Chapter 432: Wolves

In this cold and primitive land, killing is the main theme. Wolves, snow leopards and humans occupy the top of the food chain, while snow rabbits, yaks and other animals with weaker fighting power are always in the embarrassment of being prey status.

Man hunts nature, and nature also hunts man. A single snow wolf is nothing to worry about. Not to mention holding a shotgun, even experienced hunters can hunt lone wolves single-handedly.

However, wolves are completely different.

They come in groups, often dozens or even hundreds of them gather to form a huge pack, and there are even precedents for attacking villages actively. If one of them charges down, if they don't hide in the room well, even if they hold powerful firearms, they will Torn apart instantly.

The huge wolf pack is the only master here.

And in front of them is a huge family of wolves!

The old hunter looked at the pair of half-green light spots like fireflies in front of him, and couldn't help taking a deep breath. No matter how conservatively estimated this pack of wolves was, there were no fewer than forty or fifty wolves.

"Shouldn't the wolves all migrate to the north at this time? Why are there still such amazing trees?" The old hunter was a little desperate. The whole village is strictly guarded and dare not go out.

That is to say, the wolves gradually disappeared in the past few days, so he boldly went out to hunt, but he never expected to run into wolves!

After all, the old hunter has lived in this harsh environment since he was a child. He can be called licking blood on the tip of a knife, so his experience is naturally extremely rich. At this moment when the wolves were gradually approaching, he quickly let go of the reins of the two hounds, while he bent slightly and stepped back slowly.

Facing a suspicious animal like a wolf, fleeing will only be torn apart in an instant. On the contrary, the calmer you are, the more hesitant the wolf will become, and will not act rashly until you find out your details. Even packs of wolves.

Letting go of the two hounds is precisely the intention. They may run away, and they are more likely to defend their master desperately, but no matter what they do, they can buy enough time for the master, and even lure the wolves away.

The old hunter had already decided to abandon these hounds in exchange for his own survival. However, no matter how rich his experience was and how decisively he dealt with it, he couldn't stand the accident happening.

The hounds ran away in a hurry, but the wolves ignored them completely, allowing the two hounds to flee in a hurry, each of them fixed their eyes on the old hunter.

"Oops, it's the trapped wolf!"

The old hunter suddenly realized, and finally figured out that the lone wolf caught in the trap was just a pathfinding wolf, and the mournful cry it made was a large army warning the wolf pack.

What was in front of him was just an insignificant pathfinder wolf.

After all, the old hunter is also an old fritter with full experience in wild survival. He found a short tree with many branches nearby and quickly climbed it with his hands and feet. At the critical moment, he finally jumped onto the branch of the tree.

Countless packs of wolves roared from below, hitting the roots of the old tree one after another. The old hunter embraced the branch, breaking out in a cold sweat, even if he missed it by a fraction of the time, he would probably only be torn apart by the angry wolves today.

It's just that the matter was far from over. After the first attack of the wolves was fruitless, they lingered, and then, as if they didn't know the pain, they kept hitting the tree roots with their fleshy bodies. The branch swayed left and right after being hit, and the old hunter's dangling body also trembled.

Fortunately, this old tree has been around for some years, and its body is very thick, so it is basically unharmed under the crazy impact of the wolves. It's just that when he finally exhausted his physical strength from holding the tree trunk like this, the old hunter made a decisive decision, took out a match and a small bottle of kerosene from his arms, and poured them down with great difficulty to light them.

A sea of ​​flames ignited under the tree in an instant.

It is well known that wolves are afraid of fire, and thick smoke and flames are enough to disperse an entire pack of wolves. One of them was supposed to be the head wolf. With a long howl, nearly half of the wolves scattered and fled.

"Ahem." The old hunter was so choked by the smoke that he couldn't even open his eyes, coughing repeatedly, but compared to the wolves leaving, he could barely bear this pain.

"I'm finally leaving."

The old hunter looked at the pack of wolves leaving one after another below him, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. But less than two minutes later, he stared and shouted for help.

Those wolves that were supposed to leave, unexpectedly returned to the team one by one at this moment, and each of them still had a lot of hay in their mouths. They lined up one by one, and spat them into the flames in a very organized and disciplined manner.

It's like a well-trained marching team.

The old hunter was stunned. Have these guys become smart? Why are they moving so neatly? But soon, the old hunter suddenly realized something, and his expression changed dramatically.

The flames started again, and the nearby snow gradually melted into water stains, exposing the dark land below, and the ice and snow covering the old tree also evaporated a little bit, and soon there was only a bare old tree left, and the roots were slowly growing. Slowly darken.

Squeak...

The old tree, which was able to remain unscathed under countless attacks by the wolves, was completely unable to withstand the burning of the fire at this moment, and had a tendency to break.

"Oops!"

The old tree collapsed, and the old hunter yelled that my life was over. He was completely desperate and lay motionless on the ground. Because he was too desperate, he had given up struggling.

Are the wolves already so high in IQ, and they can use natural tools, inherit fire to burn trees, shouldn’t this be the patent of human beings? This is the first time I heard that there are wolves with such a high IQ in the world...

one second...

two seconds...

ten seconds...

null

Terribly quiet.

However, the old hunter didn't feel the pain of being torn apart at all. After falling to the ground for so long, he should have been torn to pieces by the angry wolves long ago.

But at this moment, there was a sound of fighting coming from my ears, followed by a series of miserable howls of wolves, and there were more than one.

The old hunter opened his eyes in confusion, and suddenly his eyes widened, as if he saw something incredible. He didn't fall to the ground, but was lifted by a layer of mist, holding him in midair like a cloud of white clouds.

Below, a young man with a Chinese face stood indifferently, untouched by the snow, like a spirit god in the ice and snow. Beside him were a few wolf corpses that had been blasted into pieces, and the wolves were all guarded.

"My God, is this the goddess of ice and snow, Skadi, who came down to save me?" the old hunter murmured, as if he had witnessed a miracle. But then he had the urge to spit: "It's a man, so it must be Uriel, the god of winter..."

Lin Lang looked at the pack of wolves indifferently, but although there were many wolves on the opposite side, they all looked like they were facing a formidable enemy. Lin Lang casually shot out a beam of light, and the alpha wolf couldn't dodge at all, and was being hit by half of his body.

"what?"

Lin Lang was surprised. He found that the wolf that had been hit by the spiritual beam just fell out and rolled around a few times. Although the hair was damaged, the body was not seriously injured.

One must know that a beam of spiritual power from him just now pierced through four or five wolves. But the wolf was unscathed, and the snow on Shijiu's body stood up again.

One must know that ordinary Transformation Realm Grandmasters may not be able to block his casual blows, but the head wolf can, as evidenced by its thick fur. Regardless of the aggressiveness, this wolf can completely fight the Grandmaster of Transformation Realm for 300 rounds.

The surrounding wolves howled, but they didn't dare to move forward, they could only retreat step by step. But the wolf didn't run away on the spot, even though it knew the horror of the people in front of it, it still walked back.

When the distance was a little closer, the alpha wolf took the initiative to lay down on the ice field with his front and rear legs stretched out. Its eyes had long lost its ferocity, instead it was full of obedience and obedience. It purred softly and wagged its tail twice.

The wolves also followed suit, crying and howling for a while, but it was very peaceful. This is to know how powerful Lin Lang is, and he voluntarily expressed his surrender.

"My heavenly father, my dear, what the hell is going on? I met a pack of wolves, probably... not a pack of dogs..." The old hunter was dumbfounded, and everything in front of him was simply unimaginable.

It wasn't until this time that Lin Lang waved his hand and said softly, "It's not easy for you to cultivate, it's rare to be born with wisdom, so I'll let you go today, go."

As if being pardoned, the alpha wolf turned around and fled with the pack of wolves. Walking to the distant hillside, the wolf leader once again led the pack of wolves to bow down, as if thanking for the grace of releasing life.

"Hey, is this a wolf? How can you be more human than a human..." The old hunter swallowed, guessing that what he saw and heard today is like a fairy tale, and no one will believe it even if he tells it.

At this time, Baiyun slowly descended, placed the old hunter firmly on the ground, and then disappeared invisible.

"Finally safe."

The old hunter was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a sense of survival after disaster. When he regained his composure, he quickly thanked Lin Lang, very grateful.

"Excuse me, are you the winter god Uriel?"

asked the old hunter in awe. There are two winter gods in Norse mythology, one is the goddess of ice and snow Skadi, and the other is Uriel.

"I'm not."

Lin Lang couldn't help smiling. In Norse mythology and legends, these two are the second gods of the four seasons who rule ice, snow and justice, and possess infinite and incredible ice power. Lin Lang stood on ice and snow, and he fell from the sky to rescue the old hunter who was besieged by wolves, so he was naturally treated as a god.

The old hunter looked slightly disappointed, and then his eyes suddenly lit up, expressing his gratitude to Lin Lang. Even if it is not a god sent by heaven to rescue the suffering, it is still his savior.

The two chatted for a long while, and the old hunter also said: "It's getting late, and there will be devil winds around here at night, and the gate to the nether world will also open. It's a little bit unlucky to be on the bare ground." There's no chance of survival."

"Why don't you come back to the village with me, my benefactor, and take a rest at the villain's place for a night. If you have something to do, you can do it tomorrow morning. It's better than walking in the devil's wind."

"Can."

Lin Lang didn't think about it, and then directly agreed.