On Laoxiong Ridge, it was almost dawn, and the villagers, who had been tired for most of the night, were resting on the spot, planning to wait for the sun to come out before returning to the village.

They were relaxed now, and people who couldn't sleep gathered in twos and threes to chat, talking about the Arathi Basin Lords who suddenly appeared last night. Lawson was now surrounded by a large group of people, his eyebrows fluttering and spitting.

"Do you know how strong he is?" Rosen whispered with wide eyes, the firelight reflected on his face, making his expression even more hideous.

The villagers were silent, craned their necks and shook their heads.

Rosen's face turned pale, he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "I tell you, he can strangle a bear with his bare hands!" This is what I saw with my own eyes, just last fall. ”

Gerda was dumbfounded, "Last fall? Isn't the Lord fighting the Orcs in the Basin? Will he have time to come to Hillsbrad Hills? ”

"Was there a few days when I wasn't home?" Rosen asked rhetorically with a disdainful face. "I'll tell you, I secretly went to the basin and joined the rebels against the orcs! That's when I got acquainted with the Great Lord and became good friends......"

Gerda is speechless, this blowing is too boundless, right? He was about to retort when he ......

Woohoo......

A wolf howl suddenly sounded in the mountains and forests not far away, which was desolate and full of blood, and the elated villagers were stunned when they heard it, and looked at each other.

Brown bears are infested from time to time in Old Bear Ridge, and these cold temperate regions have a strong sense of dominance, leaving a strong body odor to warn foreign predators wherever they pass. Therefore, in general, there will be no other wild beasts in places infested by bears, and these common sense villagers know very well, how can there be wolves?

Then an even more terrible scene appeared, followed by that howl, and the wolf howls around it rang out one after another, and the number was too numerous to count, and it actually surrounded the entire mountain.

"Oops!" Gherda's face changed suddenly, and she stood up, drew her sword, looked around, and roared. "Rise up, all of you, gather together!"

Without his warning, the villagers were all awakened by the incessant howling, grabbed their farm tools and ran towards the campfire, and soon they were close together.

"How can there be so many wolves?" Rosen asked in disbelief.

The average wolf pack is as few as a few, and there are no more than twenty or thirty wolves, and it is impossible to have more, but now they are howling all over the mountains, and the number is only a few hundred! How can this be explained?

Gerda shook his head, his face solemn, as the most knowledgeable man in the village, he couldn't explain it, but now was clearly not the time to look into it.

"Everyone, hold on to the outside world, don't be afraid, it's about to dawn." Gerda shouted.

When the sun comes out, these moon-loving wolves will languishe, and they will have to retreat into the mountains and forests. It was now in the pre-dawn darkness, and it only took another half hour to hold on and the crisis would be resolved.

As soon as Gerda finished speaking, countless red "lanterns" suddenly lit up around the crowd, and the villagers' hearts tightened, and the palms of the hands holding the farm tools began to sweat.

Without the slightest hesitation, as soon as those lanterns appeared, they began to slowly approach, and the encirclement shrank smaller and smaller, and after entering the range of the bonfire, wolves began to appear. The wolves approached until about 10 meters before they stopped, let out a low roar, bared their fangs, and waited for the formation to converge.

Seeing this scene, Gherda's pupils began to contract, it is impossible for wild wolves to have such a high level of discipline, could it be that these wolves are not able to command behind their backs?

As soon as Gherda's thoughts turned, the assembled wolves began to attack, and they approached step by step, compressing the crowd little by little, unhurriedly.

"Prepare for battle!" Gerda shouted, "Don't scatter, don't run alone, hold on!" ”

Woohoo!

Gherda's cry was immediately drowned out by the wolf's howl, and after approaching 5 meters, the wolves attacked without hesitation, dividing into two paths, up and down, and pounced at the same time. The gray "tide" turned like a whirlpool, surging towards the center, and the crowd gathered together was instantly submerged.

The roars and shouts of killing suddenly became loud, mixed with the screams of people and wolves, and the two sides launched a bloody hand-to-hand fight, and the mountain was particularly strange under the reflection of the last blue moonlight.

"Hit!" Gerda screamed and slashed with his sword, and from time to time a farmer was thrown down and let out a terrible scream.

The battle between man and beast was particularly bloody, and both sides fell into a state of madness, and the wounded farmer could not pick up the farm tools, so he pinched them with his powerful hands and bit them with his teeth, and the situation was chaotic.

The battle was non-stop, the half hour was extraordinarily long, the sky was not shining at all, the wolves were attacking one after another, endlessly, and the villagers gradually began to despair. If they continue to fight like this, before the sun rises, they will probably be wiped out.

"Use fire!" With a shout, Gerda grabbed a flaming pine branch from the campfire and used it as a weapon.

Torches were more effective than farm tools, and a wolf that pounced on him was forced by the fire and stepped back. The other farmers immediately followed suit, and the campfire was broken up in an instant, and the encirclement of the wolves began to expand.

But before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the retreating wolves began to shrink inward again after stabilizing their positions, and their expressions became more and more crazy.

Gerda chuckled in his heart, "Oh no, these wolves are not afraid of fire." ”

As soon as the thought was finished, an exceptionally strong brown wolf pounced on Gelda, opened its bloody mouth in the air, and bit Gerda on the neck.

Gerda held a torch in his left hand and a sword in his right hand and stabbed the wolf in the chest.

At that moment, there was a sound of breaking the air in the distance, and a feathered arrow shot from the darkness, hitting the brown wolf's ear, nailing the huge wolf's head in half. The brown wolf didn't even have time to wail, his body was broken, and he fell to the ground.

"Zoka!" Gerda exclaimed, Zoka was the only one in the village who had such archery.

Sure enough, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves on the mountain road, and before anyone arrived, several arrows flew and nailed several wolves to the ground. Then the black clouds burst out of the darkness and came to the villagers, and the rider on horseback was none other than Zoka.

"Quick! Over here! Zoka did not have time to greet the villagers, and shouted towards the way they came, when the sound of horses' hooves sounded like drums, as if a large army of cavalry had arrived.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, it can be regarded as reinforcements.

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, a group of brightly armored cavalry rushed up the mountain, each with their swords unsheathed and arrows wound, majestic. However, they did not join the villagers, but maintained an attack formation and stopped far away.

"Army, come to our side." Zoka shouted.

The young captain smiled when he heard this, pursed his lips and whistled, and an incredible scene appeared. The wolves besieging the villagers immediately gave up their attack, split into two sides and began to converge on the cavalry, quietly surrounding them on either side.

Looking at the sneering smiles on the corners of the cavalry's mouths, a sense of foreboding surged into the hearts of the villagers, could it be that these cavalry were actually in the same group as the wolves?!

"Zoka, who the hell are they?!" Gerda shouted at Zoka.

Zoka couldn't believe what he was seeing, and shook his head in a panic.

The cavalry captain glanced at the wounded peasants lying on the ground, nodded with satisfaction, and said in a calm tone: "Don't be afraid, none of you will die......"

Before he finished his words, someone in the treetops above his head suddenly said lightly: "It's true that you won't die, but you will become a werewolf." (To be continued.) )