"Those wolves are so cunning and there is a fog, you can't kill a few wolves with a bow and arrow. When they run, you can't catch up with your sword. How can you eat meat at night? Don't worry, there are only five of them, you can handle it." George said while picking his nose: "And there's still me."
"There's no difference between having you and not having you, my lord!"
"How brave I was at the mill just now! Didn't you see?"
"I saw, my lord. That's why I said there's no difference between having you and not having you."
"..." The lord looked at his faithful guard and said seriously, "I was trained as a knight."
The loyal guard ignored him and took out half a sausage inside his waist pocket and ate it.
George's eyes lit up slightly: "This is done, I knighted you! Master Alexander, Sir Alexander - listen, how awesome! And when the territory develops well later, I will divide a separate territory for you! Specially find some cooks and make you black sausages to eat!"
Alexander some heart moved, but this does not look too flexible head of the guy, but after looking at his lord, but cunningly shook his head.
The little thoughts that were playing in his heart were all written on his silly face.
"Don't worry, my warrior. You are the first warrior of 'Johannesburg'! Do you see these red dots - forget it, you can't see. But it's okay, I'll tell you. Although there are five of them, they are two packs of wolves! They're not in unison, they're defensive of each other, and they'll come in groups. So as long as you are clean and kill the strongest one first, the others will turn their heads and leave after seeing that you are not to be messed with!"
After hearing this, Alexander covered his mouth and laughed foolishly (not knowing what he was laughing at) and said, "Then will you give me armor, war horses and escorts?"
"All of them! All of them!" George hurriedly rounded up the big pie.
Alexander patted his big head and laughed again - his little trick had worked!
To be honest, he really felt a bit embarrassed - just killing a wolf, right? He couldn't win! But the bargaining was still successful, so he went over with peace of mind.
When he was leaving, he specially left the bow and arrow: "This thing is in the way, so you can take it, my lord."
After saying that, Alexander giggled and got down on the side of the corpse.
After seeing Alexander get down, he also deliberately touched up his body with those dirty blood, George covered his mouth and couldn't help but laugh hehehehe.
The more wolves there are, the more fierce they are. If, according to him, there were really only five of them and not a pack, then there was indeed a possibility that they would follow the script if they came in batches.
But there were eight wolves around, a pack of six and a pack of two. The more would come first, the less would wander, so Alexander would be 1V6.
Killing their companions would only make these wolves become more ferocious and cruel.
Because the first one to die would never be the head wolf. The head wolf is never the first to come up...
''These wolves, Alexander is able to handle. Although all these wolves together can put over a bear...''
''Even if he can't handle it, he still has to deal with it, it's only been a few hours, and there are so many wolves following behind, when they all gather over, we both have to be finished! Well... Maybe he'll be fine, but I'm definitely finished!''
As George expected, there were only six wolves coming over, and they were so cunning as to surround them from three directions. The other two were hovering and watching from a distance, waiting for the scraps after the wolves had had their fill, and with Alexander's perspective he couldn't see them.
He didn't even see too clearly whether the ones coming over were five wolves or six wolves. After just a sweeping glance to make sure the number of wolves was about the same as George said, he hurriedly closed his eyes and played dead.
'Very perfect.' George thought in his mind, he gripped the bow and arrow in his hand, the sweat on his hand soaked in the leather gloves.
He hadn't hunted for a long time, and for the art of archery, his accuracy was not as good as Alexander's... I hope it won't hit him then...
But it does not matter, not at the last moment he will not draw the bow, or those wolves run over to bite him, it would not be fun.
So this so-called helper, too, is not.
....
Alexander was much braver than the bear and was so flexible that George's jaw dropped - at the moment when the wolf was about to bite his butt, the guy dodged at a weird angle! Just like a bobcat jumping up!
After he finished off the first wolf, the other wolves didn't leave, but the other two wolves that were prowling in the distance came up!
They smelled fresh blood.
From the look in their eyes, George did notice that something wasn't quite right. It was more than bloodthirsty, there was something crazy about it.
Cunning, vicious and crazy. They were indeed a great threat to the asylum. Those zombies were no different from sheep in front of these wolves.
'It seems that eating those rotting corpses will indeed have a great impact on the creatures.' George thought while lying inside the muddy water watching the play: 'And it looks like these wolves are a lot stronger than the average wolf. Looking at this size, I'm afraid it must be sixty to seventy kilograms...'
Sixty to seventy kilograms could be called a behemoth among wolves. That two-meter-long body looks like a pony! It made people feel chilled just by looking at it...
When the fourth wolf was solved, George finally picked up his bow and arrow.
Because those wolves were too cunning, they kept feinting and consuming the big man's strength. And although Alexander was nimble and strong, a good tiger could not stand up to a pack of wolves. The wounds on his body had become more and more numerous.
Moreover, the other wolves in the distance seemed to have smelled the blood here. They also started to rush this way. So George knew they had to end the battle as soon as possible to do so.
''Big guy, don't say I didn't help you, but I really couldn't make a move just now... The wolves I'll lure over later, don't let there be more than two!''
The figures fighting in the distance were somewhat hazy, as if a pack of hunting dogs were wading through a tyrannical bear. George concentrated on drawing his bow and arrow and shot towards one of the wolves at the very edge.
As he said, he had to take a little pressure off Alexander to do so.
His strength was not bad, but it was still a bit hard to pull the bow, and after two or three arrows, he felt his arm was a bit sore.
Only one of those arrows hit the wolf's buttocks, which was a revenge for Alexander's buttocks. Although this arrow did not produce fatal damage to the wolf, it completely enraged it. Especially when it turned back to look for its enemy, it found that the guy was actually singing over there.
The cold killer did not directly rush over, but slowly ran over with its head lowered, its icy gaze gazing at its enemy, its eyes flashing with an eerie cold light.
Looking at those cold eyes, George suddenly felt some chills down his back. He suddenly realized that he was not facing a beast, but a man.
This could be the most dangerous opponent he has faced up to now.
George realized that he might have underestimated the strength of these wolves a little too much.
''Discipline can deal with it, but that monastery still has unknown enemies, and those two points of mana are my last card, I can't use them easily if I'm not forced to...'' This idea flashed through George's mind, and he didn't know if he could finish it off with physical combat alone.
But he had to break down and give it a try!
He no longer had any choice!