(Thank you book friends for waiting for a kiss and then reward 114oo starting coins, promoted to the protector of this book, thank you for the tears, a big Mo Mo Da presented, I would like to congratulate him with this chapter.) ）

The attention of the two strange birds shifted to the side of the wolves, and the hunters could almost make out the standard Chinese character strokes in the eyes of the two strange birds, clearly written,

"Food."

"Whew~~~"

The wolves howled one after another, their eyes uncertain, and their expressions seemed to question why humans were here.

The expressions of the hunters are much richer, and they are always looking around.

Not only are they guarding against wolves and strange birds, but they're also looking for where the scouts are hiding where they should be torn to pieces.

The wolves hesitated for a second, then split up and rushed towards the strange birds, while the others pounced on the hunters.

In an instant, man and wolf were in a fight.

The battlefield is like a meat grinder, under the pressure of numbers, the strength of an individual cannot be perfectly demonstrated.

There was no such thing as fairness on the battlefield at all, and a third-order high-level power-type awakened person was covered in the armor-like origin light of substance, easily smashing two giant waves into pulp.

But then more than a dozen giant wolves immediately threw him to the ground, blood spurted wildly, and half of his broken calf was thrown out.

Wolves are creatures that are united to the point of inference, several wolves are desperately biting around a target, and their companions who are besieging hunters are no matter how much they stop on the periphery, even if the giant wolf is smashed into two pieces, its front half of its body can still live for a few minutes, regardless of the death of a target and never give up.

The hunters on the periphery smashed several wolves to death, and if you look at the person again, he has long since lost his appearance.

Even so, there was no time to grieve, because the next group of giant wolves once again charged.

...

On the other hand, the giant wolf's fight with two strange birds is more like an ant colony besieging an elephant.

The claws, wings, pecks and bumps of the strange bird and even every sharp feather are a mortal threat to the giant wolf.

Countless giant wolves rushed at the strange birds one after another, or were torn apart, or trampled to death, and some were directly cut into rag dolls by the feathers of the strange birds, and hung softly on those craggy feathers, more than one or two.

And the giant wolf's sharp claws have little effect on the strange bird, not even leaving a wound.

The wound of the larger giant bird bombarded by the source crystal cannon made the wolves red-eyed, and they desperately attacked the wound.

It was the focal point of the monster bird's defense, and its sharp and agile scythe-like wings tore giant wolves to shreds like gourds and vegetables, and it was completely impossible to stop the madness of the wolves.

A giant wolf was cut in two by a sickle hook from its waist, and its entrails tumbled to the ground.

But it didn't matter, its teeth were still there, hanging from the strange bird's wound and tearing off a piece of flesh.

Only then did he fall back to the ground satisfied, and swallowed the slices of meat with the blood foaming from his mouth, and then the slices of meat slipped from his belly, which had long since been devoid of internal organs, into the plaster.

"Click."

A bird's claws fell from the sky and crushed its head like a rotten watermelon.

......

The wolves and the crowd had long since been indistinguishable from each other, and the camp was full of fighting, and the blood pooled on the ground until it could no longer be contained, and then a winding scarlet stream flowed down the edge of the swamp into the swamp.

The surface of the swamp was stained pink with blood, and a series of bubbles bubbled up beneath the surface.

Immediately, a piece of rotten wood slowly floated to the surface.

The surface of the rotten wood depicts a "pattern" that can only be formed by wind and rain for countless years, however, this piece of rotten wood suddenly opened a pair of golden eyes, and coldly commented on the swamp coast.

This is a swamp crocodile that floats on the surface of the water and is the best and most judgmental hunter in the swamp.

If any hunter were willing to take a closer look, countless crocodiles disguised as rotten wood would be lying dormant in the mud on the shore.

However, the hunters had no time to distract.

"Whoa!"

The flight of three giant wolves directly threw a hunter into the swamp.

One man and three wolves made a huge splash in the water,

"Wow!"

The water rolled as if it were boiling, and the wolf and the hunter howled miserably at the same time.

"Ahh Help me! ”

"Whew!"

It's not like the crocodiles are attacking.

The crocodile closest to them was ten meters away, and its eyes were not open - the prey was too far away to be worth its shot, and it still had to wait for bigger, more and better prey to reach its mouth.

"Smack!"

A whip shadow instantly wrapped around the hunter's chest, sending him directly out of the water.

The swallow got close and used the whip to save the hunter's life.

"Thanks, thanks..."

The hunter fell to the ground and thanked the swallow weakly.

“...”

The swallow opened its mouth silently, subconsciously took a step back, and a few drops of cold sweat came out of his head.

The people around him screamed, and the eyes that looked at the hunter were full of sympathy and sorrow.

The hunter didn't know why, but he looked down with all his might, only to see that the lower half of his body was no longer half of his flesh.

From the chest down, there were white bones, pale as carefully carved marble specimens.

A long, black-green snake-like fish squeezed out of the crack in the ribs and landed on his hand with a "snap".

The blackfish opened its mouth, and its mouth was full of barb-like teeth, including hundreds.

"Huh."

With the last of his strength, the hunter crumpled the fish into a pulp, and let out a low laugh, his eyes gradually losing their brilliance.

"There's something in the water to ambush, don't go near the swamp!!"

"There's something in the water, hell!"

"Don't go near the swamp!"

Several shouts rang out from the battlefield.

"***, throw the wolves into the water and let the things in the water deal with them!"

The hunters were blinded, and it was much easier to throw the wolves into the water than to kill them.

"Poof."

"Poof!"

The sound of falling water came and went, some wolves and some people.

As long as you get into the water, you only have time to scream, and then you are silent.

The hunters looked at the swamp with more fear than at the wolves, and God knows how many of those damn fish were in the water.

"Whoa!"

The real hunters were just beginning to act, and the rotten trees floating on the surface of the water opened their eyes, and the cold eyes of cold-blooded animals announced their presence.

The giant wolf that was thrown nearby was flying with the fish hanging on them, and its long jaws pierced the water, devouring it in the blink of an eye.

Each crocodile devoured at least four or five giant wolves before quietly diving.

Except for the occasional dark green fish jumping out of the water, the swamp returned to its dead state.

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