"Whew"

A wolf howl sounded ahead, followed by an innumerable stream of wind wolves storming the earthen walls in the night.

In this series of attacks, the wooden door is shaky, which makes people feel terrified.

Nearly a thousand old and weak women and children crowded side by side, and lowered the wooden door in front of them, in an attempt to completely isolate the wind wolf from the tribe.

Woohoo......

The ten young men pulled the hard bow in their hands and pointed at the wind wolf below. Since it was impossible to distinguish the specific location of these wind wolves in the night, they could only shoot at the densest places.

The arrows swarmed and the wind wolf dodged quickly.

"Whew"

Another wolf howl, but if you listen closely, you will find that there is a little sadness in the sound.

The ten young men standing on the earthen wall couldn't help but be happy in their hearts, and the speed in their hands increased again, and then one arrow after another roared away.

Woohoo......

The arrows rained down in the night, and the force of the wind wolf's impact increased again.

Thanks to this difficult environment, although most of the people in the tribe who could fight have left, the nearly 1,000 old and weak women and children have not lost their courage to do so.

The wooden door swayed, and with the concerted efforts of these old and weak women and children, it was raised to the death.

However, at this moment, an unknown wind wolf leaped up in the night. With a wave of the claws in his hand, he swung towards the wooden door in front of him.

A powerful wind rose out of thin air where the claws swung, and slammed into the wooden door.

"Boom"

With a loud bang, the wooden door turned into sawdust and scattered in the air.

The ten strong men standing on the earthen wall couldn't help but feel nervous, only to see that the old and weak women and children in the tribe were all exposed to the attack of the wind wolf.

"Whew"

The wind wolf walked with the breath of death, slowly approaching these old and weak women and children.

Nearly 1,000 old and weak women and children subconsciously want to run backwards, but the long-term accumulated experience tells them that if they do this, they will only die faster. So they suppressed this thought one by one, and stared at the countless wind wolves in front of them.

As if sensing something, the wind wolves suddenly stopped, revealing a defensive posture.

Due to the lack of light, the vision was a little blurred, and nearly a thousand old and weak women and children did not know why these wind wolves stopped. It's just that the voice in my ears disappeared, and I fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

"Mother" was in the silence, and a voice came from behind.

The sound broke the atmosphere, causing the wind wolf to go berserk. They leapt forward and pounced on the tribe to launch a fierce attack.

In an instant, nearly a thousand old and weak women and children all turned around and hurriedly fled.

When they turned around, they noticed the swiftly approaching Shile, and a ghostly light.

The wind wolf gave up attacking the old and weak women and children, and pounced on the ghostly light. Instinctively, there was a powerful force within this spectral light that could kill them.

Looking at this scene, nearly a thousand old and weak women and children opened their eyes in surprise.

In his life, I am afraid that this is the first time I have seen such a strange scene.

A long shadow appeared in the glow, and Augustine walked slowly.

Thanks to the power of the magic potion, he felt the invisible dark element in the air fly along his mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

Looking at the wind wolf that pounced, the smile on the corner of his mouth became a little thicker.

It's just a mutated wind wolf equivalent to a primary demonic beast, and he dares to run rampant in front of him.

When the mind moves, the dark elements around him respond.

"Click, click, ......"

The scattered bones on the ground quickly combined under the swirling of the dark elementals, and one skeleton after another appeared in front of them, holding bone axes, forming a bone wall.

The skeletons stepped forward at the same time, and engaged in a wrestling with the wind wolves that pounced on them.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and they couldn't imagine that the bones they had abandoned were so powerful.

The corners of Jia Changsheng's mouth in the ring couldn't help twitching, how could he feel that this rhythm was a little wrong. The dignified Dark Pope, the future Dark Pope, is it a bit bad to use the necromancer's signature skills.

But in this world, according to local conditions, it seems that the skills of necromancers are more handy. After all, the dark element is scarce, and if you want to exert your maximum power, you can only do it. Unless one day, after Augustine has transformed this world, he can use dark magic unscrupulously.

"Blessings"

Augustine spat out the words softly, and the dark elemental swirled above the scepter, and countless ghostly lights scattered in all directions.

The light shone over the skeletons, and the skeletons began to glow. The bone axe in his hand became sharper, and the flames in his eyes began to grow stronger.

In the face of a powerful cannon fodder class that is never tireless and knows no death, the Wind Wolf can only be defeated one after another.

Then he discarded the corpses of his companions and fled in humiliation.

Looking at the countless wind wolves fleeing in the wilderness, nearly a thousand old and weak women and children were speechless in surprise.

"Bang"

There was a crisp sound, and the skeletons shattered one after another, and the bones lost the blessing of the dark element and instantly turned to ashes.

A gust of wind blew and disappeared without a trace.

"Please help me collect the corpses of these wind wolves," Augustine's voice rang in the ears of nearly a thousand old and weak women and children.

Due to the time limit, the dark element dissipates. Augustine's body felt a sense of loss.

This feeling is terrible, and it seems that he must speed up the pace of cultivating Gu Yuan.

Listening to Augustine's voice, everyone woke up from a dream and looked at them with admiration one by one. If the previous respect was born from the edification of legends, then the respect they gave birth to at this time is the respect for power.

Wu is synonymous with power, mystery, and vast wisdom. Even the bones on the ground can repel the attacks of a pack of wind wolves at night.

"Yes," everyone replied respectfully.

Ten young men brought torches from nowhere, and the place shone like day.

Looking at the corpse of a wind wolf on the ground, he counted it a little, and there were no less than twenty.

Thinking of the battle just now, everyone couldn't help but gasp in their hearts. Twenty wind wolves, doesn't that mean that there are no less than a hundred of them that have just attacked the tribe?

If this is the case, then the strength of the witch can be seen.

It must be known that if a wind wolf wants to hunt it, it needs the joint efforts of five young and strong, or the strongest patriarch and hunter in the tribe will personally fight for their lives.

The firelight swayed in the wind, and countless eyes looked at Augustine in unison, and a hint of worship quietly flooded.

From now on, under the leadership of Wu, can he become so powerful?

Jia Changsheng, who was in the ring, seemed to feel something, and a faint power of faith loomed, flying across the two worlds towards the abyss.

Doubts filled my mind, followed by endless contemplation.