"Ash, what's wrong with you?"

"Black cub, black boy, don't!"

"What's going on? What's wrong with you, Ajaw, why are you mad?"

"What kind of evil spell have you done?"

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The wolves' sudden frenzy caught the wolf herders off guard, and they couldn't react at all for a while. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The wolf herders with their companion giant wolves were even more frightened, looking at the giant wolves that pounced, their mouths opened wide one by one, and their faces were full of disbelief.

The companion giant wolf is their most trusted partner from childhood to adulthood, and even far more than the clansmen who trust themselves, after all, some fights and competitions in the clan are not small, and stabbing in the back also happens from time to time. But wolves are different from people, although they are not so smart and not so powerful, as long as they are recognized as companions, they will never leave and fight together, and will never betray.

For the wolf herders, the companion giant wolf is their emotional sustenance and their best friend. Wolves have a shorter lifespan than humans, and theoretically a person can raise at least two or three companion wolves in their lifetime. But in reality, a wolf herder often has only one companion wolf. It's not that they can't raise a second one, but that after the death of the companion giant wolf that grew up since childhood, whether it is an accident or old age, it will cause great psychological trauma to the wolf herder. Only a few people can get out of this shadow in their hearts and raise a wolf again, and most people will choose to die alone. It can be seen that the companion giant wolf is important in the hearts of wolf herders.

And now, the companion giant wolf, who gets along day and night, almost heart-to-heart, actually howled and pounced on him, and the bloody mouth bit straight to his throat mercilessly!

No one believed it to be true, and such a cruel sight had never been seen in their deepest nightmares.

No wolf shepherd would harm or even kill a wolf, for whom wolves are the holiest and most beautiful species in the world. Many times, they would rather go hungry themselves than feed the wolves. Not to mention the giant wolf that is his most trusted companion, who often takes care of him more carefully than his wife or children.

The wolf herders, who were originally fierce and vicious, were now all panicked, and they tried in vain to hold the companion giant wolf scratching on their body, trying to make their movements as gentle as possible, wanting to gently suppress their companion giant wolf, to calm it down, and to restore them to their former appearance. But apparently, each of them failed, and the companion giant wolf now had only madness in his eyes!

Even if they could control one of them, they couldn't control them all, and more ordinary giant wolves pounced, began to bite, began to scratch, and began a feast of flesh and blood.

Every wolf herder had several wolves hanging on them, several wolves that were originally their companions, some of them were pounced on, and let out bursts of screams, and some of them were not pounced, and the wolves that were bitten on their bodies kept shaking.

Behind them, there were several big men, anxious werewolf controllers, in their mouths, a sound was enough to fake the real wolf howl, roar, scream, constantly transmitted, and with the blessing of internal force, spread throughout the battlefield, but there is no doubt that this technique that has been inherited for thousands of years and tried a hundred spirits is now useless. All the wolves were going berserk, attacking the werewolves around them, not responding to these cries.

Even the legend of the werewolf control, the great elder of the mad wolf clan, shouted hoarsely, and it was useless.

Once a companion, once a friend, now a mortal enemy, a mortal enemy who cannot communicate and negotiate!

"Kill that girl, kill that girl for me!" the Great Elder's voice was hoarse as sandpaper polishing glass, but his will spread across the battlefield.

More than a dozen powerful and sturdy wolf herder masters shook off the wolves crawling all over their bodies, and rushed towards Zhang Ang and them with red eyes.

"That girl must die!" is the will of each and every one of them.

For the little girl who was beyond their imagination, and who might even become the nemesis of all their werewolves, their hearts were full of anger and deep fear!

Stepping on the ground, taking off, falling, stepping on the ground again, taking off again......

Between the splashes of dirt, the furious wolf shepherd master rushed towards Zhang Ang and his party with the determination to die.

However, a wall stood in their way, a wall of countless wolves roaring at them!

Knowing that now was not the time to be soft-hearted, those masters glanced at each other and did not hesitate to enter the wolves.

They had tears in their eyes, but they clenched their fists! They didn't use weapons, but they were full of energy. Countless wolves pounced, and countless more wolves were knocked down, flew, and even killed.

Finally, several of them, scarred, rushed to Zhang Ang and them.

But they were greeted by a brilliant sword, an incomparable sledgehammer, and a shadowless steel needle and dagger.

The wolf herders continued to impact the layers of wolves, but only a few of them were able to break through, and even if they were broken through the wolf pack and came to Zhang Ang and them, under the attack of the three top masters, they could often only usher in death.

Gradually, there are fewer and fewer wolf herders who attack the wolf pack, and more and more wolf herders who struggle and wail in the wolf pack.

There are fewer and fewer people, but there are always so many wolves.

The wolves eliminated the last of the resisting wolf herders and began to push forward, and Zhang Ang and the others began to walk forward slowly.

The farther wolf herders began to flee, and the weaker wolf herders began to flee farther away.

The wolves slowly moved forward, chasing after the fleeing group, and only a gnawed skeleton was left on the ground.

Zhang Ang took out some water, trauma medicine and a white cloth from the ring, and began to carefully help the pale little Susan treat the wound.

The iron claw was a little powerful, and even if it was bumped and changed direction, it still left a deep wound on little Susan's arm, but fortunately it didn't hurt the bone.

Zhang Ang helped her clean the wound, applied the medicine, and bandaged it carefully.

"Susan, how is it, can you still hold on?" asked Zhang Ang softly to his disciple.

Looking at the huge wolves rushing around, little Susan said softly: "It's okay, teacher, I've mastered the method, it's not hard at all, and besides, Uncle Arnold carries me, it's okay." ”

"That's good. Zhang Ang looked at Albert next to him again: "According to this, these tribes should not have martial saint-level masters, and now the wolves are under our control, this time we will ******** and wipe out these wolf herders!" )