"No, no," cried one of the hunters, "the black carapace guys are up!"

The old chief's heart sank, "Mr. Reinhardt, it's time for the two of us!" He had intended to have Gurubang and Batura on the pitch at this time, but...... He looked at the two men, covered in scratches and tooth marks, and gave up on the idea.

Everyone seriously underestimated the strength of the common canopy wolf, and in fact, because of the unique advantage of its small size, the common canopy wolf has a great advantage in this narrow area where only two people can be placed side by side.

Two hunters have to deal with four or five ordinary canopy wolves at the same time, and if they are replaced by a mutated canopy wolf with a huge size, they often only need to deal with one.

Most of the soldiers who were injured or even killed were killed by the canopy wolf because they took care of one thing and the other, and very few actually died from the canopy wolf's attack.

The two hunters breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this—they were already in the second round of goalkeeping, and the first round of injuries had been contained under Annabella's simple handling, but now they were covered with a new layer of scars.

Reinhardt and the old chief quickly filled their positions and stood in the positions of two hunters, Reinhardt on the left and the old chief on the right. In three or two strokes, they cut down a few common canopy wolves that had come up from the siege.

In the face of warriors of their calibre, the canopy wolf was no longer a threat - the old chief did not mention it for the time being, Reinhardt had mastered a martial art called homeopathic slash, which could clear a large area of the canopy wolf in a few consecutive hits as long as the attack was not blocked.

As if to understand that rushing forward was also a waste of death, the ordinary tree-crowned wolf no longer stepped forward, but slowly retreated, replaced by those mutated tree-crowned wolves covered in black carapace.

They didn't choose to attack at the first time, but five or six of them lined up loosely, a total of three lines, and the others went around in other directions, looking out of the hole, they could vaguely see that they were lined up in the same line, a total of five teams surrounded the entire mound fortifications.

The old chief was still a little hesitant - he couldn't figure out what tricks these canopyed wolves were playing, but Reinhardt's face changed, "Faust!

Faust was so preoccupied with digging the tunnels that he didn't pay much attention to the battle of the warriors, when he heard someone calling him, and it sounded so urgent, that he had to stop digging for a while.

Before he had time to think about it, Faust subconsciously followed Reinhardt's instructions and put a full eight layers of stone skin on the two of them - as his attention was freed, he almost immediately figured out the current situation and understood Reinhardt's intentions.

These canopyed wolves are lined up in neat formations, apparently not intending to melee combat, and their only means of long-range attack is acid blasting.

"Watch your eyes and lips!" reminded Faust in a loud voice, his stone skin not protecting these fragile areas, and the splattered acid not bypassing them.

He didn't stop preparing for the acid, and with a wave of his hand, Faust quickly rolled up the dirt outside, covering the corpse of the canopyed wolf in layers on the mound - this time, he didn't leave a hole.

"Annabella, try to get more people back to mobility, Lucas, you bring Mayor Marula!" Faust said in a loud voice, "Klaus, are you awake?

"Anyone who can still move, pick up the guys, withstand this wave, and we'll be safe!" Faust showed the big hole in his side, "We'll be going to say goodbye to these monsters soon!"

"Oooo

The only person in the audience who was not so happy was probably Faust. After the fortifications were completely closed, he was the only one who kept an eye on the outside world, and what he saw worried him.

The canopyed wolves didn't care about all of Faust's defenses, and after a series of low growls and long howls, they simultaneously spewed acid through the dense pores of their faces.

Before the acid could be poured on the fortifications, the first row of canopy wolves retreated in an orderly manner, while the row behind them took two steps forward, and after a series of highly similar howls, the second wave of acid came down.

The sound ......of acid etching sounded continuously, and a thick acid mist rose up, but it was difficult to stop Faust's perception. He had a clear perception of every grain of sand under his control, and now those perceptions were rapidly disappearing.

The dirt is dissolving, and it's gaining momentum faster than expected. Faust hastily wrapped up the dirt and corpse in the aftermath before it dissolved after only two rounds.

And the canopy wolf definitely had more than two rounds of acid, at least, Faust saw the third row coming forward.

Sure enough, after a few more seconds, a third round of acid rained down again, this time encountering Faust's carefully built outer walls of fortifications—filled with corpses and alkaline earth, skeletonized by fast-growing plants, and secretly reinforcing the walls with a frost ray - multiple protections that reduced the speed and intensity of corrosion.

However, even so, the thickness of the outer wall was reduced by almost a third.

Little by little, the hole was reexposed, and a small amount of acid dripped onto the ground, corroding shallow pits.

"Their acid has been depleted! they can't spray again in a short time, and now these black-shelled wild dogs are easier to deal with than the small canopy wolves, and if they survive this round, we will win!" Before everyone could react, Faust hurriedly cheered up.

He couldn't wait for the hunters to make their own judgments, he had to create a preconceived impression for people, so that it would be easier to channel their emotions.

However, Faust did not intend to let Reinhardt and the old chief retire, nor did he intend to remove the stone skin from them, but instead he put another layer on the two of them - he couldn't tell if the wolves would be able to spit out new acid, which was almost enough to fill the cranial cavity of all the wolves, but the hell knew how the damn acid came from.

After making these preparations, Faust did not interfere too much in the affairs of the battle - the professional matters should be left to the professionals, and it was already reluctant for him to make a temporary cameo as a political commissar, and let the real experts go to the head-on battle.

Reinhardt and the old chief had no objection to this, or rather, all their grievances were given to the black-shelled animal opposite. Immediately after the acid sprayed out, the black monsters began to trot close to the fortifications, ready for a new round of melee combat.

At the other end of the fortifications, Faust looked at the dark cave in front of him and felt something was wrong, "It feels a little easy to dig a hole here?"