Chapter 639: Dharma Dharma Body (II)

Endeli had been waiting for seventy-two hours on the surface, and he had moved the improvised tents to the cracks in the ground, and at this time he was guarding the two ropes with a steel gun in his hand, and there were hundreds of beasts lying around the tent, the blood had dried up and stagnated, and the rich and pungent smell of blood was blown away by the mountain wind.

Three days ago, the two lost contact after going down to the crack, and what was even more strange was that all communication was interrupted, but Enderi could still feel that one end of the rope was tied to a heavy object, and there would be some movement when he tried to pull it, so he could conclude that the two were still underground, and he didn't dare to leave without permission, so he had to stay where he was.

The first day was calm, from the second morning there were wild beasts wandering beside the cracks, and at night began to besiege Endeli like crazy, among which the wild wolves were the most, there were hundreds, fortunately he had enough ammunition and full of physical strength, and he killed hundreds of beasts in two days, and now the sun has gradually turned west, and there are faint bursts of low beast roars in the reckless mountains in the distance.

Enderi put out the two submachine gun magazines, and finished reloading the two Type 92 pistols, and then pinned a Gurkha scimitar to the best position on his waist to draw the knife, looking at the silent ground crack, his heart couldn't help but feel a little melancholy, the continuous consumption of bullets has not much left, if the wolf pack comes again tonight, I'm afraid I can only use the fire to defend, I don't know what happened to the boss in the ground?

The remnant sun was like blood, the wind was as cold as a knife, and a terrible wolf howl seemed to urge the sun to set as soon as possible, and then a chaotic and low wolf roar came from the wind on Gonger Mountain.

As the sun set, the distant howls of wolves began to turn from low to high-pitched, and the breathtaking sound waves spread far away in the wilderness.

Disheveled! Enderi lit a large bonfire, and pulled out the Gurkha scimitar at his waist with his backhand, the scimitar shaped like a dog's leg was plated with a splash of jumping red under the firelight, and the palm of the knife fell down, grabbing! The tip of the dogleg knife stabbed into a log beside him, and a sharp color appeared on his axe-like face.

Whine—Whine—The high-pitched wolf howl flickered far and near, and night fell quietly. Endeli stood beside the fire and looked around, only to see a little green light flashing around, that was the eyes of the evil wolf, today this group of wolf cubs learned to be obedient, and they no longer swarmed forward, but chose the method of encircling and attacking, the surrounding green light gradually approached the fire, Enderi could clearly see the furry face of the evil wolf, the number was several times more than the previous two days, and he looked at a large area of black paint in the past.

The wolves were afraid of the bonfire, and the wolves stopped about five meters away from the fire, and surrounded the fire with Endeli, and the more than ten evil wolves in the innermost layer of the circle were prostrate on the ground, and their green eyes were staring at the guy who had hurt many of their kind, the skin on the bridge of the nose was wrinkled, the fangs were exposed, and the throat and eyes let out a vicious low roar, all ready to come forward and bite at any time.

Enderi hung the submachine gun around his neck, held a pistol in each palm, and pulled the trigger on the two grinning wolves.

The two wolves that had been shot fell to the ground, but were soon dragged away by their companions behind, and two identical wolves rushed up to fill the gap, consuming bullets in this most primitive way, waiting for the fire to go out.