The next day, three o'clock in the morning.
A group of men and women are carrying luggage and walking with difficulty on the vast snowfield. They are wolf hunters on the snowfield, specializing in hunting snow rabbits, snow foxes and snow wolves for a living.
The wolf pack's food is very easy to preserve on the snowy plains.
Sometimes when hunters hunt prey, they will bury the prey after bleeding it and dig it out when needed.
The purpose of their trip was to dig out a large elk that they had hunted a month ago.
"Dad, look ahead, what is that?" a girl whispered at this time.
Everyone looked in the direction the girl was looking, and then they saw something moving on the dark red ground in the distance.
The next moment, the old hunter's face changed and he whispered, "Let's go quickly, keep up!"
After saying that, he turned around and ran without saying anything else. The others were a little confused, but they all followed him.
Perhaps out of curiosity, several young people looked back while running, and then they saw huge red werewolves rushing towards them quickly from a distance.
"I'll stay behind to cover your retreat, you guys run!"
A burly hunter looked back and immediately determined that he and his group would soon be caught up by these monsters, so he stopped and shouted.
Several young people also stopped and shouted, "We'll stay too."
The werewolf attacked instantly, the burly hunter drew his knife and roared, then the werewolf punched him in the brain.
Several other young men suffered similar fates.
In front of the werewolves, they had no power to resist.
Even though one of the young men was more agile and dodged the first wave of attacks by predicting, he was kicked by the werewolf behind him the next moment, and his body broke into two in mid-air, causing him to scream in pain.
"Brother Bai!"
"Uncle Niu!!"
The hunters who were still running away heard screams behind them and turned around to see a horrific scene.
The girl couldn't hold back her grief and she burst into tears, covering her mouth and not daring to make any sound.
The werewolves killed the people who were left behind and chased after them again. Although these hunters ran as fast as they could, the distance between them was still getting closer.
"Men stay, women... run away, run away to White Iron Town!"
The leader realized that if they continued like this, the entire army would be wiped out, so he stopped and said to everyone.
In fact, there are only seven of them left now, three women and four men.
The four male hunters knew they would die if they stayed, but in the end they drew their weapons and prepared for the final fight.
Seeing this, the three female hunters could only hold back their tears and continue running forward.
The werewolves were getting closer and closer, and at that moment the male hunters understood why the previous hunters died so quickly.
Because these werewolves are too strong.
Moreover, their bodies shone with a metallic luster under the moonlight, and one could tell at a glance that the weapons in their hands might not even be able to break through the defenses of these monsters.
"We can't beat it. How can we beat this monster?" a male hunter said tremblingly.
The hunter leader gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you can't beat them, you have to fight. You can't run away."
When the werewolves approached, the four male hunters shouted and launched a death charge.
However, just when they were about to engage in close combat with the werewolves, they were suddenly knocked away by an invisible force.