The first winter wolf to attack Barrett circled his side, and Barrett tried to stop him, but the second and third came in an instant.

The second rose into the air, sharp teeth pointed at the brute's throat, the third followed, ready to bite Barrit's thigh, and the fourth and fifth arched themselves at the periphery, as if ready to follow. They work well with each other, and their attacks are so cohesive that they don't have to do much with the best armies.

Lone wolves die, wolves grow in packs, and that's how the hunt of wolves is.

The fluttering winter wolf was in mid-air, and before it could make contact with Barrit, it suddenly spat out a cloud of freezing gas at him. The moment the barbarian adventurer was frozen, he dodged the spit attack and the flying pounce that followed. The freshly grown stubble on his head rubbed the edge of the freeze and was covered with a layer of hoarfrost, but Barrett did not pause in the slightest, and with the "Fire Beauty" in his hand, he swung sideways to meet the third one who was about to attack him.

The third winter wolf dodged the risk of being cut down sideways, but his body was still cut by the sword. The flames of magic ignited the heavy fur of the winter wolf, causing serious damage to this cold-blooded creature that was very afraid of fire. The hapless winter wolf let out a terrible howl and staggered back.

The fourth followed, and the attack wave did not pause. The winter wolf ignored its kindred kind, and instead rushed straight at Barrit, not giving him a chance to breathe. The fifth rushed to the "fire wolf" and spat out freezing gas on it, trying to extinguish the flames.

It all happens in the space of two heartbeats.

Barrett used the shield in his right hand to block the Winter Wolf's lunge, and his muscular body only took half a step back before he was still standing. The claws of the winter wolf scratched at the petrified leather armor, leaving several scratches on it, but the claws did not pierce the leather armor, and the scaly petrified cowhide provided excellent defense.

Barrett stabbed the attacker in the jaw with the "Fire Beauty", and the sword pierced through the top of the winter wolf's head, and the air instantly filled the air with the smell of roasted meat, and the winter wolf only wailed for half a breath and then stopped speaking.

It was the one with the scar on its body, and the brute recognized it.

Barrett glanced around with his peripheral vision, the first and second winter wolves who had passed him did not return to attack, Barrett found that they were actually heading towards Old Will, apparently the fluent mage's magic attack just now made a deep impression on the wolves.

The wolves think that the mage is more of a threat and want to bypass Barrett to attack the mage.

Barrett knew that high-level mages weren't afraid of melee attacks, and that they were usually surrounded by several layers of different types of protective magic, which could effectively withstand all types of attacks, from physical to magical. But Old Will didn't have a grade on his robe, and Barrett was embarrassed to ask, which made him worry about Old Will a little.

The barbarian took another half step back, pulled the "Fire Beauty" out of the corpse, and observed the situation with a rare respite:

The half-elf held a strangely shaped one-handed sword in each hand, and instead of burning with flames like Barrett's fire beauty, it was red as if it had just been taken out of the forge, making a strange "hiss" sound. The air around the sword body was slightly distorted by the terrifying heat.

Estelle has already fallen 5 winter wolves around him, and the efficiency is very good, but it may also have the help of Old Will. The ogre was surrounded by 4 winter wolves, but the beasts did not attack blindly, obviously not knowing how to attack such a heavily armed steel fortress.

As for Old Will, he was flying in mid-air at this time, indifferently looking at the surrounding situation. Below the mage, there were three winter wolves hovering in place, jumping up from time to time, but they were still a considerable distance away from the mage in the air.

Seeing Barrett paying attention to him, Old Will beckoned and smiled at the brute.

If there is any spell that the mages have that is the most enviable to ordinary people, it must be "flying magic". The three-ring spell "Flying Technique" is a watershed moment for mages to protect themselves, while the three-ring spell "Fireball Technique" is a watershed for mages to attack.

Barrett breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, so that he didn't need to be distracted to take care of his partner behind him (in fact, it was useless to take care of it, he still let the two winter wolves slip past), and he could concentrate on the battle in front of him.

Two more winter wolves attacked Barrett on the left and right, and the brute drew an axe from his waist with his right hand, and threw the axe at the attacker on the left with a round arm. Barrett was so confident in his skills that instead of seeing if the axe had hit the target, he turned back to meet the winter wolf on his right.

The barbarians of Nord are even more skilled in using throwing axes than knives and forks for eating, and Barrett has been the best of them since childhood.

Unsurprisingly, there was a terrible howl behind him, and the killing made Barrett feel better and better. Although the barbarian never thought of himself as the kind of person who loved to kill, the feeling of life flowing out of his hands still made him irrepressibly comfortable.

The attacker in front of him did not rush directly at Barrett, but stopped in place and spewed a large gulp of freezing air at him. The Barbarian hates magical attacks, and would rather face a large field of spears and axes than the most common magical missiles.

The freezing gas struck Barrett in a cone shape, covering a large area, causing the latter to roll around in embarrassment before he would dodge. As soon as Barrett got up, he found that his body was covered with a flickering light curtain, and the voice of Old Will came to his ears.

"Now you don't have to worry about their 'bad breath'. Old Will shouted behind him in a relaxed tone, "That magic shield will protect you from four or five 'bad breath' attacks. ”

Barrett grinned and strode towards the winter wolf, who had just breathed out the cold air and was slightly wilting. The latter seemed to be overwhelmed by the brute's momentum, baring his teeth and slowly retreating with a low roar.

Switching between offense and defense, Barrett rushed quickly towards the opponent. The winter wolf is a proud creature after all, and instead of running away with its tail between its legs, it roars and meets it head-on.

The battle between the claws and the swords came to an instant - the swords won, and the claws fell. Barrett slit the winter wolf's throat, the flames of the sword scorching the fur around the wound.

The quality of the fur had dropped considerably, and Barrett frowned, which meant that the price for which it could be sold would be much lower.

There was another loud howl, and more winter wolves came out of the dark forest, enough for twenty or thirty. At least eighty percent of the adventurer team in the entire Bay of Pigs will be wiped out by this number of winter wolves. Even if the remaining teams can resist, they will have varying degrees of loss.

The first two tentative attacks of the Winter Wolves were not effective, and they were very bad, and they did not bring any harm to Barrett and them. Based on what he knew about the cunning creatures of the Winter Wolf, the wolves should retreat in time.

He didn't know what the head wolf thought, and according to the winter wolf's not low intelligence, he shouldn't choose to gnaw on such 'hard bones' as them.

Barrett was slightly puzzled in his heart, but reality didn't allow him to think about it.

The wolves slowly formed an arc around them, silent, and bowed to the ground with their teeth bared. There was another howl from the depths of the forest, and nearly thirty winter wolves began to slowly approach the crowd.

The half-elf was already in the same place as the ogre, and Barrett leaned over quickly.

Without a magical attack like Frozen Air, Barrett believed he would be able to deal with at least a dozen winter wolves before jumping up a tree and waiting for the wolves to retreat. But if he is surrounded and there are no fir trees for him to escape, Barrett believes that the Winter Wolves will not choose to attack head-on, and will slowly drain his physical strength with wheel tactics, and then swarm him and dissect him, swallowing all the flesh and bones.

"Bow your head!!" Barrett heard Old Will shout at him as he ran. Immediately afterward, he saw a hot fireball dragging a slender tail flame headlong behind him.

A violent explosion and a wail of pain followed, and the brute felt a heat on the back of his neck, and he didn't know what had hit him several times in the back, and he fell to the ground as the waves of the explosion hit him.

The winter wolves around the ogre split up and tried to attack him. Barrett scrambled to his feet, stabbing his sword into the beast's throat against the beast's freezing air.

At least it won't hurt the fur, he thought.

Moglock wielded his hammer, driving the beasts away like flies, and latched Barrett into his tower shield. Taking advantage of his respite, the brute groped the back of his neck and threw a piece of charred flesh with fur attached to it to the ground.

"I did bow my head. He looked up at Old Will in the air, "But that didn't help. ”

"I'm sorry. Old Will's voice came from above, his tone was relaxed, and he couldn't hear the slightest apology in it, "Slowly you will get used to it, when I studied in the Magic Association, I was never an honor student......" He did not hesitate to expose his black history.

I don't want to get used to that, Barrett thought, magic can kill people if it doesn't work well, including the mage himself.

"Hey, now is not the time to talk about that. The half-elf's voice came from the ogre's other side, "Look ahead!"

The next moment, the wolves in the distance shot like white arrows, even giving Barrett a feeling of an avalanche.

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