MTL - Bloodline Lord of War-Chapter 182 The Wolves of the Night

  Chapter 182 The Wolves of the Night

  The chilly night wind whimpered and blew across the dark wilderness, like a woman's cry, it sounded chilling.

  Robin and the coalition soldier Rubia stood on the top of a slope. The two of them held weapons in their hands, their expressions were dignified, and they were ready to fight.

  In front of them, in the sea of ​​grass about 20 meters away, more than a dozen prairie wind wolves formed a semicircular formation and slowly surrounded them.

   And behind these leading prairie wolves, there are many dark shadows moving quickly in the dark grass, and pairs of dark green eyes light up and go out, and it is hard to see how many prairie wolves there are in total.

  Before joining the army, Rubia was an experienced hunter who had hunted in the wilderness for ten years. He squinted a pair of bright eyes, and his sharp gaze swept left and right in the dark grass in front of him, and he probably had a judgment in his heart.

  Baron Lauren, with his thin red hair and a large sword in one hand, led a group of coalition soldiers to the top of the **** quickly.

   "Prairie Wind Wolf! Mad, these **** cubs dare to attack us." Baron Lauren cursed angrily, his precious sleep time was disturbed, and he was very irritable at the moment.

   "Rubia, how many wolf cubs are there?" Baron Lauren turned his head and asked Rubia beside him.

   "At least thirty of them can be seen. I don't know if there are any in other directions." Lubia replied calmly.

   Baron Lauren turned his head, waved at the coalition soldiers behind him, and shouted: "Everyone is ready to fight, shield soldiers and spearmen step forward, crossbowmen shoot freely, kill these **** wolf cubs!"

Under the command of Baron Lauren, the coalition soldiers immediately formed a defensive formation. The shield soldiers and spearmen stood in front, forming a human wall on the top of the slope, and the crossbowmen hid in the safe area behind, and began He drew the bow and wound it, and shot at the prairie wind wolf in front of him.

  These prairie wind wolves are very smart, and they seem to have experience in fighting human soldiers. Seeing human soldiers raise their longbows and crossbows, they immediately ran quickly as if they recognized these weapons.

  After adding wind-attribute magical power to the limbs, the prairie wind wolf runs very fast, like a gust of wind, it shuttles quickly through the half-person-high grass, and it is very difficult to shoot them.

Robin stood behind the defensive wall formed by coalition soldiers. He saw that the lame Abal was also in the crossbowmen's camp. The standard longbow, the bow string has been fully drawn, is aiming and shooting.

  He focused on aiming for dozens of seconds, but the arrow shot to nothing. With a bang, the arrow shot into the dark grass ahead and disappeared.

  Compared with his own superb swordsmanship, Abal's shooting skills are simply terrible, even below average.

  Robin saw that he shot three arrows in a row and all missed the target, and suddenly felt that this well-crafted imperial longbow was a waste of money in his hands.

  So, Robin strode over, stretched out his hand to Abal, and said, "Abal, lend me your longbow."

  As soon as Abal saw that it was Robin, he handed over the longbow and quiver without saying a word.

  Robin took the bow and arrow, bent the bow and set the arrow proficiently. He saw a black shadow flashing past in the grass ten meters away, and immediately raised the bow and shot it.

  It was impossible to capture the trajectory of the arrow in the dark. Standing beside Robin, Abal saw the black shadow in the grass froze suddenly, and then fell to the ground.

  He was able to see clearly that it was indeed a prairie wind wolf, with an arrow stuck in its head, which was exactly the one Robin shot.

   "Good arrow skills!" Abal exclaimed in surprise, he turned his head to look at Robin's resolute side face, his eyes were full of admiration.

  Robin ignored Abal's praise, and immediately pulled out the second arrow from the quiver, and began to search for the next prey.

  He quickly locked on to the second prairie wolf, but just as he was about to let go of the bowstring, he heard a "swoosh", and an arrow shot past him one step ahead, hitting the side of the prairie wolf.

  Robin turned his head and looked over, and found that the arrow was shot by Rubia.

  The former hunter experience allowed Rubia to practice a superb shooting skill. None of the prairie wind wolves that he was eyeing could run away, and he shot and killed the second one immediately.

  It's a pity that not every crossbowman of the coalition soldiers has such superb shooting skills as Robin and Rubia.

The field of vision is poor in night combat. Prairie wind wolves are scurrying around in the dense grass. Not only do they run fast, but they are also covered by grass. It is extremely difficult to shoot them. Only hit the air.

  While avoiding the arrows shot by the crossbowmen, the prairie wind wolf quickly detoured to the side of the coalition formation, trying to attack the coalition soldiers from the flank.

  The intelligence of this group of monsters is beyond Baron Lauren's imagination, and they even know how to outflank.

  However, such a tactic may be very effective in hunting black-horned antelopes in the wilderness, but it is a bit too childish for dealing with battle-tested human soldiers.

Baron Lauren immediately ordered to change the formation, and the spearmen and shield soldiers on the front line began to move immediately. They formed a circular formation on the top of the slope, protecting the crossbowmen in the circular formation, so that They can output with peace of mind, and at the same time guard the rear of the troops.

This circular formation is like an iron tortoise. The prairie wind wolf can't get cheap no matter which direction it goes from. Moreover, human soldiers are not timid black-horned antelopes. The prairie wind wolf keeps trying to harass outside the formation. Standing still, solid like a solid rock.

  The pack of wolves swam around outside the circular formation for a while, and found that there was no weak point to attack. At this time, in the direction of the north, a long wolf howl suddenly sounded from deep in the dark grass.

   "Aww—"

  The howling of wolves seemed to be the battle horn issued by the head wolf. After hearing the howling of wolves, the wolves immediately changed their fighting style and began to attack the circular formation.

They pounced on the circular formation from all directions, and more prairie wind wolves ran out from the depths of the grass. The number of wolves was far more than the 30 that were found before. Robin stood in the formation and glanced roughly again. In such a short time, the number of wolves around has increased to nearly one hundred!

  At this time, Robin realized that the thirty prairie wind wolves that had appeared earlier were just the vanguard of this army of wolves.

   This is a very large pack of wolves. In the wilderness, the size of an ordinary pack of wolves is generally around 30, and it is considered a large pack of wolves when it reaches 50. Only in the winter when food is scarce, each pack of wolves may choose to cooperate in order to survive, and then form a super-large pack of more than one hundred wolves.

  In addition to cooperating for food, the annexation between wolves may also create super-large wolf packs.

   Prairie wind wolves are a bit like human lords, they also like to constantly expand their territory. If a super-strong wolf pack appears in an area, they will quickly annex other small wolf packs, and then the size of the wolf pack will snowball, getting bigger and bigger.

  However, such a large group generally cannot last for too long. Usually, after the old wolf king dies, the rest of the wolves will fight each other for the throne, and finally the wolf group will fall apart.

   This point is also very similar to those short-lived great empires in human history.

   The chance of encountering a super-large pack of wolves in the wasteland is very small, but I didn't expect Robin and the others to meet them today.

The wolves rushed towards the circular formation of coalition soldiers wave after wave like a tide, trying to bite a gap in the formation, but their flesh and blood could not withstand the spears and broadswords, nor could their fangs and claws tear apart the formation. Open the shield in the soldier's hand.

  The spearmen and the shield soldiers cooperated very well. The shield soldiers would use their round shields to block the bite of the prairie wind wolf, while the spear soldiers would take the opportunity to stab the prairie wind wolf with a sharp spear tip. The line of defense they formed was impenetrable, and the wolves could only hit their heads and bleed when they rushed forward.

  At the same time, the crossbowmen continued to attack the wolves inside the circular formation.

  When the prairie wind wolf was running, it was really difficult for the crossbowmen to shoot, but now that the prairie wind wolf had already pounced on the face, if they couldn't hit it again, there would be no need for the crossbowmen.

  A prairie wolf jumped up suddenly, trying to jump into the inside of the circular formation. At this time, the spearmen in the front row were dealing with another prairie wolf and failed to stop it.

   It jumped more than two meters high, and its vigorous figure surpassed the heads of the spearmen in the front row, opening its long mouth full of fangs. But before it hit the ground, Robin shot an arrow and hit it in the chest.

  The prairie wind wolf let out a painful cry, and immediately lost control of its body, fell from mid-air, and fell in front of Robin's feet.

  Because it was filling in for the spearmen in the front row, Robin's arrow shot was a bit hasty and not powerful enough, and the arrow didn't go deep enough into the flesh, which resulted in the grassland wind wolf not dying immediately. It opened its wolf mouth and wanted to bite Robin's calf, even if it was dead, it would pull a human back.

Robin immediately raised his right foot, and was about to smash the head of the prairie wolf with one foot, when an imperial long sword next to him suddenly came down, piercing through the head of the prairie wolf, nailing it firmly to the ground. on the ground.

   "Lord Baron, are you alright?"

  Robin turned his head and saw that Abal was holding the hilt of the imperial sword in his hand, looking at him worriedly.

  He immediately laughed and replied, "Thanks, I'm fine."

   Prairie wind wolves are just the lowest level of monsters. Their magical talent only allows them to run faster and last longer, and they can chase their prey marathon in the wasteland. In addition, they are not very different from ordinary wild wolves, and even prairie wind wolves live together with ordinary wild wolves.

  So, as long as the coalition soldiers cover each other, fight bravely, and rely on their equipment advantages, it will almost reduce the dimensionality of the wolves.

  After throwing down the corpses of nearly thirty wolves, the wolves finally realized that they couldn't eat this human team. There was another loud wolf howl in the depths of the dark grass, and the attack of the wolves stopped abruptly.

This group of prairie wind wolves is comparable to the most elite human troops. They attack like fire and retreat like wind. Before the soldiers of the coalition army could react, the wolves had receded quickly like a tide, and quickly disappeared in the surrounding darkness. middle. Even, when they retreated, they took away their injured companions.

  However, even though the prairie wind wolf was no longer visible as far as the line of sight was concerned, Baron Lauren still did not order the battle to end, and the soldiers were still tense. Because they all know that the prairie wind wolf is only retreating tactically, and the sound of "rustling" can still be heard in the surrounding grass. This group of cunning beasts must still be hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to attack again.

  After all the wolves retreated, Robin suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the grass in the north. He turned his head and saw a prairie wolf coming out from the depths of the grass.

This prairie wolf is obviously different from other wolves. It is almost twice the size of ordinary prairie wolves. It has gray and white bristles all over its body. Its left eye is blind and there is a finger-long scar on its eye socket. . In addition, Robin also felt the surge of magic power from it.

  Although there was no hard evidence, Robin guessed at a glance that it must be the wolf king of this wolf pack.

   Suddenly a special prairie wolf appeared, and the coalition soldiers couldn't help being taken aback. They had never seen such a big prairie wolf, and its size was almost comparable to that of a calf.

  The wolf king walked ten meters away from the circular formation in a leisurely manner. It walked very slowly, and it didn't look like it was going to pounce. The coalition soldiers showed puzzled expressions, they didn't understand what the wolf king was going to do.

   At this time, Rubia pulled the bowstring. No matter what the wolf king wanted to do, he was right to shoot him to death anyway.

   Rubia shot an arrow at the wolf king, and almost at the same time as he let go of the bowstring, the elemental fluctuations around the wolf king suddenly became irritable.

  The wolf king opened his mouth suddenly, and a spherical wind ball spewed out from his long mouth, shooting towards the circular formation of coalition soldiers like a shell.

The wind bomb flew extremely fast, setting off a gust of howling wind, and the weeds toppled to the sides where it passed. The arrow shot by Lubia hit the wind bomb in mid-air, and was instantly torn apart by the violent wind pressure. smash.

  The soldiers of the coalition army did not expect the prairie wind wolf to have such abilities, and they were all stunned. Moreover, the speed of the wind bombs was flying too fast, and they had no time to react.

   Just when the wind bomb was about to hit the shield soldiers in the front row, Robin suddenly jumped out of the circular formation, holding the magic sword in both hands, and slashed at the wind bomb.

   A shining silver current was emitted from the magic sword, splitting the wind bomb in half. After being destroyed, the wind bomb immediately dissipated in mid-air and disappeared.

  Robin raised his head and looked at the wolf king in surprise. He didn't expect that the wolf king had already advanced into a second-tier monster.

Due to the impact of the [Great Ebb Tide], the survival of monsters has become more and more difficult nowadays. Without the nourishment of the elemental tide, many monsters have gradually lost their magic power and gradually degenerated into ordinary beasts. High-level monsters have become more and more powerful. more rare.

  In the wilderness, second-level monsters are not common, especially the grassland wind wolf group does not have a high blood talent, and it is even more difficult to advance.

  Robin never imagined that he could see a Tier 2 Prairie Wind Wolf.

  (end of this chapter)