The taste of wolf blood is definitely not good, the thick bloody gas has an unswallowable stench, and it is almost nauseous, but Xia Zuo is like a supreme taste, holding the broken skull of the wild wolf and swallowing it heavily.

The hot wolf blood turned into a stream of heat that spread along the limbs, melting the cold and stiff body, and finally filling the stomach with food again in a few days, but it didn't care how the things that came in tasted.

**'s stomach and intestines are like a blender, decomposing the wolf blood that Xia Zuo swallowed into his stomach at a terrifying speed, turning it into nutrients needed by the body.

Streams of heat flow in the meridians, blood vessels, muscles, and bones, like a riverbed that has been dry for a long time, finally waiting for the moisture of the rain, and the exhausted physical strength begins to recover in the strands of heat, and the fighting spirit spontaneously begins to rotate in the body.

"Whew" When the wild wolf drank the last drop of blood that flowed from the wolf's fracture, Xia Zuo pushed away the wolf corpse on his body and got up from the ground.

In the cold winter, under the biting snowstorm, the wolf corpse was cold very quickly, and most of the blood had not had time to flow out, and it had already frozen into popsicles with the corpse.

Although a little wolf blood allowed Xia Zuo to regain some strength, it was far from satisfying the Saiyan's terrifying appetite.

Xia Zuo, who had taken a short rest, dragged the stiff wild wolf over, tore off the frozen wolf legs with his bare hands, and casually killed the wolf hair and leaked out the red and white tough muscles under it, and tore and swallowed it in a big gulp.

In the gravel wasteland in winter, food is the most precious thing, and when he was training in the tribe in the past, in order to obtain enough nutrients, Xia Zuo also ate raw meat with Bigu and others.

But after all, it was cleaned, and after processing, there was no such big bloody gas, but fortunately, the cold made the bloody raw meat not so difficult to swallow, although it was unpalatable and disgusting, but Xia Zuo still chewed the tough raw meat vigorously, and the squeezing of his teeth made the blood flow from the corners of his mouth.

Only by obtaining enough energy for meat can you return to the tribe alive.

Raw meat is indeed more hungry than cooked meat, but after gnawing most of the wolf legs, the roar in Xia Zuo's stomach was slightly relieved.

The sound of soft footpads touching the snow made a ghostly figure silently gliding through the surrounding wind and snow.

Xia Zuo, who was suddenly alert, quickly stood up from the ground with a shocked face, glanced around vigilantly, wiped the wolf blood from the corner of his mouth, and cursed angrily, "Damn! Damn! I'm so fucking lucky!!"

Xia Zuo almost felt that the great Kampas was not in a bad mood and was playing with himself to get angry.

Hidden by the blizzard, there were at least twenty pairs of blue eyes looking at him, with Xia Zuo as the center, a circle that surrounded Xia Zuo in the distance, his mane dancing in the cold wind, and his low head roaring fiercely from the depths of the interlaced canine teeth.

Xia Zuo knew very well why these things appeared, the blood here was all over the ground, and the thick smell of blood could be transmitted for dozens of miles in the wind, for these beasts with a keen sense of smell, it was no different from beating gongs and drums to invite these hungry beasts to dinner.

"Whoop" A terrible wolf howl, a tall, strong, pitch-black giant wolf, sounded the horn of hunting.

The wolves, who couldn't wait under the attraction of blood, galloped and roared, approaching Xia Zuo from all directions.

"Roar" The blood was boiling, although the tired body had only recovered some physical strength, but this did not stop Xia Zuo's surging battle intent in the heart.

With a fearless roar, Xia Zuo reached out to catch the giant wolf that was rushing forward, shook it off, and smashed the sneaking giant wolf behind him out in two wails.

Fists and kicks were waved, and some of the fighting energy recovered swirled in the body, and the heat flow soothed the aching muscles all over the body, but the physical strength and serious injuries that were constantly overdrawn along the way were far from being able to recover with a little wolf blood and wolf meat.

The fists and kicks that used to be as fast as lightning, the slow ones were like playing old-fashioned slides, the fists that could easily break iron and gravel, and the heavy ones were like hanging a mountain on them.

Xia Zuo stood in place, trying to use the least movement and consumption to fend off the wolves besieging on all sides.

Even though the wolves who were not afraid of death were fierce, the wolf blood and wolf flesh that Xia Zuo had just swallowed in his abdomen had an effect in the exercise, and the food that was constantly decomposed turned into nutrients, and the physical strength that was slowly recovering slightly relieved Xia Zuo's pressure, and the giant wolves that flew up one by one were knocked out.

But Xia Zuo's tired and weak fists could not inflict fatal damage on the wild wolf, although he wailed and was knocked away, but the wild wolf who fell in the snow soon stood together again, and joined the battle group more and more fiercely.

The wolf is not a predator that will entangle with its prey for a long time, but the giant wolf clearly does not want to give up this rare food in the winter wasteland.

"Whoa" howled fiercely, the leader of this group of wolves, a huge black wolf almost a man tall, rushed forward, hungry and greedy saliva splashed, and the hideous fangs flashed with a cold cold light, with a fierce howl to bite Xia Zuo's neck.

In the face of the wolf king's wild and ferocious attack, Xia Zuo, who had a serious face, moved his position for the first time, calmly slid sideways, dodged the giant wolf's flutter, and hit the wolf king's neck with his right hand like a knife and lightning, and at the same time his left knee flew up and hit the giant wolf's ribs fiercely.

The heavy sense of strength, Xia Zuo's fist could clearly feel the softness of the wolf fur and the heaviness of the huge body.

The sturdy body spun and flew upside down nearly twenty meters away, and the wolf king who fell into the snow staggered to his feet, and the sharp pain on his body where he was hit stimulated the brutal "whoop" of the beast in his throat, squeezing out a hoarse and hideous howl, and the surrounding wolves immediately besieged it again.

"Huh" Xia Zuo, who was knocked back by the giant wolf, took a deep breath, the look of pain flashed from his face, and the two crossed claw marks on his chest gave Xia Zuo a blow when the giant wolf leader was knocked away.

The strength and impact of this wild wolf were far beyond Xia Zuo's expectations, and of course, the most important thing was that the tired body was too weak, otherwise this blow would be enough to shatter the wolf's head.

The chest was surging with fresh blood, stimulating the ferocity of the wolves, and after suffering a loss, the wolf king, who was carefully waiting behind the wolves, obviously would not make an impulsive mistake again, howling and directing the wolves to besiege and fight, and consume the physical strength of the prey.

"Roar" Just when Xia Zuo was resisting the siege of the wolves, the fierce battle cry suddenly sounded from the wind and snow.

The big soles of the feet crunched on the snow, and a white figure more than two meters tall roared and rushed out savagely wrapped in the blizzard, covered with white hair like steel, and the tall body was not afraid of the cold and only wore simple spotted animal skins, and the big white tail behind the buttocks swayed, although it was the appearance of the Munk clan, it had a huge body of more than two meters and five, far more majestic than the ordinary busy Munk people.

The white giant stick with Xia Zuo's thigh-thick thigh in his hand flew up and down, and one after another sharp phantoms easily smashed the wild wolves that flew up from all sides.

The blocked wolves slowly swam left and right around the white-haired Munk, letting out a terrible and ferocious hoarse wail.

"Roar" The white fighting spirit danced in the blizzard, hammered the solid chest fiercely, and fiercely roared at the wolf king, two sharp tiger teeth shining with cold light, and finally made the wolf king's cruel eyes begin to hesitate, and roared hoarsely, although unwilling, the wolf king still made the most correct decision.

The besieging wolves howled, like a tide, staring at the white Munk retreat without hesitation, and only after opening a distance of more than ten meters did they turn their heads and run wildly, but in a few breaths, they disappeared without a trace in the wind and snow.

"Little man, are you alright?" smug the giant stick over his shoulder, the tall white Munch turned his head and smiled at Xia Zuo.

After determining the identity of the other party, the "Kampas Man" had already overdrawn his physical strength countless times, and forcibly supported himself to walk with his will Until now, Xia Zuo's eyes were dark, as if the essence of life in his body suddenly dissipated, and his limp body fell headlong into the snow.

"Damn my god Kampas," a cry of astonishment vaguely reached his ears, and Xia Zuo's consciousness was completely eroded by the darkness.

"My god Campas, is this kid a monster?" hurriedly walked into Xia Zuo's tall Munk, and after briefly examining Xia Zuo's injuries, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

On the almost completely ** body, there are no less than dozens of large and small wounds, and there are countless bruises, and the dense wounds are intertwined like spider webs.

Among them, there were no less than seven or eight fatal wounds, and a large amount of blood loss made the lips turn a strange blue and white, and the white-haired Munch counted the wounds sluggishly, completely unimaginable that a person with such injuries could still fight those ferocious wolves.

At least in his case, such an injury would have been enough for him to return to the arms of the god Kampas many times!

Living in the Gravel Wasteland, even a lowly and dirty orc can easily know some knowledge of dealing with wounds, not to mention being able to deal with his own injuries easily, which is also one of the compulsory courses as a warrior.

Full of respect, Xia Zuo cleaned up his wounds, and the white-haired Munch continued to refresh his reverence for Xia Zuo in his heart, judging from the tail behind the other party's buttocks, the two of them are the same Campas Munk clan, and the strength of this little Munch is unknown, but he is definitely a strong-willed warrior.

For the Kampas, who are warlike by nature and almost everyone is a natural warrior, such a person is undoubtedly more easily respected by everyone.

After simply dealing with Xia Zuo's injury, the white-haired orc seemed to remember that lying naked in the snow was a very cold thing, and he picked up Xia Zuo and sandwiched it under his arm, carrying a big stick and happily facing the wind and snow.

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