Volume 1: Wind Rises in the Mountains and Swamps Chapter 128: Wolf Attacks
Before Lin Yi could finish his words, the wolf howl sounded closer and closer, echoing in people's ears, making people feel uneasy.
Brother Yuan Qing suddenly stood upright on the carriage, clenching the swords in his hands with high morale.
Several bonfires illuminated the area near the high hill, and the night in the distance became increasingly darker. Everyone in the circle looked at it with wide eyes——
In the darkness, suddenly there was a bright green light - green x-on:色 #小￥说&网 - a little green light, like a dancing firefly, and there were more and more green lights.
Suddenly, "Ka La La -!" A bolt of lightning pierced the deep night and illuminated the sky and the earth. Everyone was shocked. Before they could catch their breath, they saw the daylight disappearing in a flash. Wherever the light went in an instant, they were densely packed from near to far, and countless wild wolves came overwhelmingly -
The dots of green light in the wolf's eyes, with a bloodthirsty coolness, penetrated everyone's heart.
On the high hill, Mu Qing'er half-opened her small mouth and forgot to scream. She held onto Senior Sister Xu's arm tightly and wouldn't let go.
Senior Sister Xu wanted to comfort her, but she couldn't help but tremble. The two of them cuddled together, watching in horror as the wild wolf leaping around, baring its teeth and howling, slowly approached.
Even Meng Shan, who has been on the battlefield for a long time and is used to seeing big and small scenes, couldn't help but gasped when faced with the situation in front of him: "Damn it, how many wolves must there be -!"
Ji Tang shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the chill in his heart. He clenched his fists, hesitated for a moment, and whispered to Elder Meng: "Would you like to set off fireworks...?"
Facing such a huge wolf pack, it makes no difference whether there are thirty or forty people or forty or fifty people. If those dozen people break through the blockade of these wolves, who knows what accidents will happen. Thinking of this, Meng Shan shook his head and said decisively: "No need, it won't help!"
Wuchai's eyes were burning, and veins were popping out on his forehead. He held the bow tightly with his left hand, and with his right hand he slowly pulled out one from the row of arrows in front of him and placed it on the bow string. Then he exhaled a long breath and said with a chill in his voice: "These wolves There are no less than two or three thousand, and there must be a wolf king among them. Now...hehe! Just let fate happen!"
Zhen Yuanzi on the side had a gloomy look on his face, his brows were furrowed, and he said nothing. There are so many wild wolves that we can only stay away. Even tigers are afraid of a pack of wolves, let alone thirty or forty people facing thousands of wild wolves. Where can I escape in the vast grassland? The horses gathered together could smell the coming of death. Fear makes these dumb beasts scream and restless.
Like a lightning strike, Yuan Qing and Yuan Feng froze on the cart, muttering to themselves: "This...where did so many wolves come from?"
Seeing so many wolves for the first time, Lin Yi's scalp was numb. He had already extended his spiritual consciousness.
More than three thousand wild wolves gathered towards the fire on the high slope with their only goal. That's not all, there are more wild wolves coming in an endless stream into the consciousness. Lin Yi grinned secretly, these wolves must be too vengeful. That hateful Yao Zi killed a wolf and angered so many wolves. It was incredible.
On a mound a mile away, an unusual wild wolf appeared in Lin Yi's consciousness. This was actually a white wild wolf, significantly taller than the other wild wolves, with its head held high and its front paws resting on the ground, sitting proudly. The wild wolves around him seemed to be afraid to get close and formed a circle around him.
The white wolf stretched its neck and let out a long howl of "Woo--". The wild wolves around it were all shaken, and then the green light in their eyes became brighter. They gathered from all directions and tightly closed the high hill where the Tianlong Sect people were. Surround.
All things are divided into superior and inferior kings and subordinates, forming the order of heaven and earth. This white wolf must be the wolf king Wu guessed, and it was indeed very powerful. With a roar, the pack of wolves bowed their heads. Lin flicked the three-foot Qingfeng with one finger, shook his head and sighed.
Perhaps it was the sound of the long sword that alerted the two brothers and sisters on the carriage. Yuan Qing came back to his senses and was startled again. He pointed to the other side of the stream and shouted: "Look, there are wild wolves there too!"
The stream is not wide, about three to four feet. At the call of the Wolf King, dozens of wild wolves came from nowhere and ran around on the other side.
"It's so bad now, there's no way out!" Yuan Feng blurted out.
"We had no way out! I didn't expect that you and I would be capable of killing wolves today!" Yuan Qing no longer had the original arrogance. At this time, he said a little helplessly.
"Brothers, it's better to be patient. The more wolves you can kill, the more chances of survival you will have!" Lin Yi reminded the two of them softly, his mind not forgetting to pay attention to all the disturbances around him.
The stream should flow from northeast to southwest, with the high slope facing the wolves in the northwest. Lin Yi's left hand should be in the southwest direction. The constant influx of wolves made the open space in front of the cart no longer deserted.
The wolves stopped ten feet away from the fire. They were densely packed, and everywhere you could see were dots of green light and white teeth. Everyone in the Tianlong Sect was also prepared, and no one was taking any chances. No one thinks about whether they can escape. Since the weapons are in hand, one cannot allow too much despair.
Several wild wolves carefully walked around the bonfire, roared at the people on the high slope, and then rushed forward with their hunched bodies, and pounced hard on the high slope.
"Bang——!"
There was a sound of a bowstring, and an arrow, with the sound of whistling wind, passed through the head of the wild wolf running at the front. The wild wolf howled, was lifted up by the sharp arrows, turned somersaults in the air, and rolled down beside the bonfire.
The bowstrings rang continuously, and several wild wolves were shot through the skulls by arrows. Beside the campfire, several wolf corpses suddenly appeared.
Wuchai's bow string rang five times, and he killed five wild wolves cleanly, which made the disciples cheer loudly, and the momentum of everyone on the high slope was lifted. Only this man from the prairie looked calm, without any of the casualness he had when drinking. He set up another arrow and shouted loudly: "It was just a test by the wild wolf, please stay closer and be more careful. They are waiting. …”
"What are you waiting for?" Wuchai's sharp shot made Ji Tang secretly admire. This man from the grassland is rough yet calm, brave yet clever.
Wuchai looked up at the dark night sky, spat angrily, and said with bitterness in his voice: "Wait until it rains..."
Elder Meng was thinking smartly, and his expression changed when he heard the sound, and he hurriedly asked: "Wuchai, you mean, after it rains and the bonfire goes out, the wild wolves will...?"
Wuchai nodded, looked back, and said loudly to Elder Meng: "This is not a fight with people, but a fight with wild wolves on the grassland. There must be at least two people within one foot to stop the wild wolf's offensive." If you are surrounded by wolves, it will be unimaginable. Also, don’t rush into the wolves. Remember Wu Chai, I will not harm you!”
Meng Shan's old face turned hot. Wuchai had mentioned this matter just now, but he didn't take it to heart. Since a fight is unavoidable, when the disciples of the Tianlong Sect perform martial arts, they naturally have to move around in order to display their methods. Therefore, there is a large gap around everyone, making the arched formation look very loose.
Unexpectedly, Wuchai even considered the weather tonight. Mengshan naturally did not dare to neglect, and he hurriedly ordered:
"Disciples, listen to the order, stay close to each other, help each other and keep watch, and are not allowed to attack without authorization!"
"Kala-la-!"
Before Meng Shan could finish his words, another thunder exploded in the air, causing the heaven and earth to shake.
The wind, following the lightning, rose from the ground, picked up grass clippings and dust all over the sky, and hit us head-on. The bonfire went dark, then ignited fiercely, rising and falling just like the heartbeats of everyone.
Everyone held their breath, opened their eyes desperately, and clenched the sword in their hands.
Suddenly, there were one or two "crackling" sounds in my ears, and then, it was like thousands of drums beating in unison, making a roar. Heavy raindrops fell from the sky. It seemed as if a hole had been poked in the sky, and in an instant, heavy rain poured down.
Several more flashes of lightning flashed across the sky, and the sky and the earth were vast. The bonfire was emitting white smoke, and the flames became smaller and smaller amidst the sound of "Puff". And in the rain curtain, the little green light started to beat.
"Woo——!" A distant and desolate wolf howl pierced the night sky and tore apart the pouring rain curtain, which was heart-stirring.
"The wolves are coming, please be careful——!" Wuchai yelled, he threw away his longbow and drew out his scimitar.
The bonfire was out, and in the dark night, no one could see anything. There are no companions around, there is only the sound of wind, only the sound of rain, only the strong wind carrying the heavy rain, raging, beating, and biting...
"Ah——!" A disciple's scream woke everyone up.
"We're getting closer to each other—!"
Wuchai roared again, and a cold wind with a fishy smell came in front of him. Without hesitation, he shouted angrily: "Kill——"
It was raining heavily, and Wuchai could not see anything. At the moment of life and death, the brave and bloody prairie man made him use his scimitar to swing out with his backhand——
"puff--"
A thick stream of hot blood mixed with cold rain poured over Wuchai's head and face. A sneak attack by a wild wolf was split in half.
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