The night was slightly cool, the sky was full of stars, and a few night insects were singing loudly and unknowingly.

Chirp, chirp.

Both sides were silently holding each other, and each suppressed their breath to the extreme, as if it only took a primer to ignite the flames of battle. The two sides were in a stalemate for more than half an hour, and the last gray-haired brown wolf finally couldn't bear it anymore, or suddenly raised its head to the sky and howled when it received some order.

Oh!

Under this long roar, the wolves immediately kicked their hind hooves as if they had been commanded, and rushed to the two humans in the middle from all directions.

A brown wolf that rushed to the front, with a frenzied killing intent, pounced on Ronald with a sharp front paw, leaping high in the air, but missed. Before it could gain its footing, Ronald's sword pierced its spine. It jerked to its knees, and then a trail appeared on the ground, and the brown wolf collapsed, twitching, and after a burst of foam, did not move again.

Turning his head to look at the mage, Ronald bravely stood in front of the mage with his sword.

Another brown wolf noticed the slightly curly-haired human boy from a distance. It roared and pounced with lightning speed, but Ronald only turned sideways slightly, and then the long sword slashed upward, instantly cutting a bloody mark on the brown wolf's neck. Its sharp front paws swung forward blankly, followed by a flash of bright red.

Bang!

It fell to the ground one by one, and its mouth was full of mud. Unfortunately, it no longer felt the discomfort of stuffing its throat into the dirt, and when it landed, it was also the time of death.

Looking at the dense red mangs in front of him, Ronald jumped up and took the initiative to jump into the wild wolves.

Burst!

The sword stabbed straight into the head of a brown wolf, nailing it to death. Until he died, the brown wolf's limbs were constantly churning, clutching at the ground. The long-standing blue fluorescence on the long sword seemed to be unbearable, and it suddenly burst open, and the blue ice blade on Ronald's body flashed out and slashed towards the surroundings.

More than a dozen ice blades glowing with cold glow looked particularly crystal clear under the moonlight. These thin and sharp ice blades, with a biting chill, nailed the brown wolves who had no time to dodge a bright red.

Woo!

The wolves couldn't dodge and let out a wail. In an instant, the five brown wolves were shattered by the ice blades that shot out from Ronald's body, and the severed limbs were mixed with blood and scattered to the ground.

The mage was still unhurried, and after he summoned the whip of thorns, he cautiously hid under the protection of the summon, and from time to time he shot several magic arrows to destroy the brown wolves who tried to sneak up on Ronald and himself.

In just half a moment, Ronald and the others killed nearly twenty brown wolves. Wiping a handful of fine sweat from his forehead, Ronald had some doubts in his heart.

What's going on with all this useless scum?

Taking advantage of the gap between battles, Ronald took a few breaths of air vigorously, and the heat in his lungs also lowered slightly as the air entered.

The battle was not good, and the wolves quickly changed their attack, and they jumped up almost at the same time, giving up the entanglement mage and pounced on Ronald instead. Under the bright moonlight, the bodies of more than a dozen brown wolves completely occupied Ronald's sight.

The thick and sharp front claws and fangs, driven by the crimson killing intent, were all aimed at the black-haired human standing below.

Glancing at those crazy figures, Ronald's eyes burned with scorching fire and boiling war intent. He kicked his heel lightly and leaned back, deftly rolled backwards, dodging the collective pounce of the wolves, and immediately tensed up as he half-knelt up, completely abandoning his defensive posture.

In the aqua blue pupils, there was only indifferent killing intent.

While the wolves had just landed and had no time to continue their attacks, Ronald bravely rushed left and right in the middle of the pack with his sword. Under his incomparably smooth slash, a sword light and blood shadow rose in the wolf pack, followed by a whining wail. In the blink of an eye, the brown wolves were almost completely killed and wounded.

The cold silver moon was embedded in the sky at some point, like a piece of flawless jasper, covering the dark forest with a layer of silver feathers, and dragging a long black shadow for Ronald on the battlefield.

Looking at the severed limbs on the ground, Ronald coldly swung his sword and shook off the sticky blood stains on the blade. But soon, his eyes became cold again, and he was ready to attack again. As far as his line of sight could see, about a hundred meters ahead, a group of brown wolf shadows appeared.

Looking at the faint red in the eyes of the wolves in front of him, he couldn't help but complain: "Whew!

The mage, who had never made much effort, had a solemn expression at the moment, and he suddenly sensed that there was a powerful creature hidden in it.

Did you finally come out, and I thought about preparing first, but unfortunately I was preempted......

The mage Christine clenched the staff in his hand and immediately blessed Ronald with a body shield. At the same time, he probed his mind into his spatial ring and took out a magic crystal in case he needed it.

Ronald felt the change in the aura on his body, and understood that he had been blessed with a body shield by the mage. Finding that the mage was suddenly so cautious, he couldn't help but turn his head a little suspiciously, and after seeing the mage's unusually serious expression, Ronald guessed a few points: "Demon?"

The mage shook his head: "I don't know, you have to be careful." ”

After thinking about it, he took out a scroll from the spatial ring and threw it into Ronald's hand: "The scroll of the spotted leopard's sensitivity can last for an hour, and you can tear it directly." ”

Ronald nodded, placing the scroll in his pocket.

Seeing that Ronald didn't mean to use it immediately, the mage didn't force it. He quickly looked around, then took a few steps back, choosing a place with his back to the tree and the thorn bush on his left, quietly waiting for the next battle.

After a few long howls to the moon, Ronald noticed that the wolf pack seemed to be on the rise.

The new wolves seemed to have been commanded, and instead of rushing forward, they approached gradually, slowly but oppressively.

Ronald glanced at the mage and saw that he was already under the protection of the thorn bushes. Ronald breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately focused his gaze on the slowly approaching wolves ahead, his eyes narrowing slightly, trying to find out the mastermind hiding in the middle. But with the slight rustling of the wind, only the brown wolves patiently and slowly moved forward, and Ronald did not find the slightest trace of the powerful enemy that the mage spoke of.

"Woo. ”

The low roar suppressed the atmosphere in the forest to a particularly dull one.

The predators in the forest just kept moving in step with each other, gradually persecuting Ronald and them, trying to cause them psychological oppression.

Ronald snorted lightly, scoffing at the trick played by the enemy. He wrinkled his nose and glanced at the severed limbs on the ground, suggesting to the brown wolves with that disdain that he didn't care about their tricks.

Taking a light breath, Ronald twisted his shoulders a few times and moved his somewhat stiff body slightly.

Call.

His grip on the weapon loosened, and he quickly tightened it, and his right leg stepped forward, maintaining a posture ready to attack at any moment.

It was only less than a hundred meters away, but the wolves marched for about half an hour. Up to ten meters close to the enemy, they didn't pick up any uneasiness or nervousness from the two humans.

"Woo. The slightly open wolf's mouth was dripping with fishy saliva. A few brown wolves couldn't bear it anymore, and kept digging the dirt in place, and from time to time they raised their heads at Ronald with a red fierce light that was devouring them.

Seeing their appearance, Ronald just lowered his weight slightly.

Suddenly.

The wolves, surrounded by a half-moon without warning, kicked their hind hooves and pounced on Ronald and them fiercely. Those huge bodies jumping in mid-air occupied Ronald's sight.

A large fireball shot out from the staff that had been prepared for a long time, roasting the first few brown wolves to the ground and screaming and falling. And Ronald took advantage of the short gap exposed in front of him, grabbed the blue weapon and rushed forward, and a clear blue cross remnant trajectory cut off the three brown wolves blocking the front limbs!

The blade of the sword, which sank deep into the flesh, sliced the chests of the hapless brown wolves open. A layer of invisible frost quickly appeared at the wound like a thin line, and in the next moment, the wound was sprayed with a rain of blood due to the pressure of blood.

"Poof!"

With the sound of the heavy landing and the screams of the brown wolves, there was no breath of life in their red eyes.

"Come on, come on!" Ronald's cold eyes flashed the blood rain in mid-air, and his face was indifferent: "Even if there are more, it's the same!"

Streaming down!

Two magic arrows shot the unwilling two brown wolves upside down and flew a few meters.

"Whew!"

A white magical light flooded over them, and blood foam erupted from their irrepressible mouths as it flew upside down.

With a beautiful turn, Ronald brought out a blue slanting moon slash from the bottom up, slashing a brown wolf that pounced forward with its skin turned out, and its limbs fell to the ground wide.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, three arrows struck rapidly from behind a tree a hundred meters away.

Ronald, who was on the rise, couldn't help but chuckle in his heart. He didn't have time to blame his carelessness, so he quickly rolled to the side.

Those brown wolves, who have always been regarded as cannon fodder by Ronald, took the opportunity to pounce on the somewhat embarrassed Ronald when Ronald was eager to dodge the arrows. The mage hurriedly shot a beam of magic arrows to help Ronald finish off the brown wolf that had been fanging wide.

Not good!

Looking at the other four brown wolves that pounced on him from different directions, Ronald didn't dare to get up, so he could only choose to continue rolling and dodging.

Snort.

The chains on his shoulders were torn off by the sharp front claws.

Taking advantage of the moment when they had landed, Ronald decisively raised his sword and swung his sword to force back the brown wolves who tried to besiege them. Ronald was about to stand up, but in his ears, he faintly heard the sound of arrows breaking through the air.