Wolves are predatory animals. They are alert, suspicious, good at running, strong endurance, and happy to live in groups. They often use hunting methods to consume their prey's physical strength and eventually hunt them.
In the Northern Territory, because people are often attacked by wolves of different sizes, the Northern Territory has an unusual understanding of the habits of wolves. According to the threat of wolves, the people of the North divided them into three levels: wolf attack, wolf disaster, and wolf tide.
Most of the people in Victor’s Northland Caravan had basically experienced the wolf plague, so when they heard the long howling of the wolf, they had already done it based on their experience before the order of Old Lock arrived. All kinds of precautions.
"The person who was sent out... seems to be unable to return!"
Old Locke sighed a little regretfully, "Those untrained horses cannot resist the deterrence of wolves..."
"Old Locke, can we resist those beasts?"
Cecilia, who looked ignorant and ignorant, didn't realize the seriousness of the situation. She asked curiously: "Our caravan has two or three hundred people. What else do we need to worry about?"
"You are right, miss!"
Old Locke, who pretended to be nonchalant, comforted in a low voice: "There are so many of us, those beasts will not hurt you..."
"However, for safety's sake... Miss, you'd better stay in the carriage and don't walk around at will! Use this time to read books and relieve your boredom..."
Victor noticed that when Old Locke was speaking, his hand moved slightly, and a burst of scented powder brushed Cecilia's cheek silently.
"Heh... it's rude!"
Cecilia covered her small mouth with her hand and yawned greatly.
"Strange! Why am I suddenly sleepy? Old Locke, then I'll go back to the carriage and get some sleep."
"Okay lady, take a break first..."
Sending Cecilia back to the carriage, Old Locke regained his gloomy look.
"Mr. Victor, I know you are not as simple as it seems!"
Old Locke whispered: "In case...If something happens to the caravan, please help! If anything goes wrong, Miss Cecilia will ask you..."
"Oh?" Victor raised his eyebrows, "Do you believe me that way? You know I'm just a stranger who meets by water..."
"Hehehehe, I still believe in my eyes!"
Old Rock laughed lowly: "Miss Cecilia is a noble child of the Butler Kingdom. As long as you can safely escort her to Sainte-Naubourg, the Rodney family will be rewarded!"
"Or things are not as bad as you think."
"I never put my hopes on luck. Everything... still has to be treated in the worst situation."
The sky gradually darkened amid the exchanges between the two of them, and the howling of the wolf in the distance got closer and closer.
"Fire! Throw!!"
Under the command of Old Locke, the guards in the caravan set up seven or eight bonfires inside the caravan, and threw dozens of torches wrapped in combustibles to the periphery of the caravan in order to expand their vision.
As time went by, night fell, and the earth shook slightly.
"this is?"
It was when Victor was pondering the cause of the ground shaking, Old Locke, who looked into the distance, suddenly mumbled: "Wolves...coming!"
Victor's discoloration suddenly changed, and the number of wolves was much more than he had imagined.
Victor, who quietly applied the buffing spells "Dark Vision" and "Eagle Eye" to himself, raised his eyes and looked into the distance. He clearly saw a straight line gleaming with faint green light on the ground plane in the distance.
"Hi..."
Victor took a breath, because he had already noticed that these "green lights"... were the eyes of hungry wolves.
After more than a dozen breaths, this faint green light turned into a light curtain, covering the sky over the place where the convoy was.
"Ah! This is not a wolf plague... This is a wolf wave!!"
"My God is on!"
"God! Have you abandoned us devout believers?"
"... We are dead!"
"..."
The merchants of the two wars cried bitterly, and a desperate wailing sounded in the convoy. In front of the tide of wolves, even some of the caravan's guards lost the will to resist.
"Everyone... If you don't want to die, just shut up!!"
A deep and shocking voice sounded out of thin air, "No matter what you see or hear, please be quiet! Otherwise, I will throw people who make any noise into the wolves... Remember Yet?"
Faced with this sudden sound, people looked around, trying to find the person who made the sound, but found nothing.
At this critical moment of life and death, people in the caravan did not have extra time to think about what happened. Instead, they regarded this mysterious voice as a life-saving straw, and everyone subconsciously followed the voice's instructions. , Firmly covered his mouth.
For a while, there was no other sound except the sound of crackling and burning flames.
The scale of the wolf tide was beyond imagination. Looking up, the wilderness under the night has become a dark green ocean, and the smell of fish irritated everyone's nerves.
"what!!"
Finally someone couldn't bear the pressure and screamed frantically, but the sound stopped abruptly, like an invisible hand strangling the throat of the person making the sound.
In the horrified eyes of everyone, the sound-producing person floated out of thin air, and then drew a solitary line and landed far outside the motorcade, among the oncoming wolves.
Accompanied by a sound of separation of flesh and blood, there is no bones left of this crazy guy.
"Will we die like this too?"
Just when people felt desperate again, the wolves rushing around actually bypassed the small hill where the caravan was located, and whizzed past from both sides.
"What's the matter? Is this a miracle?"
The small hill where the caravan is located is like a life boat driving on the sea of death, breaking through the stormy waves, carrying the hope of life for all.
Facing this incredible sight, the people in the caravan knelt to the ground and prayed devoutly.
Time continued to flow, and after three full hours, this terrifying wolf tide was coming to an end.
Looking at the messy wilderness, all the rest of their lives ended their prayers and collapsed to the ground.
The convoy remained quiet, and people were afraid that any noise would be made to attract the wolves that had gone away again.
In this way, in the deathly silence, the people in the caravan survived an unforgettable night, ushering in the glory of dawn again.