The first winter wolf that attacked Barrett went around him, Barrett wanted to stop it, but the second and third came to him in an instant.

The second rose in the air, its sharp fangs pointed at the barbarian's throat; the third followed, ready to bite Barrett's thigh; the fourth and fifth arched around the periphery, as if ready to keep up. Their cooperation with each other is very tacit, and their attacks are closely connected, and they are less conceited than the best troops.

A lone wolf dies, a pack of wolves grows, and the hunting of a pack of wolves is like this.

The pounced Winter Wolf was in mid-air, and before he could touch Barret, he suddenly exhaled a cloud of freezing air at him. At the moment when the barbarian adventurer faced the freezing air, the short body avoided the breath attack and the following flying. The green stubble that had just grown on his head rubbed the edge of the freezing air, and was covered with a layer of hoarfrost, but Barrett didn't stop at all. He swung the "fire beauty" in his hand sideways, facing him who was about to attack him. The third one from the next plate.

The third winter wolf sideways avoided the risk of being cut over, but his body was still scratched by the sharp sword. The flames of magic ignited the thick fur on the winter wolf, causing serious damage to this cold creature, which is very afraid of fire. The hapless winter wolf let out a tragic howl and staggered back.

The fourth one followed, and the attack wave did not stop. The winter wolf ignored its ignited kin, and rushed directly to Barret without giving him a chance to breathe. The fifth rushed to the "Fire Wolf" and spit out freezing air at it, trying to extinguish the flame.

It all happened in two heartbeats.

Barrett used the shield in his right hand to hold off the attack of the Winter Wolf, and his sturdy body only took half a step back before standing still. The claws of the winter wolf grabbed the leather armor made of petrified cowhide, leaving several scratches on it, but the claws could not pierce the armor, and the scale-like petrified cowhide provided excellent defense.

Barrett took advantage of the situation to stab the attacker's jaw with the "fire beauty", the sharp sword pierced from the top of the winter wolf's head, and the air was instantly filled with a burnt smell of barbecue, the winter wolf only wailed for a while and then disappeared. sound.

This is the one with the scar on its body, and the barbarian recognized it.

Barrett glanced around with his peripheral vision. The first and second winter wolves that passed by him did not turn around to attack. Barrett found that they were actually heading towards Old Will. Obviously, the fluent mage The magic attack just now left a deep impression on the wolves.

The wolves think that the Mage is a greater threat, and want to bypass Barret to attack the Mage. .

Barrett knows that high-level mages are not afraid of melee attacks. They are usually surrounded by several layers of different types of protective magic, which can effectively resist various types of attacks from physical to magic. But Old Will's robe was not marked with a grade, and Barrett was embarrassed to ask, which made him worried about Old Will.

The barbarian took a half step back again, took the "Huomeiren" out of the corpse, and took a rare breather to observe the situation:

The half-elf held a peculiarly-shaped one-handed sword in both hands. The sword was not flaming like Barrett's Fire Beauty, but was flushed red as if it had just been taken out of the forge, with a "hissing" sound. Strange sound. The air around the blade was slightly distorted by the terrifying high temperature.

Estelle has already fallen 5 winter wolves, the efficiency is very good, but there may also be the help of old Will. The ogres were surrounded by four winter wolves, but the beasts did not attack blindly. Obviously, they didn't know what to do with such a heavily armed steel fortress.

As for Old Will, he was flying in mid-air at this time, looking at the surrounding situation indifferently. Below the mage, there are three winter wolves wandering in place, jumping up from time to time, but there is still a considerable distance from the mage in the air.

Seeing that Barrett was paying attention to him, Old Will waved his hand and smiled at the barbarian.

If there is any magic that the sorcerers are most envied by ordinary people, it must be "flying". The third-level spell "flying" is a watershed for mages to protect themselves, while the third-level spell "fireball" is a watershed for mages to attack.

Barret's heart was relieved. In this way, he didn't need to be distracted to take care of his partner behind him (actually, it was useless to take care of him, he still let the two winter wolves slip past), and he could concentrate on the battle in front of him. .

Two more winter wolves attacked Barritt from left to right. Barbarian drew a flying axe from his waist with his right hand, and threw the flying axe at the attacker on his left with his arms rounded. Barrett was very confident in his skills. He didn't check to see if the throwing axe hit the target, but turned around to meet the Winter Wolf on his right.

The barbarians of Nord are even more proficient at using flying axes than eating knives and forks, and Barrett has been the best among them since he was a child.

There was a scream of misery behind him, and the killing made Barrett feel better and better. Although the barbarian never thought he was the kind of person who was bloodthirsty, the feeling of life being drained from his hands still made him feel uncontrollably comfortable.

The attacker in front of him did not rush directly to Barrett, but stopped in place and blew a large mouthful of freezing air at him. The barbarian hates magic attacks very much, and he would rather face a large swarm of spears and throwing axes than the most common magic missiles.

The freezing air hit Barret in a cone shape, covering a large area, causing the latter to roll around in embarrassment before he was about to dodge. As soon as Barrett got up, he found that his body was covered with a flickering light curtain, and Old Will's voice came from his ear.

"Now you don't need to worry about their 'bad breath'." Old Will shouted behind him in a relaxed tone, "That magic shield can withstand four or five 'bad breath' attacks for you."

It couldn't be more timely! Barrett smiled wickedly, and strode towards the winter wolf that was slightly sluggish after breathing out the freezing air. The latter seemed to be captured by the barbarian's aura, bared his teeth, and slowly retreated with a low growl.

The offense and defense changed, and Barrett hurried to the opponent. After all, the winter wolf is a proud creature. It did not run away with its tail tucked in, but greeted it head-on with a roar.

The battle between the sharp claw and the sharp sword came to an instant in an instant - the sharp sword won, and the sharp claw fell. Barrett slit the winter wolf's throat, and the flames from the sword scorched the fur around the wound.

The quality of such fur has dropped a lot, and Barrett frowned, which means that the selling price will also be much lower.

There was another loud howl, and more winter wolves came out of the dark forest, enough to number twenty or thirty. At least 80% of the adventurer team in the entire Bay of Pigs will be destroyed by the attack of this number of winter wolves. Even if the remaining teams can resist, there will be varying degrees of losses.

The first two exploratory attacks of the Winter Wolves were ineffective, and they were very bad. They did not cause any harm to Barrett and the others. According to his understanding of the cunning creature like the winter wolf, the wolves should retreat in time.

He didn't know what the alpha wolf was thinking. According to Donglang's high intelligence, he probably wouldn't choose to gnaw at their "hard bones".

Barrett was slightly puzzled, but reality didn't allow him to think too much.

The wolves slowly lined up in an arc to surround them, silent, and their bodies fell to the ground. There was another howl deep in the forest, and nearly thirty winter wolves began to slowly approach the crowd.

The half-elf and the ogre were already in one place, and Barret walked over quickly.

If there is no such magical attack as freezing air, Barret believes that he can deal with at least a dozen winter wolves, and then jumps into the tree and waits for the wolves to retreat. But if he was really surrounded and there were no fir trees for him to escape from, Barrett believed that the winter wolves would not choose to attack frontally. UU reading www. uukanshu.com devours the meat and the bones.

"Bow your head!" While running, Barrett heard old Will shout to him. Immediately afterwards, he saw a scorching fireball dragging a slender tail flame towards not far behind him.

What followed was a violent explosion and a scream of pain. The barbarian felt a scorching heat on the back of his neck, and he was hit by something on his back several times. The wave formed by the explosion hit him and fell to the ground.

One of the winter wolves around the ogre came to attack him. Barrett hurriedly got up and stabbed the sharp sword into its throat against the freezing air of the beast.

At least it won't hurt the fur, he thought.

Moglock wielded his warhammer, driving away those beasts like flies, and brought Barrett into his tower shield. Taking advantage of the chance to breathe, the barbarian thought about the back of his neck, and threw a piece of charred flesh with fur attached to it on the ground.

"I did bow my head." He looked up at Old Will in the air, "but that was of no use."

"I'm sorry." Old Will's voice came from above, his tone was relaxed, and he couldn't hear the slightest regret in it, "You will get used to it slowly. When I studied in the Magic Association, I was never an honor student. ......" He exposed his own dark history without hesitation.

I don't want to get used to this kind of thing, Barrett thought. If you don't use magic well, people will die, including the mage himself.

"Hey, now is not the time to talk about this." The half-elf's voice came from the other side of the ogre, "Look ahead!"

The next moment, the wolves in the distance shot over like white arrows, even giving Barrett the feeling of an avalanche.

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