The wolf king walked towards the depths of the icy mist with the only three remaining legs, and the cut of his right front leg, which was severed by a shot, was dripping with blood. As soon as the fresh blood comes into contact with the outside air, it slowly emits compelling heat, but it seems that compared to the previous blood, the heat and scale of burning of the current blood are much weaker than before.
The wolf king was panting heavily, and with two arrows stuck in his nose, he sniffed with difficulty the scent left by the werewolf and the unique **** smell of the opponent. The perception of magic power that had been clear before was now confused and indistinguishable for some reason, and even if the wolf king opened his eyes wide, the huge animal pupils still could not be relieved from the white light released by the divine power before.
With half of his ear broken, he heard the sound of heavy horseshoes coming from behind, rumbling, rumbling, rumbling, rumbling. Getting closer, getting closer.
The wolf king had no good way to fight back, so he had to lie down on the ground, covering his head and neck with one paw to protect his vitals.
"Ha!" With a loud shout, the back was severely cut.
A huge hideous wound was torn open on the body, and the flesh and blood rolled up and screamed in pain.
Hearing the sound of galloping horses going away quickly, the wolf king got up straight away and ran towards the source of the werewolf's smell at a faster speed. It had to be fast, because the human rider quickly turned the horse's head and killed him.
The wolf king followed the collapsed tree to the place where the canopy of the tree had collapsed. The **** smell left by the werewolf was the strongest here, and there was also a depression on the ground that the werewolf had smashed when it fell from a height.
But the problem is that the werewolf who was here a moment ago is not here now.
No! But where did it go?
The wolf king erected his two ears, looking for subtle sounds around him as his head turned.
Because the wolf king is too close to the trunk of the big tree, the human knight is not easy to attack, so he is asking his subordinates to approach along the trunk as well. Other than that, the only sound was the sound of footsteps quietly leaving here.
But the distance of this voice is already a little far away. It seems that when it was fighting humans just now, that nasty guy has slipped away quietly.
Normally, at this distance, it only needs one breath to run over and knock down the werewolf. It's a pity that it was injured in the battle for many days, which greatly damaged its athletic ability. Now one of its front legs was even cut off, which even affected its ability to move.
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Following the greeting of Knight Lanisa, Keir and the hunters quickly approached the place where the big tree collapsed just now.
The snow on the ground stirred up by the collapse of the big tree has slowly fallen, revealing the wolf king with a broken leg hiding in it. The other party was quite embarrassed at the moment, and small streams of blood were continuously flowing from the place where the broken leg was broken. The fresh blood dripped onto the ground, melting the snow and mist that had just landed into pure water.
The hunters' arrows took the lead in attacking. During the swishing shots, the wolf king swung his only left front paw and tried to move in one direction with his two hind legs.
Because of the fallen tree, Knight Lanisa had already placed the metal spear on the weapon rack next to the saddle of the war horse, jumped off the horse with a one-handed epee, and prepared to fight with Kiel. Catch up and get close to the wolf king.
Both of them were wearing armor, so it was impossible to hide their footsteps. Before the two of them approached, the wolf king made a defensive move.
Keir walked on the left and found that the wolf king on the opposite side mainly focused on the defense of Knight Lanisa, and he didn't seem to pay much attention to it.
This made him see an opportunity.
As if sensing Kiel's thoughts, the surface of the ax carried behind him faintly lit up.
Salsa, salsa, Kiel pushed his legs away from the soft snow blocking the way, and quickly approached the wolf king from behind. The wolf king is quite tall, even if he is squatting on the ground at this time, mainly calling for the feint attack of the female knight, he is twice as tall as Kiel standing up.
Knowing his lack of strength, Kiel stabbed the wound on the wolf king's back with his sword as he quickly approached the wolf king. He raised his body and stabbed the long sword in his hand towards the high wound in front of him.
With a pop, the tip of the sword pierced in. Immediately, the wolf king felt the muscles on his back tense, trying to get Kiel's long sword stuck on him.
Kiel pulled the long sword downward vigorously, the sharp blade cut through the muscles that blocked it, and as Kiel pulled, tore the uninjured fur and muscle tissue of the wolf king.
The wolf king was really helpless by the wound on his back, turned around at the waist, and directly opened his mouth to bite the little man who caused trouble behind him.
With a whoosh, as the wolf king turned around and bit him, a huge stench came over. Kiel instinctively raised his shield to defend, and only after he made the action did he realize that he should retreat and dodge.
Fortunately, the wolf king originally wanted to bite Kiel, but as the opponent raised his shield and hit its teeth, the wolf king directly closed his mouth and bit the left and right sides of Kiel's shield. Then the head turned, picked up Kiel who was holding onto the shield, and swung it back and forth.
Kiel breathed heavily nervously, and his whole body swung around in the air like a little rag doll following the swing of the wolf king.
Afraid of accidentally injuring Kiel, Knight Lanisa had no choice but to put away her weapon and kick towards the wolf king, but was blocked by the wolf king's claws.
In the chaotic and tense situation, the red-eyed mushroom sugar pill that Keel swallowed not long ago finally played its due role because of his high emotional tension.
The eyes under the visor gradually turned red, and everything around him gradually slowed down. Kiel, who could only dance with his hands and feet following the violent swing of the wolf king, finally came to his senses at this moment, knowing that he had to fight back, otherwise he would die soon if he continued like this.
He got used to the swing of the wolf king, or bent his body immediately, kicked his legs against the wolf king's chin, and used the reaction force from his feet to slightly control his body swing.
Then he clenched the long sword in his right hand, and slashed fiercely at the top of his left arm.
There is the nose of the wolf king, and there are two arrows stuck in the nose that no one knows which hunter shot up.
For wolf and dog beasts, their noses are the place with the most nerves, and a blow would cause them great pain. At this moment, Kiel slashed back with his sword, and the entire blade of the long sword was hacked into the wolf king's nose, almost splitting its nasal cavity in two.
The severe pain made the wolf king let go of his mouth, and at the same time, he slapped Kiel with his remaining left paw, sending him flying far away. It's just that the feeling on the palm is a bit wrong, but it doesn't care much anymore.
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When Kiel hit the tip of the wolf king's nose and the opponent let go of the pain, he was ready for the next move of the wolf king. Sure enough, the opponent tried to slap him away with a palm, and Kiel stretched out his legs in the air, facing the palm of the opponent's claws.
With the strength of the opponent's claws, Kiel flew about ten meters in the air, and then fell sideways to the ground.
Fortunately, the ground was covered with soft snow and rotting leaves. Apart from a piece of snow that hit the ground and knocked away, he himself was not injured.
Just a little numbness in the legs.
"Keir! How are you?" Not far away, Knight Lanisa, who was fighting the Wolf King, still had the energy to ask him about the situation.
Keel got up from the snow and shouted to indicate that he was fine.
The hunters approached, and some young people climbed directly onto the trunk of the collapsed tree, using this obstacle that could stop the wolf king to shoot arrows from the condescending super wolf king.
They didn't shoot the wolf king directly and casually. On the one hand, there were not many arrows, and on the other hand, it was difficult to shoot through the tough wolf skin of the wolf king just by shooting at the intact fur of the wolf king. So they aimed directly at the wound on the wolf king's body. At close range, a target the size of a coin could be hit, not to mention the huge wound on the wolf king's body.
As a result, several bows and arrows were inserted into the wounds of the wolf king, and as he moved left and right, more blood gushed out from his wounds.
The hot blood ignited the arrow's wooden shaft and tail feathers, leaving only the metal arrowhead stuck in the wound, and with every movement, more new wounds and blood were brought out.
Knight Lanisa felt the wolf king's weakness more and more. Although the opponent's waving claws and bite were still powerful, but the reaction was more than a beat slower, which made her believe that the wolf king opposite had lost consciousness due to blood loss.
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The wolf king's beast soul derived from the cursed blood did become blurred, but the human soul that had been suppressed in his body seemed to be released from the shackles and became more free.
Like waking up from a hazy night's sleep, or like a reincarnation slumber in a legend, a middle-aged human knight's soul is waking up on this huge and traumatized beast.
He knows all the experiences over the years one by one, being deceived, suffering, degenerating, confused, revenge, biting, regretting, indulging, fighting, cultivating, commanding, attacking, and killing.
Everything flashed through his mind, and there were things that annoyed him, things that excited him, things that made him regret, and things that made him sad.
All this seemed to happen out of his control, but he knew that everything in the past few years was not something he would do. It seemed to be the soul of a beast, but it was actually just himself.
The damned guy had told him on the day it happened that everything is their own, accept their beast side, control and tame it, and they will be recognized by the great being, and become the one recognized by the great being that has not stated. people.
Just like the rumors from his family, the tall alien warrior galloping on the grassland will have unparalleled strength.
But.
He still couldn't accept his beast soul, and when it came to him, he found that he hated him so much. Is that beast soul eager to fight, kill, and dominate really me?
Rejecting the beast soul that came from him had serious consequences.
I don't know whether it should be cursed or blessed blood, which brought great power, coupled with his body and life force of a warrior who has been tempered and tempered, burst out far beyond the expectations of himself and those who bewitched him.
The beast's soul smoothly dominated his entire body, and seized the dominance of the body during the body transformation process, driving the body mixed with power to transform towards the beast.
Human reason and dignity are swallowed up by animal nature and imprisoned in the depths of the soul. Unless the beast soul that has gained enormous power and body dominance is surrendered, no one will be able to hear the cry for help from the depths of the huge beast's mind.
Afterwards, he was imprisoned in the depths of his mind and saw that "himself" made more and more mistakes, which made him lose all the courage to fight back. He couldn't imagine how he would face the rest of his life after he surrendered the soul of the beast one day.
The villagers, merchants, hunters, and young children who were killed. The Northern Land Wolf that was 'bred' by it himself.
He shuts the eyes of the soul tightly, even though its eyes are like torches.
He covers the ears of the soul, even though it is sensitive.
He bound his hands and feet, but he was no match for its huge stature, and its strength was reduced by five oxen.
He kept his mouth shut, but he was defeated by it, and the wolves surrendered.
He was in pain, but it was full of confidence.
It's a pity, it's a pity, even if this beast is the beast side of his soul, which has inherited too many things from him, it is still no match for the daughter he bred and raised with his own hands.
The wolf king weakly parried the more aggressive attacks of Knight Lanisa, with only love and satisfaction in his eyes.
The little guy who did training activities with him when he was young has grown up to this size in a blink of an eye. Since his daughter became a girl, she has become less fond of learning his training to become a knight-level fighter, and has turned to be more like him. My wife likes to sit quietly in a clean place in the house and read books that describe the world.
Thinking of this, he felt a little proud. Some of the books in it were purchased at the request of his wife who had not yet entered into a marriage contract when he was adventuring in various places. My younger self had to spend some of his scarce funds on expensive books.
However, these various books from all over the world are important helpers for him to win the favor of his wife and her family.
His daughter, who had grown into a young girl, loved books as much as his wife did. He hesitated at the time and sent his daughter to a scholar in the provincial capital for further study. After all, Kendall City is a young city with less than a hundred years of establishment. Although the Kendall family, as the local rulers, is known for their knowledge, similar knowledge has never been spread to the other party.
If you want to really learn something, you still have to get out of Kendal.
He thought that his daughter would walk out of another life path that had nothing to do with him. But unexpectedly, after going around and around, the youngest son who was originally scheduled to inherit his knight title and knight skills, but unexpectedly because he was bewitched by others, everything turned back.
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"Ah! Die!" Knight Lanisa yelled angrily, holding a one-handed epee with both hands, a clever sword move avoided the sharp claws that swung, and instead chopped at the base of the claws, on the soles of the wolf's feet. Knock that claw far away.
The claws flying and spinning in mid-air were finally embedded in the collapsed tree trunk beside it, which startled the young hunter who was squatting on it, and moved back a little.
He just felt a slight tingling from his palm? No, it came from the front soles of the Wolf King of the Northland. He didn't care at all if a claw was cut off. How can these little physical pains compare to the pain it has caused others over the years?
With the hot blood flowing from the wounds all over his body, he clearly knew that his life might not be too long, even if the beast soul curled up in the depths of his soul and licked his wounds kept roaring at him, urging him to be a human being. He figured out a way, or they would all die.
Heh, such an end, is it perfect for a 'beast'?
He has no interest in finding a way out, and he is terribly afraid of the consequences of subduing the spirit of the beast. Life has become like this, and he simply cannot accept the consequences that will follow.
If possible, he would rather die as a 'beast' than a human being. Because he has successors, he doesn't want his ignorant actions many years ago to bring a stain on his hero's surname. The ancestors of the family, I did something wrong, I shouldn't be greedy for the blood power hidden in my hometown, isn't the real strength from hard work not enough? I was fascinated by some evil spirit, and I would agree to speak to such a guy who can hide his face.
Forgive me, ancestors.
Please forgive me, my wife.
Please forgive me, my two children.
I am ashamed of you.
The wolf king closed some of his seeing eyes again.
This made Knight Lanisa, who had been fighting cautiously, stop for a while, and then retreated a certain distance cautiously.
"Be careful, this wolf king is a bit strange!" She warned her subordinates like this, and she also reminded herself like this. The hunters all responded to each other, and dispersed further, beware of any comeback winners for this Northern Wolf King.
They are no better than Knight Lanisa in armor, or even Keir, and they can't resist any attack from the Wolf King. Unlike Kiel, after being shot by the wolf king, he returned to the battlefield like a normal person at this time.
Keir raised the 'new' weapon in his hand, and he retracted the shield and hung it behind his left shoulder. The excellent shield of the Hundred Trials Lark is really ineffective against a monster of the size of the wolf king. great. So rather than occupying an arm~www.mtlnovel.com~ it is better to put it away.
The so-called 'new' weapon he is holding now is actually because he considers that when fighting a giant beast like the wolf king, close combat is really dangerous.
Unlike fighting against a spider-shaped monster in the western mountains of Bingxun Pass before, that monster was very huge, as big as a small house, making it difficult for the opponent to notice his melee attack.
But opponents of the size of the wolf king are different. They are all capable of crushing him, but the wolf king is agile and can turn his body lightly to catch him. This is too dangerous.
So after being knocked to the ground just now, Kiel thought of using the remaining ax head of the two-handed ax that was fixed on the back of the water, plus the rope that fixed it, to make an alternative throwing ax that can be thrown. , as a special means for him to participate in the next battle.
He disassembled the rope, twisted it into strands, and passed it through the groove opening on the ax face to fix the handle. This place that runs through the entire back of the ax face is very convenient for the rope to pass through. After passing through, it is simply knotted and fixed, and the remaining part of the ax can be swung and thrown.
As a simple means of attack, it can come in handy at this time.
Seeing that Kiel rejoined the battle, Lanisa Knight nodded and asked about Kiel's situation.
The guy in Kiel's hands replied confidently: "No problem. My ax seems to want to join the battle!"
Knight Lanisa chuckled. She had heard from Kiel about how the ax was obtained, but she didn't care much about this kind of spiritual alternative weapon. For a noble knight whose lord entrusts him with the responsibility of defeating monsters and beasts in the territory, compared with spiritual weapons that are sometimes ineffective, this kind of solid, loyal and reliable weapon is what soldiers love and trust. battle partner.