The fire was almost extinguished, but several houses were still burning.
The village has been completely destroyed, and it can be said that the mission of these wolf-headed men has been basically completed.
But it's a pity that they don't seem to have the opportunity to surrender to their alpha wolf.
In that small open space, there were six wolf-headed men lying in a mess. Obviously, the final winner was not these wolf-headed men who thought they were sure of victory, but the two humans.
There are traces of battle everywhere, the wet bloodstains and the dents left by the swords all tell the story of the intensity of the battle just now.
Among these corpses that should have gradually become cold and stiff and finally fester, there is a restless existence quietly...moving.
"It's... terrible, ahem!!"
Huffman covered the injury with his right hand and crawled slowly on the ground with his left hand.
He coughed twice and spit out a mouthful of blood. It was obvious that the blow to the abdomen had injured his internal organs.
In fact, it was as simple as an injury to the internal organs. Huffman's abdomen had been cut open, and if he hadn't covered it with his hands, the intestines would have fallen out.
The wolf-headed man's tenacious vitality allowed him to survive. Although Huffman's injuries looked a bit horrific, as long as he could get treatment in time, such injuries were nothing.
The strength of the human in light armor greatly exceeded his expectations. If it weren't for this variable, they wouldn't be in such a situation!
Huffman's wolf face was also swollen, and the socket of the only intact eye was bruised and purple, so swollen that he could not see the road ahead clearly.
This was an injury caused by another human being smashing it with a pan. Of course, this was not caused during a head-on confrontation, but the shameless human being actually hit his own head with that thing when he fell to the ground pretending to be dead.
of.
Although it was very humiliating, he still resisted the urge to turn over and break the human's neck with his claws, and quietly pretended that he was already a corpse.
With his endurance, he finally deceived the eyes of these two humans. Now that the enemy was far away, he had to quickly find a way to notify his other brothers. As long as the support came, no matter what "Badafen"
No matter how capable you are, it will lead to a dead end.
Huffman clutched his abdomen and continued to crawl up a gentle slope in front of him, and finally climbed up to a high place. There was blood flowing from his wounds all the way.
"Come, my brothers, kill our enemies."
Huffman pulled his right hand out from the wound, put the blood-soaked hand to his mouth, and stuck out his tongue to taste his own sweet blood. It was as if the blood actually belonged to the two humans, making him hungry and thirsty.
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The intact eyes of the wolf-headed man were full of bloodshot eyes, and the wound on his abdomen was still bleeding, but Huffman didn't care.
As soon as he climbed up the hill, his chest puffed up and he started howling into the distance.
Ouch!!
Ouch!!
…
His howl immediately spread in the air, and this howl full of warning and calling immediately received a response from his companions in the distance. The group of wolf-headed men also began to howl, and they responded to Huffman,
While transmitting the warning of the enemy's incoming attack to further places.
Soon, his companions will come. As long as they come, these humans will die!
Huffman thought about this ending, and his heart was filled with joy.
He grinned involuntarily. Although it was a pity that he could not kill his enemy with his own hands, the imaginary scenes of life being worse than death were enough to relieve his anger.
"We have to change places quickly, maybe those humans are still nearby."
Huffman understood that his current state was quite dangerous, and the actions he had just made should have been noticed by those humans.
So he must find a place to hide now and wait for those humans to be torn into pieces.
Huffman began to move his no longer flexible body and began to slowly climb down the hillside.
In the meantime, he looked back at the burning house. In his spare time, he was still wondering how much hatred Nursha had against the human mother and daughter inside, and actually wanted them to kill these two helpless people.
The powerful human female was trapped in the house and burned alive.
However, Huffman has done similar things often. His left eye was shot blind by a Tatar ranger with a hunting bow. From then on, he actively responded to the orders from above not to take prisoners.
He took the lead and threw the torch towards the prisoner tent where the old, weak, sick and disabled Tatars were held.
Therefore, regarding Nursha's behavior, he was just curious about the wolf's motives, and had no dissatisfaction with the execution of Nursha's orders.
Huffman has already crawled down the slope. He will find a place to hide later until support arrives, and he will be saved.
"There!"
The sudden roar frightened Huffman out of his wits. He turned his head in that direction and saw the group of humans not far away. It was obvious that he had been discovered.
When he saw the young crossbowman, Huffman knew that the idiot, the black-haired Bagru, was also dead.
These three humans appeared neatly on the street, and Huffman couldn't help but feel despair.
He immediately staggered up and ran away desperately, regardless of the pain on his body.
As long as he could get away from those people's sight in time, he might still be able to escape.
However, the other party had no intention of giving him this slim hope.
Just like these wolf-headed men didn't intend to give anyone hope before, that team also didn't intend to let anyone go.
Whoosh!
A crossbow arrow was fired, and Huffman felt the chill on his back and quickly lay down.
Although Huffman moved quickly, it was a pity that the opponent obviously anticipated his movements.
The moment Huffman lay down, it was as if he had put his head in front of the arrow, and the crossbow arrow pierced his throat.
"Ugh...ouch..."
Huffman choked and couldn't breathe. After the main artery in his neck was cut, bright red blood immediately spewed out from the injury in his neck.
"Hey, this guy is not dead yet?"
Zeref was the first to run over. He immediately recognized that this was the one-eyed wolf-headed man from before, and he took out his frying pan from the bag on his back.
"OK!"
Zeref smiled happily, like a 42-year-old child.
"Our accounts haven't been settled yet, I have to treat you to finish the pancakes."
At this time, Huffman was not completely exhausted. He watched helplessly as this shameless human took out the pan that he was already familiar with.
The dark bottom of the pot expanded in his sight, and Huffman widened his remaining eye for the last time.
clang!
Dangdang!
…
The unlucky wolf-headed captain was humiliated by the frying pan... and was beaten to death.
The young man put away the military crossbow in his hand. This was the spare military crossbow that Zeref and Heimer kept. Thanks to this military crossbow, the young man finally did not have to forcefully participate in hand-to-hand combat.
Seeing Zeref running to deal with the dying wolf-headed man, the young man ignored him and ran in one direction on his own.
"Where are you going? Come back quickly."
Seeing that the young man had run away, Heimer quickly followed him to avoid letting the young man act alone again.
Heimer heard the howl of the wolf-headed man, and he understood that it was to call his companions. Knowing how quickly these wolf-headed men moved, he believed that the village would be surrounded by those wolf-headed men before long, and this place was no longer suitable.
Stay long.
"Come here!!"
The young man had no intention of going back. He ran straight to an independent house and waved to Heimer.
"What's wrong?"
Heimer chased after him in a few seconds. At the same time, he was a little surprised at the speed of recovery of this young man who should have been extremely weak.
"Here, use your sword to split it open. There is someone inside!"
The boy pointed at the door of the house, which was sealed from the outside with many wooden bars. The house was still being roasted by flames. Apparently, the latest fire in the house was set not long ago.
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"Huh? OK."
Heimer didn't doubt anything. Since the young man was so sure, he followed the young man's instructions and struck the door with his sword.
With a "clang" sound, the sharp sword split the fragile wooden door in half.
As soon as Heimer put away his sword, the young man rushed directly into the room.
"Hey! Be careful."
Heimer wanted to call him out. After all, the house was still on fire, the temperature inside was very high, the structure of the house was also very fragile, and he didn't know if there would be any other dangers.
But the boy ignored Heimer's warning and rushed into the back room.
It's here, it's almost here.
His heart was beating violently, and a voice was urging him to go in quickly. The young man did not resist the instruction that he did not know where it came from. He could feel that someone was calling for help in front of him.
There were flames spreading everywhere in front of him, and the red fire burned the young man's hair into curls, but he still rushed into the depths of the fire without hesitation.
There is a door at the end of these flames. The old wooden door has been blackened by the smoke. Judging from the red wood beside the door, it is clear that this door has a very high temperature.
So the young man pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed the door with the sword. Then he spread his hands, put his palms together, and slapped the sword hilt with all his strength.
This blow shattered the door in one fell swoop, and the broken door leaves were scattered on the ground together with the wood chips. The surrounding fire followed, and the flames climbed up the door frame, eating away at every structure in the house.
The spreading fire did not scare him, and the young man walked into the room shrouded in flames.
The boy's footsteps, which had been moving forward, now stopped.
There was a girl in front of her. Even though her whole body was covered with dark ash, it was still possible to tell that she was a girl.
The girl was choking, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes. I don't know whether it was from the smoke or because she was really grief-stricken.
"Stop crying."
The boy knelt on one knee in front of the girl, held her shoulder and said softly: "I...are here to save you."