Just looking around, there were wolf-headed men with pointed ears and long noses in all directions. Heimer admitted that this was a bit bad.
He shook his wrist, and the long sword in his hand picked out a few bloody sword flowers in the air. He was not quite used to this new sword he got from the caravan, but it was still more than enough to kill enemies.
There is already a gap in the originally smooth sword. The quality of this sword is average, and it will inevitably be scratched by the bones.
Heimer jumped away from the warm corpse at his feet to prevent his actions from being affected.
Heimer also admitted that he was a little impulsive and that the timing was not good. He should have taken the initiative to create greater chaos to gain an advantage.
These wolf-headed men are not just ordinary people. Unless they find opportunities to defeat them one by one, the result of directly attacking them will be that they will be trapped in a tight siege like he is now.
It's just that he did it all and has nothing to regret.
Always encountering such unlucky things, Heimer didn't know what to say about his fate.
Those wolf-headed men were chasing after them based on the rut marks. It had rained lightly along the way and there was a lot of mud on the road. The wheels would naturally leave obvious traces after being run over.
But Heimer was not worried about this, or in other words, no one cared about it. In everyone's minds, the wolf-headed man had been far away, and there should be no threat.
No one knew that they would really follow them all the way, so when they were attacked, Zeref and Heimer were still thinking about whether to risk the danger and continue to go to the forest to look for the boy and the girl.
By the time Heimer realized that the surrounding atmosphere was abnormal, it was too late.
The ambush of the wolf-headed men was ready, and they were too agile. As soon as Heimer drew his sword, more than a dozen wolf-headed men rushed in front of him.
Although Heimer took advantage of the opponent's hasty response and quickly managed to break out of the encirclement, Zeref was not so lucky.
Zeref was just a cook with some strength and was no match for the wolf-headed warriors. He was immediately knocked down by the two oncoming wolf-headed men with a few punches.
At this time, he did not expect Heimel to come to save him. Zeref also knew that Heimel could not save himself at this time, let alone save himself, who was holding him back.
But when he saw that Heimer was still looking at him from time to time while running, as if he was trying to distract himself to save himself, Zeref immediately spoke out to dispel Heimer's thoughts.
"Run! Sir, please run quickly!"
When Zeref said this, he was already pinned down by the two wolf-headed men, and there was no possibility of escaping independently.
Of course Zeref wants to live, but he has a conscience and doesn't want others to be put in danger because of him.
What's more, turning back to save yourself when being chased by dozens of wolf-headed men is almost a death sentence.
So Heimel escaped on his own, and Zeref, who was left behind, didn't complain.
Zeref, who was sure that he could not move any of his limbs, gave up struggling and resigned to his fate.
However, after Heimer successfully escaped into the jungle, these wolf-headed men did not just let him go as their only prisoner.
Although Zeref was said to be very honest, they still used whips to beat him to pieces.
Not only that, the tall wolf-headed leader also chewed off a piece of meat from his thigh and shoulder. No matter how much Zeref begged for mercy, these orcs had no intention of stopping.
It wasn't until Zeref was dying that the wolf-headed men tied his limbs with strips of cloth, and then Zeref was thrown beside the carriage like a pile of rags.
The wolf-headed leader was very dissatisfied with the result of only catching Zeref, so most of the wolf-headed men went to the jungle to continue searching for traces of Heimer, leaving only a few wolf-headed men behind.
Zeref leaned his head against the partition of the carriage and gasped, using the cold wooden board to cool down his hot body. He didn't expect to escape, but he still had some hope for a miracle.
Maybe Zeref didn't understand why the wolf-headed man suddenly beat him like this, but Heimer, who was quietly lurking nearby, knew the real reason.
Zeref is actually a decoy, one of the decoys to be precise.
The other party only left seven wolf-headed men behind, and the other wolf-headed men all went to the forest to search for traces of humans. Of course, they were worried that they would lose sight of one thing.
When the wolf-headed men injured Zeref, they were not simply torturing him. They deliberately put Zeref into a state where it was difficult for him to walk freely. This would greatly increase the difficulty of successfully rescuing Zeref.
If Heimer chooses to escape directly, he may be hit by the large army of wolf-headed men; if he chooses to save others, he will fall into the opponent's trap.
The wolf-headed man deliberately sent only a few men to guard the carriage, and did not even kill the horses to cut off their hope of using the carriage to escape. He also left their seriously injured companion here.
Ordinary people might be overjoyed at the situation before them, but Heimer knew that everything was a ploy by the other party. After all, he had been dealing with the orcs for a year.
This temporary stronghold is actually the bait dropped by the wolf-headed men, waiting for them to bite the hook.
Orcs are not as stupid as they are in the poems of ignorant bards and the songs of comic court jesters. Many times they appear to be more cunning than humans.
In his military memory, the despair and disbelief on the faces of his comrades who died tragically in the traps set by the orcs before they died was still vivid in his mind.
Without personal experience, how can one know how terrifying the orcs, a race that has been fighting against humans for hundreds of years, really are.
The few wolf-headed men left behind are definitely not simple. They should be the elite of the group of wolf-headed men. Moreover, Heimer believes that once he gets into a fierce battle, he may not be able to escape. The speed of the large army of wolf-headed men returning to support
It will probably be amazing.
Although he knew there was a trap in front of him, Heimer still wanted to get in and try.
He had already figured it out that there were only two outcomes of taking risks: life or death.
If he succeeds, he can escape with his injured companions in a carriage, and he can also draw the attention of the wolf-headed people, so that the teenagers who are likely to get lost in the forest will no longer be in danger.
If you fail...it will be nothing more than death.
His mother's necklace was faintly hot on his chest, and he seemed to feel the worry of his mother from afar through the necklace. But he had the flag of Badafinre wrapped around his arm, and he was also wearing Badafinre's armor, which meant that he had to
fighting.
Heimer knew his identity very well. He was an imperial soldier, the proudest member of the Bardafinre Corps. In his heart, he longed to fight to the death with these enemies who invaded the imperial territory.
What's more, Heimer didn't think he was risking his own life, and no one could say whether he would win or lose.
People are curious, and they are curious about unknown things.
A fish that bites the hook may not become a delicacy on the table, and a stubborn fish may swallow the fisherman's hook.
How can you know the result if you haven't done it before, so Heimer chose to stand up and give it a try.