The bearded man was screamed by the scar man, and instantly stopped the hoarse cry, through the light of the torches in the hands of the three big men, Ivan found that the bearded man had tears in his eyes and pouted a mouth, like a little daughter-in-law who was bullied miserably and pitifully.

If it weren't for the wrong environment, Ivan believed that he would laugh out loud, and that kind of aggrieved and pitiful expression appeared on the face of a big man like a bearded man with a tiger's back and a rough appearance, which was really funny.

Perhaps out of some sense, the bearded man sensed that something was wrong, turned his head to look behind him, and happened to see the strange expression on Ivan's face that wanted to laugh but couldn't help it.

The bearded man was stunned, his black beard was up, Ivan secretly said to himself that it was not good, but the expected angry roar did not happen, only to see the bearded man flatten his mouth, and said aggrievedly to the scar man: "Head, he laughed at me." ”

The scarred man's face turned black, and he raised his foot and kicked the bearded man hard, it was really unbearable for the aunt and uncle, and he was in the dead place at this time, this bastard thing was still so soft, and this embarrassing performance in front of outsiders really lost the face of their Predator Army.

At this moment, the middle-aged man who had been silent in the three big men holding the bow was quite bold, pulled the bow with his hand, pressed the arrow on the string, and said absolutely: "What are you afraid of, early death and late death are death, what is it if you fight for a life, don't forget our Northwest Iron Blood Legion, Iron Blood Man, the military soul of the brave who meets on the narrow road." ”

Xu is middle-aged man with a bow was swept away, and the blood in his chest was aroused, and the scarred man's forehead burst with green tendons, and he pulled out the sharp long knife on his waist, and said excitedly: "Yes, iron-blooded man, the brave wins when we meet on a narrow road, it's a big deal that let's go to see the God of Light and his old man."

The bearded man wanted to say something, but he was startled by the fierce fierceness in the eyes of the scar man, and those eyes seemed to say to him, you bastard, if you dare to say a word, Lao Tzu will send you directly to the God of Light with a knife now.

The bearded man didn't have any weapons in his hands, he swept his eyes around, and saw a thick branch like a bowl, his eyes lit up, he picked up the branch, waved it a few times in the air, and sounded a loud sound.

The black woods, there was a creaking sound, through the moonlight, Ivan saw the owner of the green eyes, a gray-white wolf hair, vertical eyes cruel eyes, slightly exposed sharp wolf teeth, and stained with blood, the most surprising thing for Ivan was that the tails of these gray wolves had a blue pattern, as if representing some meaning, and there were hundreds of such gray wolves, and they swirled around Ivan and them.

Ivan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because among the hundreds of gray wolves, he didn't see the wolf king.

In the mountains, a single group of wolves is not terrible, it is a plate of scattered sand, and the combat power cannot be concentrated. The terrible thing is that the wolf pack with the wolf king, the wolf pack under the command of the wolf king, is in good order, and the combat effectiveness is maximized.

The wolves took a few steps forward, probably sensing that there was no danger ahead, and their green eyes lit up, and they let out a howl and rushed towards Ivan and their position.

The three gray wolves at the front, attacking quickly, but falling faster, lay on the ground with a few wails, and a feathered arrow stuck in their stomach or throat.

Ivan secretly applauded, the middle-aged man with the bow was obviously a veteran archer for many years, this hand fired three times in a row, shooting fast and ruthlessly, and the arrow hit the fatal part of the gray wolf's body.

There was another howl in the wolves, and the death of their companions did not deter the wolves, but the smell of blood stimulated their sense of taste, added to their wild ferocity, and made them run faster.

With a roar of anger or fear, the bearded man looked hideous, picked up a branch in his hand, rushed to the position where the wolves attacked, and vigorously waved the branch in his hand, slamming it on the gray wolf's body, splashing dust.

"Fools, smash them on the waist, the waist of the wolf cub is the most fragile. The scarred man yelled angrily.

After listening to the words of the scarred man, the bearded man woke up like a dream, and tried to get closer to the waist of the branch in his hand, so that it really worked, and several gray wolves were hit in the waist by the thick branch, vomiting blood, and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the bearded man was deep into the wolves, the scar man understood that if he didn't rescue in time, the bearded man alone wouldn't be able to last long, so he roared into the sky, and the sharp knife in his hand suddenly lit up with a faint silver gas.

Fighting spirit, it is actually a fighting spirit that only a first-order warrior has, Ivan looked at the scar man in surprise, there is as much martial arts as a dog in the empire, most of them are unpopular warriors, and their strength can only bully ordinary people.

Only martial arts that produce fighting spirit can be called official samurai and advance to the ranks of the first order. The status of the first-order samurai will also be greatly improved, not only by the nobles as the backbone of the training, but in the army, some small leaders, small commanders can also take on the position.

I saw the big man with a scar, slashing twice on the spot, and the two silver-white blades immediately flew in the air and slashed towards the wolves, pounced twice, and slashed at the heads of the two gray wolves, splashing two blood lights, and the gray wolf's half of the heavenly spirit cover flew up directly, and the white flowers flowed with bloodshot brains.

This tragic movement finally shocked the wolves for a while, and the big man with the scar rushed towards the wolves with a knife, and the sharp knife was shining with a silver-white fighting spirit, slashing at the hard wolf's head, such as cutting tofu brains, and the gray wolves were cut off before they could react.

But the bearded man and the scar man killed these dozen gray wolves, which was just a drop in the bucket for a pack of wolves with hundreds of them, and soon, the two of them were deeply surrounded by wolves, not knowing life and death.

The middle-aged man with the bow beside Ivan, after shooting all the feather arrows in the quiver, smiled miserably, pulled out the sharp knife at his waist, stood in front of Ivan and said: "Young man, the wolves will be completely dragged down by us, so you can take the opportunity to escape." ”

"Why?" Ivan asked coldly.

"Hehe, it should be regarded as repaying the empire and the people. ”

Hearing this, Ivan hooked his lips and smiled softly: "I'm afraid you don't need to, Mr. Aloobis, how long will you hide." ”

The middle-aged man with the bow looked shocked, there are still people here, how is it possible, with his experience as a scout for more than twenty years, how can he not detect it, unless that person is much stronger than him, and it is no longer a powerful person who can close the distance by experience.

No matter how much he didn't believe it, the middle-aged man with the bow had to believe it when he saw the black-robed Aloobis slowly descending from the sky.

Aloobis had a calm face, stood beside Ivan, and said coldly: "It seems that your mental strength is not bad. ”