The source of strength is his horse.

The female beast seemed to feel the call from the male. The long-depressed hormones activated the brain and released an astonishing violent force. Regardless of the fact that the reins were still in the master's hand, he turned around in a roar. If the two guards standing nearby were quick-eyed and fast-handed, and tightly grasped its mane and saddle, Lu Fengguo, who was caught off guard, would have been dragged dozens of meters away in the snow.

"Bastard!" The angry deer king cursed repeatedly. He loosened the reins and untied the whip hanging around his waist, intending to give this ungrateful beast a look.

An indescribable atmosphere of fear spread instantly, as if the madness of the deer king mounts instantly infected all the horses. They began to roar, roaring inexplicable meaning, kicking the horse's hooves, spinning in anxiety, struggling to get rid of the constraints from their respective masters.

"What's wrong with them?"

"What the hell is going on with these horses?"

"Hold it, hold them..."

There were a lot of surprise voices everywhere, and the soldiers subconsciously clasped their weapons. Although they were not clear about it, Lu Fengguo was not confused. He knew very well that animals had a mysterious instinct that surpassed humans in predicting dangers. Before he could think too much, he kept shouting: "Get on the horse, get off here quickly."

Almost at the same time as he issued the order, a large black tide suddenly surged from the deep forest in front of him.

There were as many as hundreds of howling wolves.

God knows where they came out, like a tide of terrible power, quietly approaching the beach from under the water, suddenly pushing the water upwards when no one notices it, and drowning everything with violent power.

These ferocious beasts are quick to move, with thick, hairy claws supporting their bodies to run at high speed on the snow surface, and will not sink deeper than humans because of the imbalance between weight and the foot-sole standing point. They stir up snow all over the woodland, bursting out roars that make people numb.

Everyone, including Lu Fengguo, was shocked.

The wolves came so suddenly that they rushed out of the high place along the mountain, perhaps hidden there for a long time, or perhaps attracted by the unscrupulous laughter of the royal hunting team. In this cold season, the cruel environment forces them to do anything and treat any living creatures as snacks.

Lu Fengguo felt his mind become stiff in an instant, and his hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably. He instinctively wanted to bend his bow and shoot at one of the wolfs, but his trembling legs could not help but have the urge to step on the stirrup and turn the horse's head to escape immediately.

Several soldiers who responded faster had already shot arrows. They were also panicked, with no accuracy in the panic, and the feather arrows shot were obviously insufficient, which was completely different from when they were in normal training.

The snow in the dense forest is very deep. Most people have already dismounted before. They are now screaming and yelling and holding the reins, urging the horses to turn directions from the snow. Horses feel more deeply about danger than humans. They jump on the snow, struggling to pull out horse hooves from the depths of the snow, but step on them again in panic and fear, and at the same time they have to endure the whip waving in the master's hand... Roaring, swearing, screaming, and the sound of metallic collisions between weapons. All of this makes the atmosphere in the dense forest more dull, driving away almost all oxygen completely, which is suffocating.

"...Run, run..." This is the only sentence that Lu Fengguo can find at this moment.

The wolf pack forwards had already rushed to the vicinity, and these ferocious beasts were not eager to attack. They maintained a high-speed running posture, divided into two teams left and right, and bypassed the crowded crowd.

It was not until this time that people suddenly realized that the size of the wolves was far beyond imagination, not the hundreds that looked like before, but more than thousands.

Where do so many wolves come from?

Everyone has common questions in their minds, but they cannot find the answer through inquiries.

The wolves began to attack.

Three black howling wolves pounced on Lu Fengguo, which was in front of the crowd at the same time. Under normal circumstances, he would not stay in this position, but it was different to go out to hunt. Moreover, Beishan Hunting Ground is very close to Bucks City, so there should be no problem with safety. Inertial thinking triggered a terrible disaster. The distance was too close to the bow and arrow. The elderly deer king threw away the hunting bow in his hand and pulled out his sword. Just as he was about to raise it, the black wolf leading the attack suddenly jumped from the snow and rushed through the air at a dazzling speed. He opened his bloody mouth and bit Lu Fengguo's right wrist holding the knife.

The deer king's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he shook his arms like crazy, trying to break free from the mouth of this damn beast. Its teeth were so sharp and hard as steel pliers. It stared at itself with cruel and irrational eyes. The red blood oozed out from its hairy and fishy lips, and an inexplicable "whimper" sound deep in his throat. This real giant wolf was about the same height as that of Lu Fengguo's love horse. It raised its claws, and the other two black howling wolves rushed up, biting the deer king's legs respectively, and cooperated with each other.

Lu Fengguo felt his wrist bitten off, and then a severe pain came from the bottom of his body. He screamed and lowered his head, and saw that the clothes and pants were torn to pieces near the abdomen on the upper side of his left leg were torn, and the half-meter-long muscle layer was torn apart. The wolf's teeth were not a knife and had no horizontal cutting effect. The hungry beast opened his mouth and bit it, dragging the belt blood backwards, and the tender yellow fat trembled in the cold air, and thick white bones were exposed under the bright red muscles.

"...Save...Help..." Lu Fengguo fell to the ground with his back to the sky, roaring with terror that was extremely fearful.

The sound lasted only two seconds, and a black howling wolf that caught up from behind joined the blood-food feast. It pressed the Deer King's chest with its powerful claws, swept past his face, which was completely twisted under the influence of fear and despair, aimed at its fragile and unprotected neck, and opened its mouth and bit it.

The eldest prince was bitten by a giant wolf and screamed at the top of his lungs, but the guards around him were busy with the attacking wolf pack. Seeing the other two black howling wolves coming back to him, the eldest prince made up his mind, endured the severe pain and pulled out his sword, aimed it at his wrist, and slashed it hard.

Blood splattered everywhere. He gritted his teeth tightly, and with the fierceness that suddenly burst out from his body, he swung his knife to stab the wave head that held his broken hand. The tip of the knife pierced into the wolf's eyes. The powerful force pushed the metal blade to cut the bones and stabbed it deeply into the wolf's head.

When the sword was pulled out of the beast's body, the eldest prince felt as cold sweat as if he was exhausted. He turned around and ran towards the crowd, roaring like thunder.

"Second, third brother, go quickly!"

He saw that Lu Fengguo was eaten by several black howling wolves, and it was no longer helpful. The eldest prince wanted to warn others with a roar. Only loud enough could force him to support him. He dragged his tired legs and endured the pain of bleeding and broken arms. He shouted twice, but was knocked down by a giant wolf flying from behind, biting his neck, and his head lost its spinal support on the spot and fell from his shoulders.

The second prince and the third prince were in the back, and they were surrounded by a group of guards. Despite this, the second prince's back was still torn apart by wolf claws, and a scar of more than 60 centimeters was shocking. He protected his injured brother desperately and helped the third prince climb onto the horse's back, but he lost his balance and fell from the other end of the saddle, falling heavily.

"Second brother... I... I can't do it anymore... You, go quickly!" The third prince sat on the ground. His face was pale, his swollen lips opened, and his hands were tightly covering his stomach. He was bitten by a giant wolf in the chaos, and a hole was pulled open with the belt flesh. The intestines flowed out more than ten centimeters long. In the cold environment, it quickly lost its temperature and became blue and purple. The third prince tried to stuff it back several times, and then flowed out again. When he got on the horse, his hands had to hold the saddle, and the unblocked intestinal duct flowed out of his body... He gave up completely now. Although his hands covered the wound, he just wanted to get psychological comfort. The intestine dragged outside his body shaking, as if a man's second male symbol had grown from an unstoppable part.

The second prince stood up with his sword in one hand, staggeringly struggling to stand up from the ground, hoping to look over the crowds and wolves that were mixed together, and looked at the location of the Deer King hunting flag dozens of meters away. He saw the flagpole tilted, and there were as many as fifty black howling wolf, and there were more wolves running towards this side in the distance.

"Father..." The second prince stared at the blood-covered eyes, holding a knife in his hands and slashed at the closest giant wolf. The position of the fallen knife was extremely accurate, and he cut off his entire head on the spot. The hideous and cruel beast's face rolled in the air and fell on the snow in the distance.

"...Second brother... help me..." The dying third prince's voice was weak. He covered his wound tightly. He felt chill all over because of too much blood loss. He was trembling with coldness. His lips had turned blue and purple: "Kill me... don't want to... be their...food..."

The second prince roared and waved his knife to slash at the black howling wolf rushing towards the other end. He actually wanted to help his younger brother fulfill his wish. Procrastination is not the habit of the northern barbarians. He is used to men who are accustomed to life and death to do things very simply, not to mention that the third brother is seriously injured and has no cure. Instead of staying here to become a burden, it is better to continue to cut him and let him die in his own hands.

The giant wolf jumped high with a powerful impact force. It had the wisdom of a wild beast. It opened its bloody mouth and faced the blade waving backward in the second prince's hand, without any avoidance. It knew that this must be done to suppress the attack power of the long sword, forcing the sword swinger to change its movements. The sharp wolf claws attacked the second prince's shoulders at the same time. He had no choice but to push the blade across from top to bottom, and at the same time, he dragged his staggering steps to avoid the wolf claws and slashed at the ferocious beast from the cross-section.

This black howling wolf is too big, its size is proportional to its weight, which means its strength increases exponentially. They wander among the mountains and forests all year round and are extremely clever hunters.

Winter is the season when wild beasts are crazy. Because of lack of food, they are hungry, crazier, more cruel and more cruel than usual.

Two questions were lingering in the second prince's mind.

Where did so many black howling wolves come from?

Why are they so large that they are far more powerful than similar beasts they have seen before?

Beishan Hunting Ground is the royal territory of the deer tribe, and there is no people here. However, before the winter hunting activities begin every year, some soldiers and hunters will be sent to search along the ridges on the east and west sides to find out whether there is enough prey to appear, and at the same time mark the location of threatening beasts to provide a certain degree of safety warning for the subsequent royal hunting activities.

Over the years, the Second Prince has been responsible for this matter, and this year is no exception. Last week, two days ago, he read the latest hunting report sent below, which clearly stated: No beasts were found in Beishan hunting ground and the peripheral areas. In addition to the giant-horned deer with a total of about 300, there are also fanged pigs that are almost the same as this number.

Such a huge wolf pack, there are at least 1,500 black howling wolves in the visible part.

They are too big, at least one-third of the black howling wolf that the second prince has ever seen.

He felt that he was no match for this fierce giant wolf at all.

A black shadow jumped next to him. The second prince, who was very injured, hurriedly avoided it. When he held the long knife in both hands and finally stabilized his body in the snow, he found that the third prince had been pressed to the ground by a giant wolf. His head was chewed by sharp wolf teeth, and it was completely deformed under the influence of the powerful biting force of the carnivorous beast. The chewing of "Ka Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi" was extremely clear, as if it was a delicious, super large, crispy fried bean.

A giant wolf with a fur color between black and brown was running not far away. It was a master with a hunting skill far exceeding that of his kind. He held a person in his mouth and had not reduced his running speed at all. The black howling wolf was obviously unwilling to share his prey with other companions. It nibbled the target's throat, swallowing blood while patiently looking for a suitable place to eat around.

The second prince's eyes were straightened, and he could no longer help it. The fear that had increased sharply in his mind completely overwhelmed his courage. He threw away the long sword in his hand, turned around and ran towards a horse that was still struggling in the snow more than ten meters away.

That was the fourth brother, he was dead.

The six wolves attacked the second prince from different directions. Their light and flexible bodies were not bound at all in the snow. One wolf went around to the front, jumped up, opened his mouth to bite the horse's neck, and blood splashed everywhere. One attacked from the side of the horse, bit a hole in the horse's belly, directly stuck the wolf's claws in, and took out the steaming intestines. The poor horse made a wail of death and went to the ground. The second prince who had lost his balance fell down. Several other black howling wolves rushed up, and the last scene that stayed in his eyes was an extremely huge hideous wolf head and a terrifying sharp fang.

The leader of the White Deer tribe was bitten by two black howling wolves, and he pulled hard in different directions, and was torn in half.
Chapter completed!