The wolf is a predatory animal, which is alert, suspicious, good at running, strong endurance, and likes to live in groups, and often uses the way of exhaustive pursuit to consume the physical strength of the prey, and finally hunt it.

In the North, people in the North are unusually aware of wolf habits due to the fact that people are often attacked by wolves of different sizes. According to the threat level of the wolf pack, the people of the north divide it into three levels: wolf attack, wolf plague, and wolf tide.

Most of the people in Victor's caravan in the Northland had basically experienced the wolf plague, so when they heard the long wolf howl, they had already prepared all kinds of precautions based on experience before Old Locke's order arrived.

"The people who sent out...... It looks like there's no going back! ”

Old Locke sighed with some remorse, "Those untrained horses can't resist the deterrence of the wolves......"

"Old Locke, can we fend off those beasts?"

Cecilia, who looked ignorant and ignorant, did not realize the seriousness of the situation, and she asked curiously, "Our caravan has two or three hundred people, what else do we need to worry about?" ”

"You're right, miss!"

Old Locke, who pretended to be indifferent, whispered comforting: "There are so many of us, those beasts will not hurt you......"

"To be on the safe side, though...... Miss, you'd better stay in the carriage and don't walk around! Take advantage of this time to read a book and relieve your boredom......"

Victor noticed that old Locke's hand moved slightly as he spoke, and a burst of scented powder brushed over Cecilia's cheek in silence.

"Huh...... It's rude! ”

Cecilia covered her little mouth with her hand and yawned widely.

"Strange! Why did I suddenly get sleepy? Old Locke, I'll go back to the carriage to catch up on sleep. ”

"Okay miss, you can rest first......"

Sending Cecilia back into the carriage, old Locke regained his gloomy appearance.

"Mr. Victor, I know you're not as simple as you seem!"

Old Locke whispered, "What if...... In the unlikely event that something happens to the caravan, please help! If that's not possible, Miss Cecilia will ask you......"

"Oh?" Victor raised an eyebrow, "Do you believe me that way?" You know, I'm just a strange traveler who meets in the water......"

"Hehehehe, I still believe in my eyes!"

Old Locke chuckled a few lowly: "Miss Cecilia is a noble child of the Kingdom of Barbatler, as long as you can escort her safely to Saint-Naburg, the Rodney family will be rewarded!" ”

"Or maybe things aren't as bad as you think."

"I never put my hopes in luck, everything ...... Or treat it as the worst. ”

In the greetings between the two of them, the sky gradually darkened, and the wolf howl in the distance became closer and closer.

"Ignition! Throw!! ”

Under the command of Locke Sr., the caravan guards raised seven or eight bonfires on the inside of the convoy and threw dozens of torches wrapped around the convoy to the perimeter of the convoy in order to expand their view.

As time passed, night fell, and the earth shook slightly.

"What is this?"

It was when Victor pondered the cause of the ground shaking that Old Locke, who looked into the distance, suddenly muttered: "Wolves...... Here it comes! ”

Victor suddenly changed color, this wolf pack is much more numerous than he imagined.

Victor, who had quietly applied the buff spells "Dark Vision" and "Eagle Eye" to himself, looked into the distance, and he clearly saw a straight line glittering with a faint green light on the distant ground plane.

"Sizzle......"

Victor gasped because he had noticed the "faint green glow...... It's the eyes of a hungry wolf.

After a dozen breaths, the dark green light turned into a curtain of light, covering the convoy over the place.

"Ahh This is not a wolf plague...... It's a wolf tide!! ”

"My god is above!"

"O gods! Have you abandoned us devout believers? ”

“…… We're dead! ”

“……”

The two warring merchants wept bitterly, and a desperate wail rang out in the convoy, and even some of the caravan guards lost the will to resist in front of the tide of wolves.

"Everyone...... If you don't want to die, shut up!! ”

A low, intimidating voice rang out out of thin air, "Whatever you see or hear, be quiet!" Otherwise, I'll throw people who make any noise into the wolves...... Have you memorized them all? ”

Faced with this sudden sound, people looked around to find the person who made the sound, but found nothing.

At this critical juncture of life and death, the people in the caravan did not have extra time to think about what was going on, but regarded this mysterious voice as a life-saving straw, and everyone subconsciously followed the instructions of this voice and covered their mouths to death.

For a moment, there was no sound from where the convoy was located, except for the sound of flames crackling and burning.

The scale of the wolf tide was beyond imagination, and when I looked up, the wilderness at night had turned into a dark green ocean, and the smell of fish in my nose stimulated everyone's nerves.

"Ahh

Finally someone could not bear the pressure and screamed frantically, but the sound stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand was holding the throat of the person who made the sound.

In the midst of the frightened gaze of the crowd, the person who made the voice levitated out of thin air, and then drew a lonely line and landed far outside the convoy, among the oncoming wolves.

With the sound of flesh and bone parting, the crazy creature was gone.

"Are we going to die like this?"

Just when the people were in despair again, the wolves rushed around the small hill where the caravan was located and roared from both sides.

"What's going on? Is this a miracle? ”

The small hill where the caravan is located is like a boat of life sailing on the sea of death and breaking through the stormy waves, carrying the hope of all lives.

Faced with this incredible sight, the people in the caravan fell to their knees and prayed reverently.

Time continued to pass, and it was only after three hours that this terrible wolf tide was coming to an end.

Looking at the devastated wilderness, the people who survived the catastrophe ended their prayers and collapsed to the ground.

There was still silence in the convoy, and people were afraid that any noise would draw back the wolf tide that had gone away.

In this way, in the deathly silence, the people of the caravan survived an unforgettable night, and ushered in the light of dawn again.