The drunken Hall was taken home by the owl, and then found a bed for him to rest, and after the owl arranged for the two servants to take care of him, he went out alone.

As soon as they came to the door, there were already a large number of people waiting there, all of them were men over 15 years old and under 40 years old in the village, and they shouted with serious faces:

"Chief!"

"Chief!"

Looking at the worries and anxiety on the faces of these men, the owl made a gesture of pressing down, meaning to let everyone calm down for a while.

Then he arranged for each of them to go and get his bow and arrows, and then prepare enough arrows, while the other group went around the city to check the traps and set up a defensive position.

The reason why the owl eagle never left to lead the way for Hale was because traps had been dug everywhere in the city for a long time, and if you were not careful, those pits dipped in poisonous wooden thorns would kill people.

And the enemies to be dealt with by these traps are wandering in this wasteland, waiting for the best time to attack.

As the people in the village got busy, the sky gradually became dark.

At the moment when the sun had just set over the western hills, the snow began to fall, and the snow flakes fell on the dead grass, the bare branches, and the abrupt rocks in the wasteland, silently, but with a certain poignant rhythm, the north wind blew and danced, rolling into the boundless sky.

At this moment, three miles away from Feiyang Village, a chaotic stone hill, there was a claw not much smaller than a human hand, covered with white hair, black armor with hooks, silently climbed a boulder, and then a pair of dark blue eyes lit up in the snowflakes.

Its fur is snow-white, like sharp needles erected, firmly inserted throughout the body, the two-meter-high body is like a male lion, and the long snout, and the exposed, jagged fangs, indicate that this is not a lion, but an incomparably strong white wolf.

The white wolf's eyes were very deep, and the place it looked at was the village of Feiyang.

As the hot air comes out of the pointed nose, it condenses into water droplets, and then drips silently on the snow.

The white wolf let out a long howl at the sky, with an undoubted kingly demeanor in his voice, as vigorous and powerful as this wilderness, but also a little inexplicably sad.

Then in the chaos of stones behind it, dozens of equally hesitant blue eyes lit up,

Because of this wolf howl, the men who were busy in the stockade stopped what they were doing and looked to the north.

The sentry on the watchtower on the north side of the stockade waved a black flag at the people on the ground.

In the center of the stockade, the owl eagle, who was pacing with his hands behind his back, said solemnly: "Come, in the north of the rocky hill, follow me to the north gate!"

The men were silent, but quietly shook the short bows and swords in their hands, their faces full of seriousness.

When everyone gathered at the north gate, the owl ordered everyone to climb the wooden tower and hide it.

The snow was falling, and more than 100 young men sat with their backs against the wall on the city tower, controlling their breathing and movements, trying not to make any movement.

Only one person, clad in dry grass, peeked out of the wall with half of his head, motionless with a single-barreled telescope to look into the distance, making different gestures in his hands.

The snow was falling heavier, and the north wind was blowing fiercely, and the men pressed their hands on their feathered Luo Bing hats, and their faces looked cloudy under the brim.

It was a dark night, and although the snow was white, it was like a ghost in the night, not only could not reflect the shadow of the devil, but seemed to blind your eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but there was only the howling of wind and snow in the wilderness, and the wolves did not appear for a long time.

It wasn't until everyone was about to let their guard down that the man who was looking into the distance with a telescope suddenly made a stop gesture.

It's clear to everyone that this is what it means to get everyone ready.

Then he seemed to be trying to observe something, and then waved his hand down fiercely, meaning to start attacking.

With a burst of horns, a cloud of rockets stained with fire oil lit up the night sky, whistling away towards the snow.

That's right, the man in the withered grass is none other than the owl eagle, he has the strong eye of the old hunter, although the hungry wolves crawl cunningly in the snow, the snow-white hair and the color of the snow are difficult to distinguish, but still can not escape the eyes of the old hunter known as the owl eagle.

And even if the night is dark, as long as there is a slight light, the wolf's eyes will reflect a faint blue light, so his whereabouts are immediately exposed, this is the owl's plan.

However, when the men stood up from behind the wall one by one and drew their bows, they were still startled by the sight before them.

Because in the wind and snow, there were as many as three or four hundred hungry wolves crawling on the ground, which exceeded the number of ordinary attacks on the stockade.

Those blue eyes, like the stars in the Milky Way, make up a spectacular scene.

"Volley!" the men's hesitation was interrupted by the owl's command, and then they saw countless arrows shoot out like locusts in the rice fields.

It simply folded a beautiful arc at the highest point in the wind and snow, and then tore through the air with boundless momentum and fell towards the wolves.

But strangely, these sharp arrows hit the wolves like they hit a steel plate, sparks and then bounced off and fell to the ground with a thunderclapping sound.

Only those arrows that happen to be shot in the wolf's eyes will cause a scream of rage.

That's right, these vicious wolves are not ordinary wasteland wolves, but level 8 demonic beasts - [Bristle Demon Wolves].

The fur of this demon wolf is like an armor made of steel needles, which cannot be pierced by ordinary swords, axes, bows and arrows, and can only be pierced by silver arrows with magical blessings attached.

It is true that silver arrows are used in the stockade, but where can the magician find it? Although it is so close to the Cangyi Magic Academy, even Fei Yang's chance of seeing a magician is almost once in a few decades.

An ordinary bristle demon wolf may not be able to win even if it is two strong men, and the terrifying degree of these many demon wolves in front of him can be imagined.

It is precisely because of this that the forces of this stockade will be repeatedly defeated and retreat under the attack of the demon wolf, and countless people will be killed and wounded under the claws.

Under the oppression of the demon wolf, the people in the stockade did not dare to step out of the village, and the road to and from other villages to and from the other villages had been interrupted for almost two months because of repeated attacks by wolves, and the food in the city was almost exhausted.

The beef and beer that Hall ate today were the last little left in the stockade, and in two days, hundreds of people would start to go hungry.

As for why the wolves exterminated the village of Feiyang, no one knew this, as if they had suddenly gathered and did not rob the livestock in the village of food, but hurt people without mercy.

And the people in the stockade have no choice, they have been driven into a desperate situation.

Tonight, seven days after the last wolf attack, it seems that the two sides have agreed, and it has become another life-and-death decisive battle.

Although the skin of the demon wolf was as strong as steel, the owl still damaged a few demon wolves on the other side after all, so he continued to raise his hand and said, "Volley!"

This time the demon wolves seemed to have learned wisely, and when the arrows rained down, they all lowered their heads one by one to avoid being hit by the arrows in their eyes.

In this way, there was another flurry of sparks, but not a single demon wolf fell.

Everyone wanted to raise their arrows and shoot them again, but they were stopped by the owl eagle, who raised his hand and said, "Draw your sword!"

With a neat clash of gold and iron, everyone drew their long swords.

But this did not lift people's spirits at all, on the contrary, many people showed despair on their faces, and some even had red eyes, as if they remembered their family and gritted their teeth tightly.

It stands to reason that the fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers here are still the darlings of the family, and they are not at the age of desperate work.

But being forced to this point by the wolves, if they don't fight, what awaits them will eventually be an even more cruel end.