Chapter 494: Killing the Wolf (Part 1)

The wound on Lu Meng's chest was squeezed together quickly by the muscle force, and the granulation tissue grew and the skin adhered.

With a physical fitness of 85 points, his recovery speed is comparable to that of the red swordsman who has undergone genetic modification surgery, and even the general Shek Berserker cannot compare with him.

However, the wound cut by the Ming Blade Slashing Horse Sword is very deep.

The blood that burst out at that moment splashed on his body, and his entire cloak was dyed red and soaked with sweetness.

In an instant, Lu Meng felt it.

Countless eyes converged on him-with incomparable hunger and greed.

[Taunting state: You look delicious now. ]

The panel displays environmental information in time.

"Ah...Woo woof!" Those burial wolves that had already rushed up the grass hill immediately abandoned other targets and hurriedly chased Lu Meng, and even their cries carried a hint of ancestral eagerness.

There is a smell of blood on the battlefield.

If it weren't for the alpha wolf, the hungry Bone Burial Wolf would even eat its companions.

"But, it's rare to have a chance to taste a war-level opportunity..." Lu Meng raised his cloak and turned around to stab, "It's still rare!"

The inscription blade accurately pierced into the skull of a Bone Burial Wolf.

It was as crisp as piercing a piece of white paper.

The brown-red beast fell, and brain matter, blood, saliva... mixed and flowed all over the ground.

The creatures in this world have a strong ability to adapt to the environment.

Their bodies will stimulate more potential as their strength grows... or evolution and gene expression.

At Lu Meng's level.

It's hard to say that they are the same creatures as other ordinary people.

The energy, vitality and vitality contained in their flesh are so abundant that even as food, they are more sweet and tempting.

Such stimulation, in the eyes of the wolf pack.

is a deadly poison!

"Try to hold them off until dawn!" Bo Wei and the others were still amazed at the spectacle of the wolves' agitation when they heard another order from Lu Meng, "Don't hold on. If anyone can't hold on, hide in the white tent!"

With their team, it was impossible to defeat the wolves of the Bone Burial Ground, and that was not the purpose.

The key point was to keep the wolves of the Bone Burial Ground nearby, so that the wandering herdsmen in front would have more time to retreat. If the wolves were beaten back and allowed to flee... it might be bad.

After dawn, the skin color of the wolves of the Bone Burial Ground would expose them to the grass. Although the threat still existed, they were unlikely to launch a surprise attack like tonight.

Because they knew they were more likely to be noticed, the wolves would most likely retreat on their own.

However, another order from the Red King was puzzling.

The white tent behind them was larger in size, and the mask used was just ordinary tanned cowhide, which could indeed resist the piercing of some wild beasts' fangs, but it was not enough to withstand the biting of the wolves all night.

I couldn't wait for the North Wind Warriors to ask.

The remaining wolves from the Bone Burial Ground had already pounced on them, but most of them had been led away by Lu Meng, and their pressure suddenly dropped.

"Damn... Kill!"

A roar broke out in the crowd, drowning out the noisy wolf howls.

Sharp blades and fangs intertwined, blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

Seeing Lu Meng rushing into the wolf pack alone, the warriors of the North Wind Clan also burst out with unparalleled bloodiness.

Even though they knew that the opponent's strength was far superior to theirs.

But a figure like the Red King could hurt himself and lead wolves for them... If I, who could fight side by side with him, didn't show some courage to match him, it would be too despised.

"That's it..."

Listening to the fighting in the distance, Lu Meng thought silently.

Those who don't save themselves can't be saved by heaven.

In fact, the nomadic tribes in the Land of Flash have a very fast replacement speed.

It is difficult for a large tribe to be passed down for several generations.

Extermination, breaking up, reunion, development, gathering... This cycle repeats itself over and over again.

For example, in fact,

Lu Meng has no impression of the North Wind Clan and most of the tribes in the western part of Shandi, which proves that in the future, they have disappeared or transformed into other appearances.

Even the White Eyebrow Clan, Lu Meng has not actually come into contact with it.

It is a scrapped plan of "Swordsman".

The so-called scrapped plan means that it has not been implemented in the game, or it existed in the early version, and was abandoned in the subsequent update... But from another perspective, they can also be understood as the history that has been submerged and forgotten in the real world.

This is what Lu Meng cares about.

Even a stable and powerful tribe like the White Eyebrow Clan has disappeared, and there will be changes in Shandi in the future... Unfortunately, no matter in which era, the records and historical materials left by nomads are pitiful, let alone in the wasteland world.

But from the characters and future legends that Lu Meng knows.

There are still some clues.

But in the end, no matter which possibility it is.

The most reliable thing for Shandi is their own strength.

Lu Meng doesn't want to build his city surrounded by ruins.

In the moonlight, the green eyes flickered.

A wolf head rushed in front of Lu Meng, opening its mouth with smelly saliva.

Lu Meng held the knife in his right hand, and changed his left hand into a palm. At an extremely tricky angle, he pierced through the upper and lower sharp teeth and chopped the neck of the Bone Buried Wolf.

Bone fragments and blood flew together.

Lu Meng's palm was scratched by the recoil, but the entire head and thick bone plate of the Bone Buried Wolf were directly shattered, and the skull was blown away by the huge force.

[Melee Skill: Martial Arts 67 (Master)]

Unconsciously, Lu Meng's bare-handed combat skill, which was only used as a backup, also reached the master level, and became a powerful weapon in actual combat.

He originally had a foundation, but his rapid progress relied on the 10-fold experience bonus and the teaching of the anti-slaver Jeger——

The first half can still be called teaching, but the latter is already a competition.

Jager originally only wanted to teach some improved techniques out of goodwill, and he would give as much as the other party could understand... Unexpectedly, in the end, all the skills inherited from Galahad, the founder of modern wasteland martial arts, were learned.

So much so that later, even if Lu Meng did not play the advantage of war level.

Just based on skills, Jager was no longer an opponent.

This made the thin assassin quite indignant - but he did not shout to compete with his real best swordsmanship.

Because it was even more difficult to compete with swords.

Lu Meng closed his palm and held the knife with his backhand.

With a long knife, red light suddenly rose from the ground, cutting the waist and abdomen of a buried wolf vertically, and the organs were splashed out like pouring.

Without caring about the death of his companions, another ferocious wolf crouched down and pounced from the gap between Lu Meng's knife swings.

But Lu Meng seemed to have predicted it.

The inscribed blade moved with his elbow and shoulder, and slammed down from a high position, hitting the back of the Buried Wolf smoothly, cracking the bone deck and deep spine.

Even if it was only the back of the blade that was chopped down.

It was still enough to kill the beast on the spot.

Lu Meng kept diving into the wolf pack, which also meant that the Buried Wolf would completely surround him in turn.

They came following the smell of blood.

Lu Meng's blood, and the blood of his companions.

Some anxious hungry wolves could no longer restrain themselves, stepped on their companions' bodies and jumped out. In an instant, brown-red wolf shadows flashed in all directions, from top to bottom. If these sharp claws and fangs pounced directly on a person, it would be enough to tear his entire body into pieces in an instant.

However, the scarlet knife light was faster than them!

Lu Meng changed his hands and turned around, exerting force from his waist, and the five-foot blade swept across the surroundings.

How could flesh and blood resist the power of the inscribed blade?

The sound of blood spurting floated in the wind, like the music of a bone flute.

In an instant, dozens of bone-burying wolves died at the same time.

Thanks to Roger Otarifos and Wenchi for their support——