wren and Lyle are the same thing, and maybe Wren is a little more insidious...

After listening to Wren's story, Lyle was sure that the stout gray wolf was a violent wolf, and praised Wren's attitude of not making a move, and Wren laughed dryly.

"Why did that wolf leave all of a sudden? Aren't they particularly aggressive, and why would they let us go? Wren asked.

Lyle and the shooter mercenary looked at each other, and both of them had their own answers in their hearts, but they were not sure of the authenticity, so they had no choice but to wake up the encyclopedia and repeat the situation again. (To be continued.) )