"Ahh

Another Templar fell to the dark red snow, his throat completely bitten open, his head rolling to the side, his eyes wide and unwilling, staring at the hellish Shura field in front of him.

Screaming, screaming, shouting and howling make up a movement called slaughter, and the forest and snow are the stage theater for the performance.

Lance swung his half-sword, successfully blocking another attack with its broad blade, and without caring about the wolf who was howling because of the broken nails, he hurried to rescue the other woman who had been targeted.

These guys are so cunning!

He had never seen such a difficult wolf, and he had the impression that although these fellows were organized and fierce and cunning enough, they were not so purposeful.

Yes, purposefulness!

The whole camp was in disarray, and more than 1,500 women were already in disarray under their slaughter.

As if they were being manipulated, the wolves ignored the pursuit and resistance of the knights, but simply took advantage of their speed to bite the throats of one woman after another, chasing them into all directions.

From this alone, it's not hard for Lance to tell that these guys aren't here for food. They first bit the horses to death, and then used the numerical advantage to make the knights have to run for their lives, and the scattered and separate situation naturally facilitated the hunting of wolves.

This makes them a great success!

Several Templar Knights had already died under their sharp fangs, and even though they had been blessed by the Light, they could not escape the swift and sudden attacks of the wolves - often before the healing effect was shown, the knights were pounced on by the wolves of the division of labor, and their throats were bitten in two, just like the knight who had died tragically before.

This kind of attack is obviously not something that ordinary wolves can do, Lance can't help but think back to the Ranger who was bitten to death by the snow wolf and was responsible for going to Silverblade Castle to conduct intelligence investigations, "It's the Misty Mountain People!"

He woke up suddenly.

"Roar!"

The foul-smelling mouth bit again, but was pierced by the long sword that Lance immediately raised, and the sharp blade pierced through the wolf's mouth, causing it to fall to the ground and convulse and wail.

He's been targeted!

The armor was scratched by the beast's dying counterattack, and Lance ignored the bite on his shoulder, and quickly pushed away the wolf corpse that was crushed on his body, and drew his sword.

The wound was rapidly healing under the light of the Holy Light, and the distant bonfire lit up the dark red of the snow, and a pair of dark green vertical pupils shimmered with a cruel light in the darkness.

1, 2, 3, 4..., a total of seven wolves!

"You really look up to me..."

Lance muttered to himself, the superiority of the wolves almost in despair: the Count was gone, and the god of Nidaya, though he had sent down the light, had not descended with his own body as usual, and even his desperate and pious prayers had not been answered.

"Now that I think about it, those worries are ridiculous...", his fingers around the cross gauntlet, gripping the hollow of the hilt, and leaning in a 'crown' position to respond to the wolves' pounce, "It seems that this time is the time to test the knight's fighting skills..."

"Whew!"

The wolves have attacked!

Lance's expression was fierce, ignoring the attacks from behind and from both sides, and staring at the giant wolf in front of him who was jumping up and pounced on him!

"Dead !!"

He shouted angrily and strode forward, standard knightly skill ensured a steady and swift thrust of the half-sword, and the claws scratching at the stomach of the armor behind his back gave Lance a blast of sparks while giving Lance a blast of impact.

"Poof!"

The broad-bladed blade, which was almost triangular from the gauntlet to the tip of the sword, successfully hit the wolf's belly, but he didn't have time to draw his sword and was crushed to the ground by the huge wolf body that crossed into the air.

"Are you going to die?"

Lance closed his eyes in despair as he saw the ensuing wolves open their mouths and bite their sharp fangs towards his neck.

"Your Excellency!"

It's Martin and Jacob!

Lance turned his head in surprise, but he was drenched in wolf blood, and the warm and sticky touch made him frown uncomfortably, "This is really a bad experience!"

"I'm sorry, sir. Jacob grinned, and the spine of the sword that replaced the blood groove widened the wound, so that when he drew his sword, he was almost splashed with the gushing blood and internal organs, "I don't think that's anything unacceptable to life. ”

"Bang!"

Martin held his shield and slammed his claws against it, "Are you alright?" he asked, concernedly.

"Barely good," Lance pushed away the wolf corpse that was pressing on him with Jacob's help, pulled out his long sword and held it tightly in his hand, and Jacob guarded against the wolves swimming beside him back to back, "It seems that your kid is lucky, at least a shield to defend himself." ”

"I'd rather replace it with a bow and arrow," Martin said as he took a few steps back to join the two of them, looking at the wolves, "and then none of these damn fellows would even want to run!"

"Also, forget you're a good Ranger. Lance breathed a sigh of relief, but was furious and almost completely devoid of the joy of the rest of his life, "What damn wolves!" he said as he looked at the wolves.

When they saw the three of them converge, and when they sensed that there was no chance, they scattered in an instant, and continued to chase the women who were running around.

Screams and screams mingled together.

Martin and Jacob looked at each other with weak frustration in their eyes, "What is going on, my lord?" they asked almost at the same time, looking at each other in surprise before falling silent.

"What to do...?"

Lance muttered to himself, knowing there was no answer.

Powerless.

This is a portrayal of the hearts of the three of them at this moment.

The code and glory of the knights seemed to spur and torture their hearts, but they could only watch as those who had sworn to protect them suffered and could not do anything about it...

After all, the situation is so difficult, what can be done?

"Son of God?"

Lance had long understood that this was just a name for his brazenness, and although he was magnanimous and did not deny or debunk it, he never admitted it.

"God, have you given up on us?" he knelt on the ground, looking at the snow stained red by the blood of the terrible dead, "O great god of Nidaya, please give me strength!

These were the words used by Lance in his first prayer, but he was far more devout and eager than the first.