When a ray of moonlight was projected into the mountain forest, Linghu Po lay on the small mound several meters high in front of the left side of the big rock, physically and mentally exhausted.

The moon was very white and bright tonight, and he had been fighting to the death with the wolves, and he had been facing each other for more than an hour, and his hands and feet were numb and stiff from the cold.

There were still eight long arrows in the quiver beside him, so Hu Po pulled them out one by one and stuck them in the frozen soil around him, and the hunting knife at his waist was also untied, pulled out the sheath, and inserted it in the place where he was most comfortable.

After doing all this, looking at the bottom of the mound, thirty meters away from him, the more than ten wild wolves drooling greedily, made Hupo's heart full of despair.

On either side of the front of the large rock, the remains of thirteen wild wolves lay horizontally, and on their skulls, a sharp arrow was inserted.

This is the wild wolf that made Fox Po fall under his arrows in the battle of life and death.

Most of their corpses were eaten by their living companions, and only a pair of skins and scattered skeletons remained.

The scene was too bloody and horrific to be disgusting.

Ling Hupo now regrets that he still has no experience, and he is too careless, and he forgets that in this mountain forest, there are terrifying guys living in it.

Compared with maverick large beasts, wild wolves living in packs pose a much greater threat to hunters.

You can't scare them away, and they just get more and more.

It was the wild goats and the big roe deer that dragged them along, and their blood stains could not be treated, and along the way, the smell of blood naturally attracted these hungry wild wolves.

This winter night with a bright moon and a clear breeze may be the best season for some wealthy families to chant poetry and taste wine.

But for Linghupo, this is another ghost gate.

The wolves not far away howled at the moon, which was terrifying.

He really didn't know how many hungry wolves he would bring in.

Eight arrows can only solve eight wolves at most, and the rest, I will rely on this short-bladed hunting knife to engage in hand-to-hand combat with them.

Oh my God, this is an almost impossible feat.

Linghu Po suddenly found the head wolf standing at the back of the line.

He remembered reading in a novel that if you kill one wolf, the rest of the wolves will disperse in terror.

It's just a pity that this wolf is too cunning, and it has been out of his best range all the time.

Now my hands are a little stiff, which affects my technique.

He pulled out a feathered arrow, tried to put it on the string, held his breath and pulled it with his right hand, and the iron bow was already drawn into the shape of a full moon.

The arrow moved slowly, slowly aiming at the wolf in the distance.

And the green eyes of the head wolf were also staring at him slyly, and when it saw the cold light flashing on the feather arrow, it actually took a few steps back.

Into the mother's!

Ling Hupo put down the iron bow in despair, opened his mouth and took a deep breath, and secretly thought to himself: We can't take risks and waste a precious arrow.

If you can't shoot the first wolf, you'll have one less chance of killing a wild wolf later.

In this way, when you fight hand-to-hand with wild wolves, you will suddenly increase your danger.

He was on the verge of exhaustion, but he still had the stamina, having been tested by intense training and international competitions in his previous life.

In front of him is a life-and-death competition, and the gamble is fate.

Since nightfall, these wild wolves who smelled blood have been fighting until now, and they are also exhausted.

After more than an hour's effort, this group of wolves that arrived before and after, about thirty wolves, had been shot by him, thirteen of them.

Luckily, he found a steep hill that was supposed to keep him out of the wind, so that he wouldn't be attacked on his back.

The head wolf in the distance raised his head to the sky and howled, which shocked Hu Po's heart, although he didn't understand the deep meaning of the wolf's language, but his intuition was not good.

This is the signal of the head wolf to attack the pack.

Seeing the wolves begin to swim, he immediately raised the bow in his hand.

Thirty meters away, at the speed of a wolf running uphill, he could shoot four or five arrows quickly.

If the wolves slow down because of fear in the process, they still have a chance to shoot these eight arrows.

Then, Ling Hupo bit his lip tightly, and there was no more.

Even if he shot these eight arrows, he could only shoot eight wolves, and the remaining ten wolves were enough to tear himself to pieces.

Sure enough, with the long howl of the wolf, the wolves that were swimming dozens of meters away rushed towards the small mound of Linghu Slope with a howl.

Raise your hand... Pull the strings...

"Smack..."

A feathered arrow was fired.

Ling Hupo didn't look at the results at all, he was convinced of his archery skills, and he didn't have time to look at it.

Draw the arrow... First quarter... Raise the bow...

"Smack..."

Second arrow.

The third arrow.

……

With every arrow fired, a wild wolf rolled over and fell to the ground, and without exception, they were killed by an arrow piercing their skull.

As Linghupo expected, several wild wolves that rushed to the front were shot, which made the wild wolves behind panic and hesitate.

They slowed down their charge and began to hesitate.

But the head wolf, who was standing behind, was very dissatisfied, and roared angrily at his companion.

With its roar, the wolves rushed up again.

And in this short breath, Ling Hupo shot all his arrows.

Eight arrows were fired, and eight wolves were killed!

Ling Hupo did not hesitate to throw away the iron bow like a baby pimple, and pulled out the hunting knife beside him with his backhand.

He grasped the hilt of his knife with his right hand, roared loudly, and stabbed a wild wolf in front of him in the chest.

The blade flew over, and Fox Po was entangled.

He did not dare to leave this cliff, and if he did, he would be attacked from all sides.

And now, although there are wild wolves on three sides, he can always cope with it for a while.

Another wild wolf fell, his calves were cold, and his torn cotton pants were torn, exposing his bare legs and feet.

The wolf's sharp teeth narrowly swept over his legs, and blood immediately oozed out.

The fresh smell of blood made the wild wolves suddenly excited, and the prey in front of them had been terrifying to them tonight.

But now, he's bleeding too.

There were still ten wild wolves left to surround them, and the first wolf in the distance was walking lightly, and was also approaching Linghu Slope.

This wolf is much bigger than the other wolves.

With a palpitating howl, the wolves, who had retreated a little, pounced again and slashed at the head of one of the wolves with short knives.

There was a muffled sound of "pop..."

The wolf's head was cut in half, which showed that Linghu Po's strength was strong.

At the moment of life and death, people's potential will explode beyond the limit.

The wild wolf, which was cut in half, whimpered and fell, and the remaining wolves were so frightened that they took a few steps back, staring at the short knife in Ling Hupo's hand, with an unbelievable look in their eyes.

The wolf seemed to think that it was time for him to strike, so he trotted up from behind with graceful steps.

The wild wolves in front of them very consciously moved out of the way.

A man and a wolf, glaring angrily.

I'm not going to die, I'm going to kill you brutes!

Linghu Po secretly cheered himself up, he knew that this last desperate moment had come.