"Fire! They are afraid of fire!" the ranger yelled. "Shout louder! Don't stop! They are afraid of loud noises!"

The firelight of the camp in the distance gave everyone limited support, while the night stood on the side of the wolves.

The wolf wandered around, not attacking immediately and not ready to give up.

As Roger worked hard to strike the flint, he heard the priest singing a hymn loudly. He kept holding his hand while turning his head and looking around, trying to see everything around him clearly.

The wolves are howling, one after another.

The baron covered Roger behind him. His sword was still in the bear's body. He could only hold the shield with both hands, always ready to fight.

Roger could not count how many wolves came, their green eyes flashing and disappearing in the darkness. The flint was knocked out of sparks, but he found that he had not prepared flammable hay.

"Howl!" the blacksmith roared.

Roger saw the blacksmith swinging the hammer. The wolf dodged and the blacksmith missed. Then another wolf jumped out of the darkness and tried to attack the lone blacksmith. Behind the firelight, Roger saw them as shadow puppets.

Several dark shadows kept intertwining and intertwining.

The ranger shouted: "Stand back! Stay together, don't scatter!"

The priest kept chanting hymns and waved his mace in the air. Roger didn't know who the priest was scaring. There was nothing but darkness in front of him.

The ranger fired an arrow at the right side of the blacksmith, but hit nothing. The wolf that tried to attack just pounced and retreated into the darkness.

The blacksmith swung his hammer to drive away the other wolf, then turned and ran towards Roger.

Two wolves jumped out of the darkness at the same time and rushed towards the blacksmith.

"Don't turn your back to the wolf!" the ranger shouted urgently, and shot another arrow. The hasty arrow struck the grass, only causing the chasing wolf to pause.

The blacksmith turned around and made a powerful horizontal swing. He probably thought he could hit the follower, but in the end he just made the wolf laugh.

One wolf took advantage of the blacksmith and swung his head towards him, while the other wolf rushed towards the ranger.

The ranger loaded another arrow and looked at the blacksmith.

Another wolf scurried out of the darkness silently, trying to sneak up on the ranger.

The baron waved the shield in his hand and pushed away the wolf that attacked the ranger.

The blacksmith did not stop swinging the hammer over his head. He turned like a whirlwind and threw the hammer on the head of the wolf approaching him, knocking it away.

The wolf running towards the ranger did not attack. It turned around and fled into the darkness. It was obvious that its posture just now was just to protect its sneak attack companion.

"Awwwww~" the wolf howled, and all the wolves fled into the darkness. The wolf hit by the blacksmith rolled a few times after falling to the ground, shook its head, stood up again, and retreated into the darkness.

Everyone gathered together, back to back to catch their breath.

"They left? Did we fight them off?" Roger asked with hope.

"No, the real battle hasn't started yet. It was just their test." The ranger nocked an arrow, alert, and said, "A copper head, an iron tail, and a tender waist. If you want to kill a wolf, you have to hit the waist."

Roger finally lit a fire, sacrificing his burqa. The crowd slowly moved towards the camp, like a sea urchin, more like a turtle.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch~" the sharp howl sounded again.

The wolf appeared in the direction of the camp, cutting off their return. The horses were neighing.

Roger looked for his pony worriedly. Everyone tore off their robes to continue the fire.

A wolf that was trying to make a sneak attack was frightened by the sudden intensification of the fire, and ran away with its tail between its legs.

Everyone waved their burning burqas and accelerated their pace back to the camp.

The wolves howled even more rapidly, and several wolves rushed towards the baron who was standing behind.

The baron shrank and held his shield in front of his chest, moving in a small area to block the bites again and again. His legs were as flexible as dancing, bouncing and kicking, kicking away the wolf that tried to bite his tendons.

The "gift" blew past everyone like a gust of wind, almost knocking everyone's turtle formation apart, and two wolves with drooping tongues chased after them.

Roger shouted loudly, asking "Gift" to join them.

A wolf lunged at the pony's throat. The pony swerved and sped up, sending it flying into the air. Then they chased each other into the darkness.

Roger was a little worried. He knew that the "gift" would be fine one-on-one. It had been taught by his father's war horse, but wolves had tactics, and it was easy for a pony to run amok alone and suffer losses. But Roger had nothing to do now.

He has no time to take care of himself.

The clothes were almost burned out, and everyone's footsteps kept moving. The baron was fighting and retreating, always staying at the end of the team.

There were wolves howling in the direction the pony left. The baron's opponent retreated decisively when the fierce attack was ineffective. Roger thought that if the baron had a sword in his hand, the battle would have been over long ago.

The blacksmith opened the way wildly, and Roger thought he was just swinging wildly and hitting the ground. But the blacksmith's momentum scared away the wolf blocking the way.

The ranger concentrated on shooting an arrow, and the little wolf that hesitated on the battlefield paid the price for its inexperience.

Roger and the priest guarded both sides of the procession, waving the last two pieces of clothing that were on fire.

The priest's non-stop hymns inspired Roger, who had to shout "ya, ya" into the darkness, baring his teeth and claws like a crab.

Just as he was about to enter the camp, a maroon pig teammate ran straight towards Roger.

Roger turned sideways to let the "gift" pass, and then he found himself face to face with seven wolves, one of which was obviously taller.

The eyes of these wolves that had been slipped around by the ponies were filled with anger. Their back hair stood on end, their lips were wrinkled, and their sharp front teeth were exposed.

Roger hurriedly waved the burning cloth in his hand and shouted loudly to warn the other party that this road was blocked.

But this action only caused the flames to shrink.

The alpha wolf pounced on Roger without hesitation.

The other six wolves hesitated for a moment, and then rushed forward or behind the first wolf.

The alpha wolf tackled Roger.

Roger lay back, legs curled up, and pressed the burning cloth in his hand towards the other person's face.

The alpha wolf was still a little afraid of the flames that were so close in front of him. He gave up on biting and turned his face to dodge.

Roger, who was lying on his back, used the rabbit to kick the eagle, and kicked the wolf's soft belly hard, sending it flying away.

A wolf followed him and pounced on Roger who fell to the ground.

A flying mace hit the wolf on the head, and it shook its head and slowed down.

Another wolf crossed it, targeting Roger again.

A flying shield struck the wolf on the waist, and it rolled on the ground with a howl.

Three wolves ganged up on Roger.

Roger had just turned over and was crawling.

A big hammer flew over with a powerful force that could destroy the world.

Roger was so frightened that he quickly fell to the ground.

The hammer passed over the back of Roger's head like a meteorite, hitting the grass and splashing a piece of dirt.

The three wolves were frightened and cowered with their tails between their legs.

Out of the corner of his eye, Roger saw a burning plane rushing towards him, and he felt that he had been frightened into a state of insanity.

The ranger ran over holding two burning branches.

The alpha wolf howls and the pack retreats.

Roger jumped up. A group of naked and bare-handed guys watched the rangers shouting and fighting, waving fire knives wildly, and going crazy in the air.

Roger knew they had won. He wanted to smile, but just as he grinned, a little wolf emerged from behind.

The little wolf passed under Roger's bare crotch, and the hard hairs on his back scraped his penis.

"Ah! Ah! Ah~" Roger exclaimed.

He was so frightened that the hair on his body stood up, and fluid leaked from his penis.

A maroon shadow passed by with a gust of wind, adding a chill to Roger's cold hands and feet.

Roger, who had regained his composure, saw the little wolf with its tail clamped, being chased, bitten, kicked and trampled by "Gift", running around the place in a panic.

A famous saying suddenly popped into his mind: panic is like a lost dog, haste is like a fish that has slipped through the net.
Chapter completed!