With Atwood's reminder, Chris immediately adjusted his tactics.

Relying on the advantage of a two-handed knife with a length of one meter six, he directly used the long knife as a spear, and at the moment when Theon's future Loki daran wolf was knocked away or swept away, he could always let the tip of the knife quickly and accurately pierce under the wolf's head or into the wolf's belly.

The tacit cooperation between the two of them, both offensive and defensive, soon made the three Loki Daran wolves hate the Great Wasteland.

Instead of worrying about their mistakes, Atwood turned his attention to Jacob to see if he needed help.

But what I didn't expect was that Jacob's side was the most comfortable.

He is usually a hanger and a bandit, but at this time he frowned slightly, and the two one-handed swords held by him were sometimes like swifts through the forest, sometimes like egrets flying, with the flexible pace under his feet, making people feel that he was not killing at this time, but a dancer who was showing his dancing posture.

Very deadly dancer.

There were already the carcasses of five Lokidaran wolves at his feet.

This made Jessica, who was standing one step behind him, seem a little redundant, and ten minutes passed, and her two long daggers didn't even have a chance to stab. However, there was no surprise in her expression, as if she felt that such a result was normal.

Perhaps, purely in terms of strength, Jacob is the strongest of the five of them.

Seeing this scene, Atwood shrugged his shoulders, stopped and quietly watched Chris and the others busy, and took a sip of the wine bag on his waist.

He felt that he could spend the night in peace, if these travelers did not make a difference.

As for the defensive line in the rest of the camp where they were located, he was not worried about whether the mercenaries and caravan guards would be able to hold it, and whether the hidden danger of pack horses encircled on the side of the Kodo beasts would erupt.

First, it was natural that it was useless for him to worry.

Another reason was that even if the camp could not be held, the five of them would survive.

The wolves are smart enough to chase people into chaos and not continue to die with them here.

After all, in the eyes of the Loki Daran wolf, the five of them were just as much food for the stomach as everyone else or pack horses, and there was no difference.

Woo~~

Whining~~

After another ten minutes or so, when the fifteenth wolf died in the line of defense that Atwood was in charge of, a deep wolf moan sounded outside the fire.

It was the voice of a wolf.

Because with this low groan, the wolves, whether they were fighting or running, suddenly turned around and ran into the darkness.

The delay in breaking through the human defense line and the result of many casualties made the head wolf realize that this is a hard bone with cracked teeth, and there is no need to continue.

Is this a retreat?

Chris, who did not have the figure of Loki Daran wolf in front of him, stopped the long knife on the ground, and instead of feeling relieved, he felt a little melancholy.

Half an hour of killing just made him feel happy!

Of course, not everyone was as sorry as he was, and Sien felt that it was the right time for the wolves to retreat.

He was in his forties, and he was using a heavy mace, and if the wolves didn't retreat, he wanted Atwood to take a step to slow himself down.

"Chris, keep an eye on it, I'll get the water bladder."

He smiled and said yes, and turned back to the fire in the camp.

"Okay."

Pulling out the long knife and dragging it to the ground, Chris gave him a reassuring smile.

At this time, above the sky dome, the thick clouds had dispersed a lot, allowing the bewitching blood moon to wantonly pour red light on the great wasteland, complementing the fierceness of the man-wolf battle.

Yes, tragically.

Chris and the others easily repelled the attack of the wolves, and the small group they were in showed no signs of collapse for the time being, but in the cold wind that had been howling wantonly on the Great Wasteland, it had already faintly carried the screams of people before death and the sound of chaotic horses' hooves.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves appeared, which meant that the pack horses had lost control and were stumbling around the camp, and it also meant that the small group they were in was about to be destroyed.

Especially now that it's not long after nightfall, and the morning light will be a long time before it comes.

Chris quietly recognized the murmur of the cold wind, listened to the last screams of man and wolf, and wondered if this was the fulfillment of Atwood's intention to "drive the wolves away".

It's just that he no longer has the guilt of blaming others.

Fang's battle had taught him that even if Atwood didn't have the intention of driving the wolves away, the clever wolves wouldn't stay with them for long.

"What are you doing! Come back! ”

Suddenly, a roar interrupted Chris's thoughts.

Following the sound of his head to the side, he realized that Atwood was running out of the camp in a hurry, followed by Jacob.

Because Jessica didn't know when she actually walked out of the camp, and was now buried in the fire, pulling arrows from the wolf's corpse. When she heard Atwood's angry scolding, she looked up in amazement, and did not speak, but shook the arrow in her hand, indicating that she was only collecting arrows, not digging the wolf's canine teeth.

Well, Loki Daran's canine teeth can fetch a good price in the Dwarven realm.

It is said that the group of forges thought that decorating their canine teeth on their crafted weapons would make them more valuable.

From Chris's position, it was easy to see the arrow in Jessica's hand glowing faintly.

I also understood the reason why she walked out of the camp.

Four or five of the arrows she carried were made of pure metal, and the craftsmanship was very complicated and expensive, and they were all poured out when the wolves rushed through the fire.

Now that the wolves had retreated, she wanted to go and find them.

Anyway, there were still embers of fire that could faintly illuminate the ground, and it was only thirty paces away, so there shouldn't be any danger in walking past.

It's just that when Chris saw the arrow in her hand glowing, he also saw many pairs of green flames lit up in the darkness.

The Rocky Daran wolf didn't go far!

Or rather, they didn't leave at all, and they just escaped into the darkness, just adjusting their hunting tactics and letting the humans let their guard down.

"There are wolves!"

He also yelled, and immediately dragged the knife and ran away, his voice full of anxiety.

Because at this time, a black figure had already pounced on Jessica, and the miserable white canine teeth were clearly visible in the moonlight.

But faster than it was a one-handed sword from Jacob.

He rushed over a long time ago, and found the wolves approaching again before Chris, and when he found that he was too late to rush to Jessica's side to rescue, he immediately threw his one-handed sword over. The one-handed sword plunged through the wolf's forelimbs, crooking its body and narrowly avoiding Jessica's kiss.

At this point, Atwood arrived and protected Jessica behind him.

This old bird, who is very good at timing, kills the injured and fallen wolf with a smooth movement.

But the two Loki daran wolves were also very good at seizing the moment, and when he killed the wounded wolf, they suddenly rushed over and attacked him from left to right, so that he could not avoid it.

"Damn it!"

Atwood, who didn't have time to react at all, could only curse fiercely in a hurry, completely ignoring the one on the left, and directly stuffed both long and short swords into the mouth of the wolf on the right.

Chris's knife came quickly, slicing the wolf in two pieces from the waist in one fell swoop.

But Atwood was already on the ground.

A wound had been cut open on the back of his shoulder, and blood was pouring out.

Before the old bird fell into a coma, he muttered a sentence in his mouth, vaguely as if "Ice and snow goddess, you bitch, I know that you won't let me go!" ”