All the way to the south, fighting with wild beasts everywhere, fighting against hunger and cold, the fur of the Snowfield Direwolves was stuck together by blood and dirty water, stained with dirt, and the original snow-white color could no longer be seen. Because of the long-term starvation, their bodies were extremely thin, and the bones above their forelegs were protruding. From time to time, stinky saliva dripped from their bloody mouths, which were exhaling hot mist.
However, no matter how weak they were, the Snowfield Direwolves were still the kings of this extremely cold world. Hundreds of huge wolves, which were as big as small mountains, stood side by side in the Wilderness with a sense of discipline, like an insurmountable continuous mountain range.
The Snowfield Direwolves silently rushed to the front of the mountain pass, and coldly stared at the little girl who was rushing towards them, as if they were watching a piece of moving fresh meat. Several young male wolves behind them were a little restless, but they did not dare to make any rash moves. Their breathing became more and more intense, and the light in their eyes became more and more ferocious and greedy.
A low roar came from the wolf pack, and a strong Snowfield Direwolf rushed out of the wolf pack alone. It lowered its head and opened its mouth, panting like a mountain, and rushed towards the girl at the mountain pass.
Even if a Snowfield Direwolf was on all fours, it was still taller than the two girls combined. The contrast between the huge wolf body and the small body easily produced a sense of despair, and the thunder-like running sound intensified this sense of despair.
The jumping distance of the Snowfield Direwolf was extremely terrifying. It seemed to be rushing forward clumsily, but in fact, it was very fast. In the blink of an eye, the Snowfield Direwolf had rushed hundreds of feet away, and rushed to the girl. The Snowfield Direwolf's strong hind legs suddenly stomped on the ground, and its upper back suddenly sank. It exerted all its strength, and its claws slapped towards the little girl's body like lightning!
A huge shadow appeared in the Wilderness, and two furry and stinky claws tore the cold air, covering Tang Xiaotang's fresh and lovely face almost at the same time as the shadow. However, there was no fear in her eyes. She slightly bent her legs, and her body bounced up in an extremely strange way, avoiding the pounce, and bounced up ten meters high into the air!
Tang Xiaotang, who had bounced into the air, looked down at the tall Snowfield Direwolf from above. She held the huge machete tightly with both hands and chopped down hard. A red moon tore through the cold air and accurately chopped the middle of the wolf's head, making a crisp sound!
The eyeballs of this strong Snowfield Direwolf seemed to be bigger than a human head. As a very thin bloody wound suddenly appeared on the wolf's head, the bloodthirsty and indifferent expression in these two terrifying eyeballs suddenly turned into a sense of despair.
With a soft sound, Tang Xiaotang's black leather boots stepped heavily on the ground of the Wilderness, cracking a few pieces of thin ice that had just been frozen. She dragged the ridiculously heavy machete and quickly walked out of the shadow under her feet.
The huge body of the Snowfield Direwolf collapsed like a mountain, and of course, it did not hit Tang Xiaotang. She stared at a certain direction in the wolf pack, and a trace of determination flashed across her fresh and lovely face. Dragging the huge machete, she suddenly accelerated in the splashing dust of the wolf's body, and once again sprinted towards the mountain-like giant wolf pack in front of her.
An extremely overbearing roar came from the back of the Snowfield Direwolf pack. One could vaguely feel the irritation and anger after its dignity was challenged in the roar. With this low roar, the whole wolf pack began to roar, and the frozen Wilderness ground trembled slightly. Hundreds of prairie Snowfield Direwolves quickly spread out and began to besiege the girl.
The huge and heavy red machete was dragged on the black Wilderness ground, making a harsh friction sound, and from time to time, a few faint sparks could be seen. Tang Xiaotang did not seem to care that the ridiculously huge machete in her hand would be worn by the hard ground. She just gritted her teeth and lowered her head, continuing to rush forward. Only when the giant wolves rushed to her did she raise the huge machete with difficulty to chop it down.
The heavy and huge machete was lifted with difficulty, and slowly chopped down, like a red crescent moon moving randomly in the night sky. However, those Snowfield Direwolves, which were like wind and thunder, could not avoid such a slow machete. Under the red crescent moon, they howled and fell to the ground, and their huge legs flew everywhere with blood gushing out.
In an instant, three Snowfield Direwolves fell under the girl's red machete.
Two Snowfield Direwolves howled and jumped down from the sky, and the strong wind with a foul smell hit Tang Xiaotang's beast tail around her neck, making a sound. She bent her legs and bounced into the air again. However, the Snowfield Direwolves were very intelligent, and they had already guessed her next move when they besieged her. A strong wind came from the side, and a Snowfield Direwolf made a successful sneak attack and directly knocked her into the air!
In front of Tang Xiaotang, there were already three Snowfield Direwolves roaring and leaping up. Their sharp claws had already stretched out from the festering fur, and were ready to tear her petite body apart like a knife.
A childish and angry voice sounded in the Wilderness. Tang Xiaotang forcibly twisted her body in the air, and the huge red machete in her hand swept across everything like lightning. The strong air splashed in front of the blade, and she barely blocked the insidious ambush of the wolves, avoided the six horrible claws, and hit the head of a Snowfield Direwolf dangerously.
Tang Xiaotang stretched out her hand and grabbed the hair of the direwolf. She twisted her wrist, and the blade drew a strange arc, and directly pierced into the direwolf's eye socket. With a shrill and painful howl, she jumped down from the direwolf, and dragged the huge machete on her feet. Panting, she sprinted to the center of the direwolf group again.
There was no expression on her face, and there was no fear or excitement in her clear eyes, but only extraordinary firmness, as if no danger or difficulty, even the horrible death, could stop her.
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The battle between the little girl and the Snowfield Direwolves was still going on. At least seven Snowfield Direwolves had fallen under the enchantingly red giant machete, and the corner of her mouth had begun to bleed. No one knew when she was injured in the battle.
The red giant machete looked extremely heavy. In the process of advancing, she often had to drag the machete to walk on the ground, which was extraordinarily difficult. It gave people a feeling that she was almost unable to lift the machete.
Every time the red giant machete fell to the ground, she always felt that it must be the last time, and she would never have the strength to pick it up again. But the strange thing was, every time at that moment, she could lift the heavy giant machete again.
Every time the red giant machete slowly cut through the cold air, she always felt that it must be the last time, and she would never have the strength to cut it again. But the strange thing was, every time at that moment, she would always be able to swing the heavy giant machete.
Compared to her small body, the Snowfield Great Wolf's body was like a small hill. She tightly held the huge red machete in her hand, and compared with her small body, it was exaggeratedly like a red moon.
The impact of the mountain-like direwolves could not make her fall down, and the heavy red giant machete could not slow her down. When the Snowfield Direwolves rushed in front of her, the red giant machete would definitely cut out slowly but absolutely accurately, leaving a hill-like corpse of the direwolves.
The battle between the girl and the wolves was silent, solemn, boring and chilling. There was no shouting, no rest or pause, only the monotonous collision between the red giant machete and the Snowfield Direwolves.
If the people in the prosperous southern world had the chance to witness such a battle with their own eyes, if they had the chance to see this adorable little girl covered in ragged fur and blushing face colliding with the terrifying pack of wolves, they would have personally experienced what a real battle was and what kind of attitude was called fearlessness.
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The fighting wisdom of the Snowfield Direwolves absolutely could not be underestimated. Although these kings from the Cold Region of the Far North were fighting in a foreign land today, and although they had been suffering from hunger and cold for a long time, they still could not be resisted by ordinary people.
Tang Xiaotang's injuries became more and more serious, and her footsteps became heavier and heavier. The red giant machete in her small hand seemed to become heavier and heavier. Although the wolves still could not force her into a desperate situation, she still could not rush into the depths of the wolf pack.
Deep in the wolf pack that had been silent for a long time sounded again, and this time the sound was particularly serious, no longer angry, but with a hint of appreciation.
However, when Tang Xiaotang heard the sound, her bright eyes flashed with a bad look. She guessed what the wolves wanted to do, so she waved the red giant machete in her hand and was ready to retreat to the mountain pass. Unexpectedly, she was blocked by several young and strong giant wolves.
The Snowfield Direwolves began to divide their forces. They respected the strength of this female human, but they did not want to let go of the tribesmen who were walking slowly in the south of the mountain pass, because those tribesmen were very likely to be their last food this month.
Ten young and strong Snowfield Direwolves surrounded Tang Xiaotang. Their smelly mouths were dripping with saliva, and the gray fur on their bodies stood up. They tried their best to keep Tang Xiaotang in the Wilderness.
More Snowfield Direwolves silently walked behind them, and walked towards the mountain pass. No wolf looked back at the ten young and strong companions, even if they knew that most of them would die under the machete of the female human.
After receiving the order from their leader, the ten giant wolves' desperate look in their eyes had already turned into ferocity after obedience. They stared at the human girl who was surrounded in the middle, and the wolf claws stretched out of the fur glowed with a steel-like light.
Tang Xiaotang suddenly looked back to the south, and her black braid behind her swayed in the wind. Her hair under the leather hat brushed her bloodstained lips. She looked at the wolves that were about to pass through the mountain pass, and thought of the women, children, and the old and weak in the south of the mountain pass. Her bright eyes dimmed.
Suddenly … something very strange happened at the mountain pass.
The strong Snowfield Direwolf who was responsible for clearing the way was directly shaken into the air by a powerful and terrible force, and turned into a small black shadow, whining in the air, looking like a begging wild dog.
Then the second and the third giant wolf were shaken into the air.
An unarmed man appeared at the mountain pass. He was casually wrapped in fur-like clothes, and many parts of his body were exposed. His rock-like muscles were as strong as steel, and it seemed that he was not afraid of the cold at all.
He completely ignored the angry roaring wolves in front of him, and directly stared at the back of the wolf pack, saying, "Retreat, or die." If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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