Eliza's pale face had regained a little blood, and her breath had become a little thicker. This relieved Old Tom's nervous heart a little.

Mirdis turned on the arcane gaze, staring at Eliza's small face as well.

The "color" of the little cat girl in the arcane vision gradually changed from dim and irrelevant to a faint glow, which made the little dwarf jump to her feet with joy.

"It's all right! Have a good rest for a few days and you'll be fine! ”

The little dwarf is naturally jumpy, and if he can talk to him normally, only the "neurotic" of the acting lord can be, and the others will be dizzy after a few words. However, if the little dwarf expresses a subjective opinion on something, then basically his words are very objective and true. Of course, something must not be related to engineering, and it must not be an invention.

Old Tom breathed a sigh of relief at once. But before his heart completely fell, he heard the little dwarf shouting behind him:

"Hey! What is it? ”

"Wow! What a big wolf! ”

A loud wolf roar immediately resounded through the camp.

Old Tom turned his head and saw a stout gray wolf!

Wolves in the Mist Lake region are about the size of dogs, and are generally skinny and skinny. And the gray wolf in front of him is not only the size of a goat, but also has shiny fur and looks powerful!

I saw the gray wolf rushing towards the camp at a very fast speed, and the distance of less than fifty meters was instantaneous. Facing the fence more than one person high, the gray wolf suddenly jumped up with the strength of his lower limbs, successfully landed on the edge of the fence, and then climbed up three times and two times.

The soldiers on the fence spotted the gray wolf jumping and climbing, and immediately screamed, greeting him with his weapon.

The gray wolf's hair stood up one by one, faintly exuding a metallic sheen. Whether it's a spear or a sharp sword, after stabbing it, it involuntarily slides to the sides. Even if you slash head-on, if you are not careful, you will also slide to the sides, like natural armor. It climbs the fence and unceremoniously opens its mouth to bite. Several of the soldiers were caught off guard by the gray wolf's weapon and pounced, then rolled off the fence and fell silently for a moment after landing.

The soldier's throat was a blur of flesh and blood, apparently bitten by a gray wolf.

The gray wolf who broke into the camp let out a "whine" cry, and his green eyes stared around, full of intimidation. Their teeth and faces were stained with blood, both from the soldiers and their own, and with their gray manes standing up like steel needles, just standing there was enough to stop the children who saw it!

Of course, the knights on standby in the camp would not sit idly by and watch the gray wolf exert their might, and immediately greeted him. The knight's shield interacts with the sword, pointing straight at the wolf's head. The gray wolves then dodged left and right nimbly, and from time to time counterattacked with sharp claws.

Compared with soldiers who are not skilled in martial arts, knights are far superior in terms of combat skills and individual qualities. After a few rounds, all the gray wolves who broke into the camp were killed, but the knights were also more or less injured.

At the same time, more gray wolves emerged from the frost mist and immediately launched an attack on the camp. A large area in front of the camp was crowded by goblins, and the gray wolf jumped up and stepped on the goblin's head. There are about 1.2 meters of goblins as the bottom, and it is easier and more convenient for them to jump up the fence, and they don't need to put their claws on the fence, they can jump directly to the fence with all their might. As for what will happen to the goblins under their feet, the blood stains on the sharp wolf claws are a good explanation.

Old Tom dropped the inlaid shield that was protecting Eliza, took the two-handed axe from behind his back, and led it up. As one of the few masters of the Norn Guard at the moment, he is responsible for meeting him head-on when a strong enemy strikes.

The first gray wolf to pounce on Old Tom thought that the old man with white hair in front of him was no different from the soldier he had just killed, so he didn't plan to use any tricks, and pounced directly on him.

The blades of the axes clash with the fangs of the wolves. It took almost no effort for old Tom to fly the oncoming gray wolf with an axe. A man-tall two-handed axe flipped and moved around Old Tom, with a dexterity that was not at all commensurate with his appearance. Most of the gray wolf's head disappeared, and the proud sharp wolf teeth were directly broken, and there was no sound in mid-air, and after landing, it smashed into its kindred. Its hapless fellow was smashed to the ground with a wail, and the position of its waist took on a strange shape, and it could not get up.

The second gray wolf followed, followed by a third and a fourth......

Old Tom roared angrily, and suddenly his beard was like a white-haired lion, and his body was also lit with a red fighting spirit.

With the axe in one hand, he flipped to the side, and the thick axe body immediately made intimate contact with the wolf's mouth that bit into the throat. Ticking saliva and a fishy stench came to his face, and Old Tom retreated slightly, and his free left hand clenched his fist and slammed into the side of the gray wolf's head.

- Click.

There was a cracking sound of bones from where the fist fell, and red blood flowed out of the gray wolf's ears.

was hit hard, and the gray wolf's green eyes instantly lost their brilliance. Old Tom's fist-clenched left hand fell, grabbed the wolf's front leg, and then used it as a weapon to round it and smash it down on the wolf that pounced on him.

Then the gray wolf who pounced hurriedly stopped, jumped backwards, and rolled to dodge the smashing of the same clan. However, it dodged its kindred, and could not dodge the two-handed axes that followed. The heavy two-handed axe slashed down diagonally, leaving a deep gash in the gray wolf's waist and abdomen.

The wounded gray wolf howled, his eyes red and he turned his head to bite the hand he was holding on to his axe. But before it could lift its head a few minutes, it kept stepping on its face with its big feet. As it writhed, green intestines poured out of the wounds left by the blade, followed by urine and crimson blood.

Although the gray wolf is indeed a bit large, it is also extremely fierce. In contrast, goblins can be regarded as harmless and innocent white rabbits. But in front of Old Tom, they were still vulnerable.

More gray wolves leapt down from the fence and pounced on their white-haired prey with their teeth and claws. Old Tom shouted angrily, killing and beating with an axe in one hand and a wolf corpse in the other.

The gray wolf who climbed over the fence and broke into the camp was killed by Old Tom in a matter of breaths. He snorted, threw away the shapeless wolf corpse, and let out a long breath.

Things got a little worse in the camp. Goblins didn't have the ability to climb over the walls, so they had to swarm into the preset battle lanes. But gray wolves are different, they bounce very well, and they can climb over the fence without a goblin as a mat. Therefore, even though the gray wolves are far less numerous than the goblins, and may not even be more than a fraction of the goblins, they still cause far more trouble and casualties to the camp than the goblins.

Old Tom took a few breaths with his two-handed axe, then picked up his axe and walked to the other side of the camp. The fence there is relatively high because of the terrain, so there are not many gray groups jumping into the camp. The knights and soldiers had already killed several of them, and there were still ...... left One, two, three, four, four! Old Tom was going to help.

"Be careful!"

A slight shout came from his ears, and the instinct of the warrior caused Old Tom to suddenly fall forward. There was a muffled "bang", and a heavy thing fell behind him, and the stirred up dirt hit the skin with a faint pain!

Before he could turn around, a vicious wind struck again.

Old Tom hurriedly rolled on the ground, rolling several times in a row before stopping. In the midst of the rolling, he had already seen the incoming figure - the gray wolf, a big gray wolf that had just been killed!

The new gray wolf is the size of a calf. Its body was wrapped in gray mist, its limbs were extremely thick, and the claws protruding from the front of its claws shimmered with a dark glow. The most striking thing is its eyes. missed two times in a row, and there was a bit of brilliance in his green eyes, as if he was lamenting the opponent's reaction speed, and as if he was lamenting that he had met a good opponent.

- This is not the ignorant and instinctive gaze of the beast, but the gaze of rational thinking!

Old Tom took advantage of the tumbling momentum to pull away, looking for an opportunity to get up. The two-handed axe had been pressed under the claws of the gray wolf, but the dagger and sword still hung from his waist......

The gray wolf's figure blurred slightly, and the gray mist that wrapped around it suddenly became denser. I didn't see my forelimbs raised, and I didn't see my hind limbs move, and the figure of the gray wolf disappeared into the gray mist. The next moment, a forelimb with a sharp claw blade grazed Old Tom's cheek and fell.

The sharp claw blades sliced through Old Tom's face, leaving a bloody wound. Before Old Tom could respond, the gray wolf's entire body quietly emerged from the gray mist. The big mouth full of fishy smell immediately fell, hitting the throat directly.

Old Tom was shocked, and immediately realized that the gray wolf in front of him was not an ordinary commodity, but an out-and-out demonic beast! The means by which it disappeared into the gray mist just now, and then reappeared, was the unique magic of the Warcraft.

The huge wolf's beak fell, almost stopping in front of its throat. Old Tom grabbed the gray wolf's neck with both hands, supporting its head and neck to prevent the wolf's mouth from falling.

One man and one beast fell into a wrestling.

The gray wolf's bloody jaws opened and closed, trying to bite his opponent's throat, but it was always a fraction of a second. At the same time, its forelimbs continued to step down, and its sharp claw blades continued to attack the opponent's body, leaving wounds of different depths on the opponent's arms, chest and abdomen.

Old Tom struggled to prop up his arms and shoved the big wolf's beak away from his throat. At the same time, the hand holding up the wolf's mouth was also tightening.

This gray wolf is a demonic beast, and although the demonic beast is strong, it also needs to breathe. The neck was pinched by a pair of large hands, and then tightened, which made the gray wolf miserable. And the two-legged prey dared to resist, which made the gray wolf puzzled and angry at the same time. But the hand around its neck was still tightening, so tight that it couldn't breathe.

The gray wolf's forelimbs moved more often. Although it is cunning, its small brain size makes it difficult to think of countermeasures, so it has to attack more frequently and more frantically.

- Click!

In the stalemate, a crisp sound suddenly sounded in the hands that were constantly tightening. The gray wolf's eyes widened instantly, and then he lost all his strength, hung his head, and died.