Zeref hid beside the burning room from the beginning. He wanted to observe the situation first. If the knight was defeated, he was ready to drag the young man and run away.
At that time, he thought to himself that it would be better to leave one person here than to have to deal with everything here.
But that was the worst plan. When Heimel quickly killed the wolf-headed man, Zeref immediately ran out of his hiding place.
He ran to the corpse, knelt down and began to look for anything useful that might be on the wolf-headed man.
"Stop searching, we have to leave quickly."
Heimer grabbed Zeref's shoulders and stopped him.
"Uh? Why?"
Zeref was puzzled. Although the wolf-headed man did not seem to have any oil or water on his body, there should be no harm in scraping it.
"Those beasts should have noticed this. We have to leave quickly."
Heimer knew that his own fault lay in the smell of blood in this place.
Although he killed his opponent in a few rounds without causing any trouble, he accidentally caused trouble at the end.
The smell of blood was very strong in the surrounding air. If these two wolf-headed men had companions nearby, they must have noticed something unusual in this place.
"Everyone, get out of the way!!"
The boy yelled and pulled the trigger with his index finger.
"Ugh!"
Behind the two people, a shadow hidden in the fire let out a scream, and a wolf-headed man appeared covering his injured shoulder.
The black-furred wolf-headed man did not dare to pull out the crossbow arrow inserted in the wound along with the flesh and blood, but just held the wound and howled.
Heimer and the two were shocked. They had not noticed this enemy at all just now.
"Trouble!"
Heimer stood up the sword again, with beads of sweat on his hands holding the sword hilt tightly.
The injured wolf-headed man was immediately protected by his companions and then treated by other wolf-headed men.
That's right, it's not just that one that appears in their field of vision at this moment.
"One, two, three, four?! Four more are coming!"
When Zeref said this, he almost bit his tongue.
They were surrounded by these wolf-headed men. There were four of them, not including the one who was injured just now.
If these are all the wolf-headed men left here, then including the two dead ones, there will be a total of seven wolf-headed men left in this village.
A wolf-headed man can compete with three experienced human soldiers, and if they are elites, they are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Let these seven wolf-headed men stay here just to set fire to the village? These wolf-headed men are really boring.
"Tsk!"
This dangerous situation made the young man who hid back to his original hiding spot speechless.
No one would have thought that these wolf-headed men would move so quickly. As soon as they sensed something unusual, they would immediately surround the place.
Because the fire was too dazzling just now, the young man could not aim well at the opponent's vital points. In addition, when he shot the crossbow arrow, the opponent also noticed his attack and dodged. This resulted in the young man's arrow.
Couldn't achieve the effect I wanted.
Facing those wolf-headed men who were eyeing him eagerly, although the young man felt fear in his heart, he was still reloading the crossbow in an orderly manner.
The reason why the young man did not support Heimer in time in the previous battle was also due to the difficulty in loading this kind of military crossbow. The overly tight bow string and mechanism were not suitable for use by a young boy like him who was still weak in physical strength.
At that time, the young man hid himself first and then started loading new crossbow arrows. After loading the crossbow arrows, the battle on Haimer's side was already over.
"Kuleva Susa! (Kill them!)"
These wolf-headed men were frightened and angry.
What was shocking was that they never thought they would be attacked by humans at this time. By the time they realized it, they had already lost two of their companions.
And the anger lies in the fact that facing these humans who took the lives of their companions, if they cannot pay with blood, they will have no shame in going back to see their tribesmen.
A one-eyed wolf-headed man waved his scimitar and rushed at the two of them. Heimer dodged sideways, but Zeref was not so lucky.
Facing the oncoming sword light, Zeref had no time to dodge and fell to his knees directly on the ground.
However, this could not solve the immediate crisis. Out of his survival instinct, he pulled out the mace that the wolf-headed man had dropped on the ground and tried to block it.
But it was too late, the blade with cold light almost touched his nose.
"Uh-huh!!"
Although Zeref had closed his eyes and waited for death, it was not him who screamed, but the one-eyed wolf-headed man.
At this critical moment, the young man shot the crossbow that had just been loaded in his hand.
Although the arrow was shot a little hastily, it still hit the right hand of the wolf-headed man holding the scimitar.
His right hand was pierced by a crossbow arrow, and the wolf-headed man immediately let out a scream and took off his weapon. Zeref also swung the mace in his hand, and the wolf-headed man in front of him, who was still stiff from the pain,
Got beaten up.
The one-eyed wolf-headed man was stunned by Zeref's unintentional attack and was knocked directly to the ground.
When Heimer saw it, he was overjoyed and said: "Beautiful!!
When Heimer, who was standing by, was about to finish off the fallen wolf-headed man with another sword, three other wolf-headed men who were waiting for an opportunity to take action immediately joined the battle circle, leaving him unable to do anything.
"Kerosoka Aque! (Kill that crossbowman!)"
After realizing the threat of this crossbow, the wolf-headed man began to turn his attention to the young man who was still leaning against a wall to load the crossbow.
The wolf-headed man with an injured shoulder rushed in the direction of the young man, obviously he was very upset about the fact that he was hit by an arrow.
While silently thinking that he must tear that human into pieces, he quickly approached the young man with a long knife.
"Ugh!"
The young man ran back with the unloaded crossbow in his arms, but the wolf-headed man was faster and quickly shortened the distance.
Realizing that it was impossible to escape, the young man had no choice but to run to a few broken walls, intending to use the crude terrain to deal with the wolf-headed man. He continued to load the crossbow with both hands, pinning his hopes of a comeback on this clumsy weapon.
At this time, Heimer was completely unable to be distracted by the offensive of the three wolf-headed men, let alone the situation on the boy's side. He could not prevent the boy's crisis at all.
Zeref, who had just stood up, shouted to the boy not far away: "Boy! Leave us alone! Let's go!"
He wanted to stop the wolf-headed man, but the one-eyed wolf-headed man he knocked to the ground stood up unsteadily.
The wolf-headed man roared, pulled out the crossbow arrow stuck in the palm of his hand, and broke it into two pieces. The one-eyed wolf-headed man stared at Zeref, who had his back exposed, and exposed his fangs.
"oops!"
Zeref, who was attacked, couldn't help but scream because of the severe pain. At this time, he only felt a cold feeling on his back, and then there was a burning pain.
The one-eyed wolf-headed man waved his flesh-stained paws and stared at the injured Zeref with interest, like he was looking at a cornered hare.
Zeref received a claw from the wolf-headed man on the back, causing him to lose his balance and stagger, but he did not fall to the ground.
Zeref knew that he could not worry about the boy's safety, so he turned around and shouted: "What the hell! The beast is coming!"
Knowing that the other party could not let him go, Zeref had to solve the situation here first, although... whether he could solve it himself was another matter.
With his face still grimacing in pain, Zeref threw away the heavy mace in his hand and took out a pan from the small bag on his back.
"It's better to get this thing."
Although the wolf-headed man in front of him saw him taking out the pan, he looked at him as if he was looking at something... some weird thing.
The one-eyed wolf-headed man saw that his opponent's choice of weapon was so "special" that he didn't even pick up the scimitar at his feet.
He just extended his claws, as if to show that he could kill Zeref who was only holding a pan with his bare hands.
"Hey..." Zeref muttered, seeming to be a little sure, "If you underestimate a dedicated cook's understanding of pots, something will happen to you..."
Although he was saying beautiful words, there were actually large beads of sweat on his forehead, his heart was beating fast, and he was extremely panicked.
Zeref took a deep breath, turned the pan over in his hand, pointed the bottom of the pan at the one-eyed wolf-headed man, and shouted:
"Come on! Let me give you a taste of pie!"
After saying that, he held the pot in his hand and threw it at the wolf-headed man who was still looking at him with a playful look.
At the same time, the one-eyed wolf-headed man also extended his wolf claws and came forward.
Zeref looked at the sharp claws stabbing at his heart and thought to himself: This is probably the bravest time for him.
At this time, he seemed to hear the boy's shout in the distance, but Zeref, like Heimer who was in a bitter battle, could no longer care about anything else.
"Are you asking for more blessings? Boy, you are always lucky anyway."