Chapter 177 Storm of Destruction: Son of Russ (IV)

Ragnar leaped down from the snow hill, the fur of the Fenris wolf undulating and flying behind him. He roared and stabbed the spear into the back of a wolf. Blood spilled from the gray-black fur on the ground, and the beast screamed.

The moment the wolf fell to the ground, Ragnar rolled over. He pulled out his spear and stabbed it violently. The sharp spear head stabbed the next wolf as he rolled forward. The monster screamed and swung its limbs. Ragnar pulled out his spear and stabbed another one at the moment blood gushed out of its wound.

The wolf collapsed to the ground, and Ragnar Russ turned his body on the snow, grabbed the wooden spear with both fists and hit a wolf on the head.

The wolf was knocked to the ground and a big snow pit was created on the snow. Ragnar did not rush to chase it but continued to fight with the rest of the wolves. He always remembered that his father had told him never to underestimate these beasts. They knew what unity and wisdom meant better than humans.

On this snow-covered planet, wolves knew how to survive earlier than humans. They knew how to form a united tribe around the wolf king and knew when to attack and retreat. It was the wolves that nurtured and raised Leman Russ and made him understand the way of life of wolves.

Leman Russ brought the tactics of the wolf pack into his legion, so they were named Space Wolves. They were as cunning, powerful and cruel as the wolves on Fenris.

Ragnar's father told young Ragnar to try his best to avoid fighting with wolves and avoid these natural hunters who taught Leman Russ to fight and survive, but if he encountered them, he should not be afraid, because the wolves would use this to smell your fear. Only by facing them calmly can you have a chance.

The wolf pack quickly adjusted their posture. The wild wolves crawled in all directions and kept jumping and changing positions to look for opportunities. The roaring fangs spewed out bursts of hot air in their mouths, and terrifying roars came out from between their teeth.

Ragnar held the spear and looked around at the wild wolves. A wild wolf attacked from behind him. The evil wolf supported itself and jumped forward and pounced on Ragnar's back.

Ragnar suddenly turned around and stabbed the wolf's weak abdomen with a spear. The wolf fell to the ground and wailed, but its pain was quickly stopped by Ragnar. Ragnar pulled out the spear and pierced its head directly.

Another wild wolf rushed up and bit Ragnar, who swung the spear to hit its head but was bitten by it. The wild wolf quickly bit the spear and dragged it, making Ragnar unable to move. For an excellent hunter, this short opportunity is what he needs.

Fenris's wolf did not miss this opportunity. The wolf with brown-red fur immediately pounced on Ragnar and bit his neck with an extremely precise posture.

Ragnar turned his head to look at the wolf that pounced on him, but it did not bite Ragnar in the end and was killed. Roman rushed up and stabbed the wolf's side with a sword, knocking it away.

The sword in his hand was not his own. When they left the Wolf Fang Castle, the wolf priest took away all their things, but Roman didn't know where he found another sword, and this sword now played a crucial role.

Roman covered Ragnar's back, and in front of Ragnar, another boy rushed up and killed the wolf with the woodcutter's axe in the woods. Ragnar took back his spear and held the spear head tightly to face the next wolf.

The surviving boys all rushed up, waving axes and swords to drive away the wolves that surrounded them, and everyone gathered together with weapons in hand to face the wolves.

"Form a circle! Everyone, follow my orders and move closer!" Ragnar shouted, and everyone obeyed his orders, even Roman. They all stood back to back in a circle, with their spears, swords and axes pointed outward, at the wolves with their teeth bared.

The wolves roared and barked around them, and hot air spewed out from their roaring fangs. The wolves rushed up and were forced back by the waving weapons.

Roman swung his sword and scratched the eyes of a wolf. The wolf rolled back to the bottom and quickly threw it away. He stood on the snow and took a step forward to swing his sword and slashed another wolf.

"Roman! Come back!" Ragnar shouted, but Roman did not hear him and waved his sword a few steps forward and left the team. He turned around and killed a wolf that pounced on him but ignored the other one lurking behind him.

The wolf ran across the snow and pounced on Roman. Ragnar cursed in Fenrisian and strode forward. He punched the wolf on the head and used strength beyond that of a boy his age to knock the wolf away. The monster hit the cedar wood and fell to the ground with a wail.

Ragnar waved his spear and blocked another wolf. Roman saw Ragnar saved him. He nodded to Ragnar affirmatively and there was no contempt in his eyes. He ran back to the team with Ragnar and continued to defend back to back.

The wolves surrounded them and bared their teeth, but the tallest and strongest wolf stood in the pack and looked at the boys. It let out a short wolf howl at the surrounding wolves, and the wolves retreated.

Ragnar knew that the wolves were very smart beasts. They were not mindless savage monsters. They knew that they should retreat when the attack was not worth the loss. This was why Ragnar pulled the boys to fight with all their strength.

Roman let out a long sigh of relief and let his sore arms drop. The boys also let out a sigh of relief and dispersed to find a place to rest. Ragnar watched them leaning against the surrounding stones and trees, and the snow here was covered with hot blood.

"We don't have time to rest. The smell of blood will attract more powerful beasts. We have to move forward immediately."

"Have you found the way back to the Wolf Fang?" Roman said, touching the scratch on his arm. The wound hurt so much that he cursed, but he still endured the pain and walked to Ragnar. around.

Ragnar pointed to an open area not far away, which had a good view outside the woodland. With Ragnar's many years of hunting experience, he knew that there could be a view of the surrounding wilderness, allowing them to roughly understand their position.

Roman nodded affirmatively. He pressed his wounds and took a breath. He was very cold. These boys were so cold that many of their skins turned purple from the cold. Although they were children of Fenris and grew up in Wearing only a pair of pants in the ice and snow, being almost naked and exposed to the cold wind can still freeze them half to death.

"Give me the sword." "What?" "Give me the sword to use."

Roman hesitantly handed the sword to Ragnar, who squatted down and turned over the body of a wild wolf, skillfully cut a hole along the abdomen, and after some cutting and pulling, peeled off its fur. Ragnar Namor silently threw it to Roman and started to deal with the next one.

He watched as Ragnar peeled off a fur cloak for everyone, and Roman nodded gratefully to Ragnar and draped it around his shoulders.

Soon everyone was wearing a wild wolf fur cloak. The boys now looked like a new wolf pack. They held weapons and approached Ragnar. Their eyes silently proved that they would Ragnar is considered the leader, like the alpha wolf of a pack.

But Ragnar seemed to be very indifferent to this. He walked towards the clearing outside the forest and said, "Follow me." The boys followed him.

Roman stood on the open ground with his sword in his hand, and heavy snow was flying around him. The blizzard submerged everything in the whiteness, and it seemed that he could not tell the direction at all. He looked at Ragna and said loudly, "What should we do now?"

"Go up high, where the view will be wider." Ragnar's voice shouted in the wind and snow, which was blurred by the sound of the wind, but a boy pointed at a shadow walking in the forest not far away. Shouting, "Someone!"

Ragnar and the boys both looked over. It was indeed a silhouette of a human being walking towards him. Ragnar looked at the tall and thin figure and said, "That is not a candidate."

"What?" Roman asked hesitantly, while Ragnar looked at the increasingly clear figure. His arms were very long, and the proportions of his limbs were completely wrong.

Suddenly Ragnar frowned and remembered the story his father had told him, "Stay away from him!"

The boy turned his head to look at Ragnar in surprise. His eyes were dull and he lowered his eyes to look at the blood pouring out of his neck. A sharp claw cut his throat.

The boy was caught and torn in half in front of everyone. The slender shadow dragged the boy's disembowelled upper body into view.

The boys all looked at the monster in horror. Even Roman pulled out his sword out of fear, and the fingers holding the sword hilt turned white. Ragnar looked at the monster, and he remembered what his father had told him. Story, a folk legend.

A folk tale about a werewolf.

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