Under the moonlight, several pairs of green eyes in the distance flickered like ghostly fire.
Coupled with the sound of howling wolves, it is enough to make people feel chills.
"Warg?"
Wu Ming looked at the giant wolf gradually revealing its figure under the moonlight, with a solemn expression, and clenched the long sword in his hand.
What appeared in front of him was a giant wolf half the height of a man! The hair is shiny all over, and the body is huge, like a half-sized foal.
The hard claws, sharp fangs, and thick hair all speak of the horror of these killing machines.
"There are wild wolves around, it's quite normal, but instead of going to the battlefield, they come to me..."
Wu Ming was very sad for his bad luck: "Come on!"
He held the sword in both hands, and pointed the broken tip of the sword at the ground, drawing an arc obliquely.
"Woo..."
The three wargs whimpered and began to circle around Wu Ming, obviously finding that the prey was not easy to mess with.
They growled demonstratively, growled intimidatingly, and hoped that their prey would run away because of fear. At that time, they could follow behind, using pressure and wolf pack tactics to consume the prey's physical strength and minimize the risk.
But at this time, Wu Ming didn't give them this chance at all.
On the contrary, he was ready to fight, his eyes were as warm as water, as if he could see through everything.
"Wow!"
I don't know how long this confrontation lasted. Suddenly, accompanied by the howling of wolves that sounded almost at the same time, the three wargs rushed from different directions, and launched an attack in a very tacit cooperation.
"It's now!"
Wu Ming dragged his long sword, and suddenly turned around. The iron sword drew a graceful arc in midair, and cut at the neck of a warg.
puff!
There was no rust on the iron sword, obviously it had been polished before going into battle. Even though the blade was notched, it was still very sharp. It pierced into the wolf's neck with difficulty, cut through the tough and thick fur, and was clamped by steel-like bones. .
Blood surges!
Two gusts of wind came from behind, carrying the stench of beasts. Obviously, Wu Ming put on the most energy-saving and complete posture. The first move he could take was to kill a wolf first.
The more dangerous the situation, the more calmly he draws his sword, turns around, and crosses! The whole person stepped back to release the force.
boom!
A huge impact came, causing Wu Ming to back up again and again, feeling as if the iron sword in his hand had fallen into iron tongs.
He twisted his wrist, the back of his hand seemed to have brushed against a rough and warm tongue, and kicked it out again.
Peng!
A soft touch came, as if he had kicked a piece of thick leather. With this force, Wu Ming quickly flew back a few steps, regained his posture, breathing a little heavily, and stared at the wolf in front of him.
One of the worgs was bleeding from the neck and had already fallen to the ground, while the other was grinning, and a line of blood could be seen faintly running across the wolf's kiss.
The last warg licked its fangs, and there was a little blood on it.
Wu Ming looked at his arm holding the sword, and saw that his clothes were split, and a shallow wound appeared on it—if he hadn't reacted quickly enough, one arm might have been left behind.
"Without the support of supernatural powers such as internal strength and true energy, this type of fighting and hunting technique is all about fast words! Three moves and two moves will determine the outcome of life and death, and there is no possibility of fighting for three days and three nights. …”
Wu Ming adjusted his breathing, flipped the blade, and aimed at the remaining two wolves.
If one's personal strength is not extraordinary, a knight must bring three horses with him when he goes out to battle, one for his own riding, one for spare, and the last one for carrying his own armor.
When it's time to go into battle, you need the help of your attendants to put on your armor, and you will be exhausted after participating in the battle for no more than 20 minutes.
The same is true in nature.
William's body, which has not been exercised much, in such a highly tense mental environment, under a full-strength blow, with a few more sword strikes at most, it will be completely unable to support it, and will be slaughtered.
But Wu Ming seized the opportunity and eliminated a wolf with just one strike.
The way of life and death is in this moment!
"Wow!"
The confrontation between man and wolf lasted for an unknown amount of time.
Finally, the two wargs roared, as if they also realized that they had no chance to catch the prey, and slowly backed away.
Wu Ming maintained the posture of holding the sword until the green light disappeared from the darkness, then he was relieved and half-sat on the ground, feeling very grateful in his heart.
"Fortunately, there are only three wolves alone, otherwise... if you meet a pack of wolves..."
With his current strength, it is very difficult to deal with three wargs. If he encounters a pack of wolves, he doesn't need to think about it to know that the possibility of turning into a pile of white skeletons is very high.
At that time, his plan to send him into this universe at a huge price will be completely defeated.
And the attack this time also reminded Wu Ming.
"The me now is not the angel I was before... It's better to find a safe place first, and wait until the daytime before hurrying!"
…
The next day, Wu Ming got up early and walked on the dew. Finally, at dusk, he saw the outline of the small town of Nia.
The princes of Fengying Plain chose a very close battlefield, right next to their house.
Otherwise, thousands of people will work hard on the expedition, and it will be a catastrophe in terms of travel and logistics alone.
The small town of Niah was built on the edge of a small river, surrounded by low wooden walls and several archery towers, on which archers can be seen looking out.
The news of Baron Terry's defeat came early, and the whole town fell into an atmosphere of uneasiness.
Wu Ming looked at the gate of the town, but did not enter directly, but quietly lurked aside, waiting for another day.
It wasn't until I saw a few familiar faces entering the town in panic, and they didn't seem to be treated harshly, that I walked to the gate of the town.
"Who? Huh?"
The patrolling soldiers looked at Wu Ming, and a sincere smile suddenly appeared on their faces: "Isn't this Little William? I heard that you were stabbed with a spear on the battlefield, and poor Aunt Roya cried for you." !"
"The spear didn't hit me, I just passed out... Anyway, thank you for your greeting, Lane!"
Wu Ming flipped through his memory, found out the name of this freckled patrol guard, and smiled.
"Soldier!!!"
At this moment, from the back of the town, there was a loud shout, which made Wu Ming's eardrums buzz, and Ryan straightened his chest like a conditioned reflex: "Sir!"
"Return to your post!"
A middle-aged man slowly came out from behind the door, looking Wu Ming up and down.
He has golden curly hair, eyes as blue as the sea, but the stubble on his face has not been shaved clean, and he has a rough taste. He looks like a golden lion, and he is wearing a half-body leather armor. The leather boots on his back were polished brightly, and a rapier with gauntlets was pinned to his waist.
"Good day, Dean Lorian!"
A shock of Wu Ming's body instinct made him narrow his eyes slightly.
In my memory, this person is the martial arts instructor of Baron Terry, and he has also taken over the training of their militiamen. He is very meticulous. William was whipped several times by him because he was late, which is very vivid in his memory. .
"William, are you back?"
With his hands behind his back, Lorian acted like a restless army: "I've heard about you from other people. You are not a deserter, nor have you been captured. Very good! You have lived up to my expectations!"
It seemed to be an illusion, in his eyes, Wu Ming seemed to see a glimmer of approval.
"Of course... there are some things that we can't decide now. Come with me... Someone in the City Lord's Mansion wants to meet you and hear more news..."
Lorian walked directly ahead, Wu Ming had no choice but to follow, and asked tentatively, "Lord Baron... are you back?"
"According to old Pete, no!"
The corner of Lorian's mouth curled up in an inexplicable way: "The baron is very brave, he rushed to the front... so he was captured after being wounded!"
Immediately, Wu Ming had the impression of Baron Terry.
Regardless of whether the thin baron, with a sickly pale face all the time, is brave or not, but for the sake of his armor inlaid with gold and silver, no matter who the opponent is, he will know that this is a very valuable prisoner. won't let him get hurt.
"Instructor... What will happen to Fengying Plain after this time?"
Wu Ming couldn't help asking.
Lorian turned around strangely and looked at William.
If it was him before, he would not have asked this question.
"Probably... it's still the same as before!"
Half a day later, Lorian could not give a definite answer, so he could only guess: "According to the sacred covenant, the nobles cannot be exterminated, so after our lord pays the price and swears allegiance to Viscount Garcia, he should be able to Released back...Of course, you may have to cede some territory, or even send a few hostages...but so what?"
The implication is that neither the hostages nor the territory belong to them.
But Wu Ming secretly rolled his eyes: "If the ransom is too high, the Lord Baron will inevitably increase taxes after he returns, and none of the people under his rule will be able to escape..."
Of course, there is no need to talk about this at this time.
Baron Terry's family was supposed to live in the castle.
As a symbol of rule, the baron's castle should be built in a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, with thick bricks and stones piled up to form a wall, which is enough to resist the attack of thousands of troops.
However, under the current conditions, even though such a castle is safe, it is cold and damp. Therefore, Baron Terry, who loves luxury and pleasure, still likes to live with his family in the town of Nia.
At this time, as Wu Ming and Trian walked to the mansion, they were surprised to find that the carriages were being prepared nervously, and the nuns and maids were carefully holding the fox fur coats and dresses, looking busy.
Obviously, at this time, the baroness had sensed the uneasiness in the town and decided to move back to the castle.