I had a brass pea in the chamber, and a trace of magic flowed down my arm and into the magical array of the trigger device. "After a dull thud, a fiery red bullet shot out of the muzzle of the shotgun in the middle of the night.
It was a wonderful sensation, like my own blurred hands following the bullet, my magical senses following the brass pea, and I could clearly feel the brass pea shoot into the skull of the front-running wolf at the next moment, and the hard as iron head of the wolf burst with a "pop". The whole wolf's body rolled forward a few times, scraping against the grass, before finally lying on the ground with its limbs twitching with exhaustion. I could even feel the cries of the wolves passing by the fallen wolf, and the dirt and leaves splashing around as their fleshy claws crushed the freshly sprouting grass on the moor.
The moment I fired, Kurtz was already standing on the beast, firing three arrows at the three fastest wolves in front of me, only to hear one whimper after another, and when I looked over, the three wolves were tumbling to the ground with a feathered arrow stuck in each body. I quickly pushed open the pressure chamber, shoved a brass pea into the chamber and squeezed the hatch shut before taking aim and firing again.
I didn't even have time to load this new hunting rifle with a fire tongue weapon, I had to rush into battle, I was terrified against this pack of vicious wolves, I even thought if they came close enough, would I have the courage to pounce and fight a wolf much taller than me, maybe in the first round these wolves would pounce on me and bite my neck off. But there was no time to be afraid, only to feel that I had my wolf's tooth dagger properly hanging from my waist, and that even in a physical fight I did not have to be empty-handed, so I followed Kurtz and killed as many as possible before the vicious wolves pounced.
But the wolves were only a hundred or ten metres away, and in a matter of breaths they were already running in front of the beast, and the wolf at the front of the pack bared its fangs and pounced viciously on it. The young beast, agitated, let out a low, fearful cry as its bulky body reeled backwards. The fear and sudden retreat of the beast took us by surprise, and I almost fell off its back, while Kurtz stumbled. But fear had set in and the beast refused to listen to Kurtz's scolding.
"Ka, prepare for battle!" Kurtz subconsciously tapped the short pronounced axe at his waist and spoke to me without looking back.
To the wilderness orcs, the wolves were usually very docile creatures, but they were of little value and would always fight for the wild sheep or steal the sheep of the tribe. They were already scared out of their wits by the hunters of the wilderness. What triggered the fierceness in their bones to not only disobey the leader's orders, but to finally overcome their fear and charge a wilderness orc?
As the two men in the group, we have an obligation to protect the other two women before we die, which belongs to the dignity of the wilderness orcs. The books you want to read are almost all ah, than the general novel site to stabilize a lot of updates also fast, full text without advertising]. The first thing you need to do is to keep your eyes open for the wolves in front of you and raise your gun to shoot.
In the nick of time, a bright magic bullet flew past me like a flying saucer in an oval shape. I had almost forgotten that we had such a powerful apprentice magician with us, and the magic bullet exploded like a cannonball in front of the oncoming wolves, sending several of them flying out of the way as they tried to pounce on the beast. The magic bullet was extremely powerful and was accompanied by a bright flash of light and an explosion-like sound, scaring dozens of wolves behind it into running in all directions.
I couldn't help but turn my head to see Kiger, with a magical sword in her hand, gathering her magic bullet again, her bright eyes filled with excitement. When she saw that only one magic bullet had scared away the pack of vicious wolves, she was actually about to follow the crazed Kurtz in pursuit, I hastily pulled back and said to her, "You stay on top of the subjugated beast and look after Katrina, give us fire support and cover if necessary, I'll go and help Aziz!"
This sudden turn of events made me feel like I was wandering around death's door, relieved to suddenly feel both my legs go limp, but I was still worried that something else might change, knowing that an apprentice wizard like Kiger not only had very little combat experience, but also had no means of saving her life, so maybe there was, but I didn't know about it. I found out later that there was, and that Kiger always carried a few magic scrolls in her belt pouch, most of which were shields that would keep her safe.
"Cut!" Kiger was a little reluctant, but she did as I said. She nimbly kicked Katrina beside her and said to her, "Hey, the wolves are running out of sight, don't hide. If I had known you were so scared of wolves, I wouldn't have brought you here."
I never knew she was so timid. Katarina cowered a little and looked up at Kiger with a little resignation, her eyes full of guilt and remorse. "
"I told you, when you come out of the dance troupe, just call me by my name or call me Miss Kee like Jia did, just leave me alone and call me Seventh Mother, people who don't know will think I've aged into something!" Kig squatted down and patted Katrina on the back to give her a little comfort. Very atmospherically again, she said, "It's okay, I forgive you, I looked worse than you when I first met a wolf! In fact, I was so scared that I wanted to just drop my magic wand and turn around and run away at that time. Just get used to it slowly, you're too timid!"
Katrina was slightly relieved to see that Kiger had not been angrily reprimanded by Kiger for her battle cowardice. I felt that a rebuke at this point would only make things worse, and we were safe anyway.
Kurtz was furious at the provocation of the dozens of steppe wolves. In the wilderness, few ordinary wolves dare to attack the orc werewolves, and the absolute dominance of the orcs on the Pai plateau over the centuries has ingrained in the beasts of the wilderness a subconscious that "orcs are not to be trifled with".
If I hadn't stopped him five or three times, he would have gone to fight the noblemen who were chasing us. They do not see death as nothing, but as a return to the arms of the beast gods. Death is not to be feared, what is feared is cowardice, and as a warrior, dying in battle is actually an honour.
Now that Kurtz had met an ordinary wolf pack that had dared to show its fangs to us, he could no longer repress his anger and lunged at the pack like a young leopard. As he ran, Kurtz kept firing arrows, and those arrows were like eyes that kept hitting the wolves as they ran away. The "speed boost" on the alloy bow only increased the speed of the arrow, but in Kurtz's eyes it was not the speed but the coordination and forgiveness of his body that increased, perhaps because the interval between shots was shortened, he was more fluid and comfortable in his movements while shooting. I could see that he was rolling around in the grass without forgetting to shoot his feathered arrows, so I knew that this guy had a relapse into madness in his mind.
I had the rare opportunity to test the gun and slid down the beast with my silver plated shotgun.
The moment the bullet was fired, the tremendous impulse slammed the butt of the rifle into my forehead, and the butt of the rifle hit me like a hard fist on the right side of my chest. I fell backwards, taking three or four steps in quick succession before I could stop myself, and I was grimacing in pain. Not to mention the fact that the bullets I had fired had no accuracy and had injured myself.
Kiger was crouched on the back of the beast and laughed at my predicament, not looking like a lady at all.
Kurtz chased him a few hundred metres away, out of sight in the night, before I called him back. There were several wolf corpses lying in the grass in the night, and the pungent stench of acid and blood carried far and wide. Soon this would be a gourmets' mecca for all kinds of flesh-eating beasts, who would smell the blood of dead wolves from miles away and come here to eat them up.
What started out as a disaster-like crisis actually turned into a side of mere killing. The main thing that broke the wolves' willpower was Miss Kiger's magic bullet. The presence of a magician in a small group, even if it was an apprentice magician, had an undeniable deterrent effect, and the beasts of the wilderness had long been oppressed by the junior magical beasts. But why did the leading wolf continue to ignore our small group, but there were still ordinary wolves in the pack who dared to disobey the wolf king's orders and break away from the pack to hunt us?
"It's hunger! The wolves are so hungry that they don't care whether they survive or not, they just want to pounce on their prey." Kurtz said somewhat sullenly as he turned over some wolves that were skinny and only skinny. It looked like the famine of the orcs had affected the entire wilderness. "No wonder this pack of wolves even had the nerve to hit the one-horned bison herd!"
"What's wrong with one-horned bison? They're still more powerful than wolves?" I asked, somewhat confused.
Kuzi shook his head and said, "It's not a matter of being powerful, but the one-horned bison are very capable of running, and they are even stronger than wild horses in terms of endurance. And according to the pack's usual performance, the wolf king is only the one who sets the tactics and commands, and rarely leads the pack to hunt in person like this, except when the pack is facing a great crisis."
Kurtz crouched in front of a wolf carcass and struggled to pull the feathered arrow out, rubbing the blood off the dry, shapeless skin again and backhanding it into the pot. The ordinary wolf was useless, even the meat smelled fishy and sour. The pelts were good for bedding, but they were plentiful in the wilderness, and the free market in the town of Yemen sold ordinary bedding for fifty coins.
We were not going to delay ourselves for the sake of a few silver coins, knowing that there was a pack of beasts more fearsome than wolves waiting behind us, and it would be bad if they followed our trail. This is at least two days away from where we were scheduled to arrive, and our group didn't even think to cover up the two dozen wolf carcasses on the ground before we drove the subjugated beasts onward with the stars overhead.
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