Magic is empty, this kind of thing is a topic that is avoided among spellcasters, and even more so for people who are not spellcasters. In the past, Lothar and the others could not help but see him release too many spells in the process of getting along with Cheese, but now although they feel that the mage's body temperature is abnormal, they only regard it as a manifestation of spell overdraft. The dignified gray-robed mage will not have any major problems because of the spell overdraft, which is also the conclusion they have been observing. It's just that they still have a lot of problems to face before cheese recovers.

The minions are fierce, and the swords are hideous. Carefully placing the mage on the ground, the Count began to look around as he re-grasped his tomahawk, surrounded by the aliens who had followed Alei, ready to disembowel the members of the squad. The Count also had a fire in his heart now, it was not the first time that he blamed himself for not being able to help his boss, as a knight, he could not even protect his friend, and could only watch him rush into danger and make himself look like this. If it was just the time of the rat-man disaster, but now, Lothar has far more experience than before.

Far more than the knights of the past, he could still only watch Cheese scream in pain on the ground because of his high body temperature. Taking a deep breath, Lothar walked over to Batuu, who was undoubtedly the weakest corner of the triangle now, just an ordinary person. With a wave of his hand, the liquid that was stained on the Fool's Righteous Blade before was shaken off, "If you don't want to leave, just die here!"

It was a wolf who responded to Lothar's growl. This wolf is not an unusual wild wolf, in terms of size alone, it is at least the size of two wolves, and its high and bulging shoulders are like a small mountain, showing the terrifying muscle power contained in it, this is a wolf. The coupon, unlike the common wolf, some say that they are a special variant of the wolf family, but more people believe that the appearance of the cole is related to the profane ritual. The grassland regarded the wolf as a divine punishment, because the wolf's attack was enough to cause heavy casualties to small and medium-sized tribes, and this cunning beast not only far surpassed its own strength in terms of individual strength, but also in terms of tactical strategy, it was no less than human.

Wolves tend to be the leader of a normal pack, and they will use their own tricks to direct their subordinates to plot to hurt people, but many wolves choose to act together with a small number of their kind. These wolf colonies are very dangerous, especially when they gather together and reproduce for many generations, which is likely to produce a more powerful individual, the winter wolf. The winter wolf is the emblem of the Xuelan family, which is a god of death with snow-white fur that can swallow cold air, but it is also respected by people because of its terrifying power, but the winter wolf is cruel by nature, and people are still afraid of it.

The wolf in front of him was not a winter wolf, its fur was gray, and there were no snowflakes in between breaths. Rao is so, there are not ten good horseback swordsmen, and ordinary tribes do not dare to embarrass it. As for why it found here, it was actually attracted by the rich smell of horse blood on Batu's body, the wolf has a picky taste, among many creatures, they like to hunt the most, it is people, followed by those creatures related to people, whether it is a loyal hound or a well-tainted horse, it is the wolf's favorite food. Now, Batu is stained with a lot of horse blood, and it is very delicious in the eyes of the wolf.

Originally, if Lothar hadn't stood in front of Batuu, the hungry wolf would have been ready to pounce and bite the falconer's throat to taste the sweet blood, but now that it was thrust horizontally, the beast was also aroused, and let out a menacing roar, baring its fangs and assuming an offensive stance. But what it never expected was that no matter the people and animals on this grassland, the first reaction when they saw the wolf was to hide, and even if they wanted to confront it head-on, they always waited for the wolf to attack first and then try to counterattack. But the angry Count of Montenegro didn't eat this, he saw that the wolf was about to pounce, and he directly came to preemptively!

"Hum!" the heavy tomahawk compressed air muffled, the Fool's Justice was originally a one-handed tomahawk, but now the blow swung under Lothar's hands was not insignificant. Although the wolf rarely saw a weapon like a tomahawk, it instinctively sensed that the blow was unbearable, and it used its legs to exert force, and its whole body jumped sideways backwards, dodging the earl's attack. And the price of wielding the tomahawk with all his strength is that Lothar's body is irrepressibly deflected by inertia, and he can't immediately put on a posture. How could the cunning wolf let go of this opportunity? With a strong hind leg, it opened its big mouth and pounced directly.

"Poof!" the sound of a sharp weapon piercing through flesh sounded in the darkness, but the wolf's imagination of flesh filling his mouth did not appear, and he forgot what the human it was supposed to do while it was entangled with the tomahawk-wielding human. At this distance, even if he didn't rely on his vision, Batu could accurately hit the target with his bow and arrow by sound, not to mention that the two eyes of the wolf were like two ghost fires burning in the night air, and as a hunter, he would never let go of this opportunity. This arrow pierced the beast's eye socket!

Unfortunately, the arrow was too shallow to penetrate the wolf's skull and kill him. However, the pain of the eyeball, the severe pain, and the loss of vision completely deformed the beast's movements, and it threw itself into the air and lost its balance, and its huge body lay sideways and fell to the ground. To say that this wolf, the hair can withstand the bow and arrow, and the ordinary blade cannot cut its flesh deeply, it is really not easy to be mortally injured at once. But who let it fall into the hands of the Black Mountain Lord today, the witch hunting knife can not only resist magic, but its own performance as a weapon is also remarkable, especially Lothar cherishes his weapon very much, grinding the blade of the axe from time to time, although it is not allowed to be nitpicked, but with the weight of the tomahawk itself, it can be regarded as a bloody throat seal when chopped to the vital point. At this moment, the wolf was lying in front of him, and Lothar, who had turned around, raised his hand and slashed down!

"Poof!" the beast's body was sturdy, and when he received this axe, he had no different head, and he saw that most of the fool's righteousness was embedded in the wolf's neck, and cut off the thick neck by three points! This kick, with the strength and weight of his whole body, stepped the blade of the tomahawk into it for several inches, and the wolf that was still struggling was stepped on like this, and the huge body immediately let out a tremble, but after the tremble, its eyes lost their lustre.

The two of them cooperated to deal with the wolves, and Lothar withdrew his foot and wanted to pull out his battle axe, but as soon as he lowered his head, he heard an exclamation from Batu behind him,

"Be careful!"