Chapter 432: Wolves

In this cold and primitive land, killing is its main theme. Wolf packs, snow leopards and humans occupy the top of the food chain. Snow rabbits, yaks, and other relatively weak combat animals are always in the embarrassment of being preyed. status.
Humans hunt nature, and nature hunts humans as well. A single snowfield wolf is not a concern, not to mention holding a shotgun, even experienced veterans can hunt a lone wolf alone.
But wolves are completely different.
They are in groups, often dozens or even hundreds of wolves gather together, and even have a precedent of actively attacking the village, a charge down, if not hid well in the room, even holding a strong firearm will also Torn instantly.
The huge wolves are the only masters here.
And in front of it is a huge family of wolves!
The old hunter looked at the pairs of green dots like fireflies, and took a deep breath of air. This group of wolves, no matter how conservative, is estimated to be no less than four or fifty.
"Isn't it that the wolves should have migrated to the north at this time? Why are there such amazing trees?" The old hunter was desperate. Just a few days ago, there were a lot of news about the wolves' migration. In those ten days The whole village is strictly guarded against death and dares not to go out.
That is, the wolf pack has gradually disappeared in the past few days, and then he boldly went out to hunt, but he never expected to run into the wolf pack!
After all, the old hunter lived in this harsh environment from childhood to stool. It can be called licking blood on the tip of a knife, and the experience is naturally rich. At this moment, as the wolves approached, he quickly released the reins of the two hunting dogs, but he bent down slightly and stepped back slowly.
In the face of a very suspicious animal like a wolf, escape will only be torn instantly. On the contrary, the more calm you are, the wolf will become more and more hesitant, and you will not rush into it until you understand your details. Even groups of wolves.
That's exactly what it means to let go of the two hunting dogs. They may run away in the face, and they are more likely to fight to protect their masters, but in either case, they can earn enough time for their owners and even lead away the wolf pack.
The old hunter had already decided to abandon these hounds in exchange for his own survival. However, although he has more experience and resolute treatment, he cannot prevent accidents.
The hounds fled, but the wolves ignored them completely, leaving the two hounds to flee, each of them staring at the old hunter.
"Well, it's the trapped wolf!"
The old hunter realized suddenly that he finally figured out that the lone wolf caught by the trapped beast was just a pathfinder wolf, and the wailing sound it issued was a large force to warn the wolves.
In front of him was only a trivial pathfinder wolf.
After all, the old hunter is also an old churros full of survival experience in the wild, and in danger, he found a dwarf tree with many branches nearby, and quickly climbed with careless hands and feet. At the very moment of death, he finally jumped onto the tree branch.
Countless wolves screamed from below and slammed into the old tree roots. The old hunter embracing a tree branch, startled with a cold sweat, even if it is only a fraction of a minute away, I am afraid that today only torn by the angry wolves.
It's just that the matter is far from over. After the first attack of the wolves, they lingered. Afterwards, as if they didn't know the pain, they continued to hit the roots with their flesh. The branches were swayed to the left and right, and the old hunter's suspended body trembled.
Fortunately, this old tree has been around for some years. The tree is very thick, and it is basically unharmed under the crazy impact of the wolf pack. It was just that when the physical exhaustion of holding the trunk was exhausted, the old hunter took the initiative and took out the match and a small bottle of kerosene from his arms. It was very difficult to spill and ignite.
A sea of ​​fire ignited instantly under the tree.
It's a well-known thing that wolves are afraid of fire. Smoke and flames are enough to disperse the entire wolf pack. One of them should be a wolf. With a long whistle, nearly half of the wolves were scattered.
"Cough." The old hunter couldn't even open his eyes with the thick smoke, and even coughed, but compared to the departure of the wolves, he could still tolerate this bitterly.
"Finally leaving."
The old hunter looked at the wolves that were leaving one after another, only a little relieved. Just less than two minutes later, he glared and called for help.
Those wolves that were supposed to leave, at this moment actually returned to the team one by one, and there was still a lot of dried hay in each mouth, lined up one by one, and spit into the flames very organized and disciplined.
It's like a well-trained marching team.
The old hunter stayed awake, have these guys become refined, how can they behave so neatly? But soon, the old hunter suddenly realized something, his face suddenly changed.
The flames rose again, and the nearby snow gradually melted into water stains, exposing the dark soil below, and the snow and ice covering the old trees evaporated a little, and soon there was only a bare old tree, and the roots were slow. Slowly turns black.
Squeak ...
The old tree that can still be unscathed under the countless impacts of the wolves, at this moment is completely unburnt by the fire and has a tendency to break.
"bad!"
The old tree collapsed, and the old hunter yelled for me to rest, completely desperate, lying on the ground without moving. Too desperate, he has given up on the struggle.
Does the wolf have such a high IQ, and will still use natural tools to inherit the tinder to burn trees? Shouldn't this be a human patent? I heard for the first time that there are so many wolves in the world ...
One second ...
Two seconds ...
Ten seconds ...
The air is terrible.
However, the old hunter did not experience the pain of being torn at all. After falling to the ground for so long, it should have been torn to pieces by the angry wolf pack.
But at this moment I heard a sound of fighting in my ears, followed by a series of miserable howls, more than one.
The old hunter opened his eyes in confusion, and suddenly his eyes widened, as if he saw something incredible. He did not fall to the ground, but was lifted up by a layer of mist, holding him in the air like a cloud of white clouds.
Below, a young man with Huaxia's face stood indifferently, as if the snow was immaculate, like a spirit in the snow and ice, beside him were several wolf corpses that were exploded into pieces, and the wolf rings were full of vigilance.
"Oh my God, is this ice goddess Skadi coming to save me?" The old hunter muttered, as if witnessing a miracle. But then he had the urge to take a sip: "It's a man, and it must be the Winter God Uror ..."
Lin Lang looked indifferently at the wolves, while the wolves on the opposite side were all in the crowd, but they looked like enemies. Lin Lang shot a beam of light casually, and the head wolf was completely dodged, and was being bombarded in the middle of his body.
"what?"
Lin Lang uttered a surprise, he found that the head wolf hit by the spiritual force just fell out and rolled a few times. Although the hair was damaged, the physical body was not a problem.
You know, just now a beam of his spirit penetrated four or five wolves. The head wolf was unharmed, and the snow shivering stood up again.
You must know that the casual master of the realm is not necessarily able to block his random hit, but the head wolf can, the thick fur is visible. Despite the aggressiveness, the wolf can fight the Huajing Grandmaster for 300 rounds.
The wolves whined around, but did not dare to move forward, and could only step back. And the wolf did not escape on the spot, even though he knew the horror in front of him, but still walked back.
When the distance was closer, the head wolf took the initiative to lower his body, straightened his front and back legs, and lay flat on the ice field. Its eyes were long gone, and it was full of obedience and surrender. It whispered softly and shook its tail twice.
The wolves also learned everything. For a while, the wolves cried and ghosted, but they were very peaceful. This is clear in Lin Lang's power, and he volunteered to surrender.
"My heavenly father, obediently, what the is going on? I'm the wolves I met, and should ... not be a group of dogs ..." The old hunter looked stunned, everything in front of him was incredible.
Until this time, Lin Lang waved his hand and whispered softly: "It is hard to miss your cultivation, and it is rare to give birth to spiritual wisdom. Let me go and let you go today."
The head wolf was pardoned, and the wolf turned and fled. Heading to the distant hillside, the head wolf led the wolf group to worship again, seeming to thank the release of grace.
"Oh, obediently, is this a wolf, how can you be more than anyone ..." The old hunter swallowed, and it is estimated that what he saw and heard today is just like Tian Fang Ye Tan. Even if he talks out, no one can believe it.
At this time, Baiyun Fang slowly descended, laying the old hunter firmly on the ground, and then scattered invisible.
"Finally safe."
The old hunter could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and suddenly developed a feeling for the rest of his life. When he calmed down a little, he quickly thanked Dade for Lin Lang and was very grateful.
"Are you the Winter God Urel?"
The old hunter asked in awe. There are two winter gods in Nordic mythology. One is the snow goddess Skadi, and the other male is Ural.
"I'm not."
Lin Lang couldn't help smiling. In Nordic mythology, these two are the gods of the four seasons that dominate ice and snow and justice. They have infinite magical power of ice. Lin Lang stood in ice and snow, and degraded from the sky to rescue the old hunter who was besieged by the wolf pack. Naturally, he was treated as a fairy.
The old hunter looked slightly disappointed, then his eyes suddenly lighted up, and he expressed his gratitude to Lin Lang. Even if it was not the sent by God to save suffering, it would still be his benefactor.
The two chatted for a while, and the old hunter also said: "It's getting late, and there will be a devil's wind nearby at night, and the gate to the nether world will also open, and luck is slightly worse on the bare ground. There is no chance of survival. "
"It's better for you to follow me back to the village and go to the villain for a night's rest. It is not impossible to do something tomorrow morning. It is worse than walking in the devil's wind."
"can."
Lin Lang didn't consider it, and then he agreed directly.
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