The Survival of the Wild Tribe

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But at the same time, another wild wolf leaped flexibly onto Shansong's back. The huge wolf's mouth opened, and the scales that bit directly on his neck began to tear. Shansong shook his head and the wolf died. Biting on the scales did not mean to let go. Shan Song had no time to deal with the wild wolf on his body first, and another wild wolf started to pounce on him. Shan Song lifted his tail again and accurately swept away the wild wolf who had jumped closer. .

The beastly form of mountain pine has short limbs. Even if they have sharp claws, it is difficult for them to cause damage to the enemy flexibly. This size also limits their movement and greatly reduces their movement flexibility. At first glance, it seems a bit clumsy. Only a thick and long tail became their most practical weapon. As long as they were swept by their tail, the wild wolves could lie on the ground, and even if they did not die, they might not be able to get up for a while.

But as you just saw, the difference between the numbers on the two sides is too great. Even if there are only 100 wolves, at least 20 wild wolves must be dealt with each person, not to mention the number of wolves far exceeds that. One hundred heads.

Shansong had already fought for a round today, and their physical strength had been consumed almost, and coupled with the fact that they had been unable to rest and replenish their energy, it didn't take long for them to enter the battle, and they slowly began to decline. Seeing this, the wolves became more and more crazy, as if these orcs were already food in their mouths.

"Roar." The lin armor on Shansong's neck was torn off alive by a wolf. The wolf jumped off his back in a neat motion, and quickly retreated a certain distance before turning to look at Shansong.

The wolf's mouth was still holding the piece of lin armor, and the bottom of the lin armor was stained with red blood stains, dripping to the ground and disappearing into the weeds under his feet.

The head wolf spit out the Lin armor and licked the blood stained on the corner of his mouth. A bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes. He stepped forward and planned to jump behind Shansong again. Without the protection of scales, the head wolf could directly be there. A large piece of meat was torn from the opponent's neck, and even if the opportunity was found, he could bite his throat. The wolf has often dealt with orcs in this way. In this regard, it is more experienced than its own clan.

Shansong was entangled by more than a dozen wild wolves, and he didn't have time to take care of the movements of the wolf. Seeing the wolf pounce, he even surged. Maybe he was going to explain this idea here today.

"Shoo." A crisp sound of breaking through the air sounded abruptly.

The imaginary weight on his back did not come, but a wailing sounded in his ears. Shan Song slapped a paw away from the wolf who was trying to pounce on his neck, and took a moment to take a look at the situation of the wolf. The wolf's left shoulder was stuck. The arrow and the feathers at the tail of the arrow were still trembling little by little with the movements of the wolf.

There was an unfamiliar smell in the air. Shansong looked in the direction that the smell came from, and saw a thin man sitting on a tall antler horse with a handful in his hand. The huge wooden bow has been maintaining the posture of opening the bow. Because of the backlight, Shan Song could not see the appearance of the man, but this picture made him remember for a lifetime, and he could not help but be grateful whenever he thought of it, if it hadn't been for the appearance of a man. No matter it was him, or those people hiding in the cave, I'm afraid there is no way to know when the sun will rise tomorrow.

"I missed it." Luo Zhen gave a light tut. The arrow almost hit the neck of the wolf. It's a pity that there is still a big difference between practicing the target and actual combat.