Our family is in decline

"Bah!"

An eagle cry sounded, and all the sparse feathers on the big bird's body exploded, and a strange force spread instantly along with the sound.

The wolf wielding the giant ax was even slightly affected, and felt a sharp sound suddenly explode in his ears.

But the next second, a wolf-headed shadow shrouded in black mist appeared behind him, directly dissipating the power.

The wolf god protects you!

The falcon enhanced by the secret skills of the small boss may pose a threat to ordinary barbarian warriors, but as the wolf god's divine choice, the warrior wolf is blessed by the wolf god and has high resistance to these spiritual attacks.

This interference was not enough to shake the war wolf. The collision between the eagle's claws and the giant ax made a sound of gold and iron. But the next second, the mutated bird flew backwards and smashed into the bushes and grass.

The wolf was cut down with just one strike. The difference in strength was really too big.

After all, it was the bird that had been following him for so many years. The little boss couldn't help but look back when he heard the whine behind him, but it was at this time that he happened to see a huge figure rushing towards him.

You have Big Bird, and I also have King Wolf!

The Wolf King, whose fangs were stained with blood, opened his ferocious mouth and bit him. The little boss had no choice but to turn away and pass by the Wolf King.

The Wolf King rushed forward, took two steps to stop the huge body, and looked back at the little leader.

After all, the wolf warrior was not just a piece of wood. He was entangled by the wolf king. He also rushed up, wielding the giant ax and attacking with terrifying force, causing the situation that had just been delayed by the big bird to open up, instantly reversed.

There are wolves in front of them and people behind them. The huge pressure brought by this desperate situation makes the little boss feel like he has returned to the period of the mountain tribes.

Eagles are proud and never admit defeat!

A surge of strength emerged from the body, which was unyielding and strong.

The Wolf King looked ahead and laughed wildly.

"Hahaha! Thirty years of hard training finally came into use today..." As he spoke, he kicked his feet to the ground and used his strength to take a few steps toward the tree trunk on the side. He climbed up until he was four or five meters above the ground. Jump up.

"Hmph! How can it be so easy to kill my Eagle Claw while floating on the water?"

The little boss in the air spread his arms like an eagle, and stepped on the air quickly with his left and right feet. The inexplicable force acted on him and he actually flew up. It can only be said that in an extraordinary world, don't pursue reality too much.

This move passed directly over the Wolf King's head, and the Wolf Warrior's ax fell into the air.

But before he could fly too far, a spear shot out from nowhere penetrated directly into his back.

The little leader in the sky also lost his last support. He screamed and fell from a height of more than ten meters, smashing through the tree crown. His body kept hitting the branches until he fell to the ground with a muffled sound. He was obviously dead. Can't die anymore.

Just then, a barbarian warrior walked out of the dense forest on one side and saluted the wolf. It turned out that the soldiers who had been disguised in the camp rushed over to complete the final encirclement.

Wolf Warrior didn't react much, he just waved his hand towards them, indicating to continue.

There were only ten people in this eagle team, and one person was still missing. With the leader killed, the remaining eight people could not cause any trouble, and soon the warriors of the Wolf Fang tribe completely wiped them out.

Wolf Warrior was not very happy about this, but fell into deep thought.

I did use the night to offset the eagles' visual advantage and successfully evaded them for a period of time.

But the problem is that the eagles are still following them, and any suspicious traces will be discovered, tracked, and searched.

The distance they gained by traveling at night would be followed by day.

They are like reminders, as long as the team stays in one place for a moment, they will follow.

You must know that maintaining a team requires a lot of resources. If you can't stop, there is no chance of hunting. The support for the team's actions now is the materials plundered from the village before.

But now the supplies have bottomed out. If this situation continues for a few more days, the soldiers' hard-fought state will be worn away.

If this continues, let alone anything else, this team will probably be dragged into an exhausting rhythm and completely lose their ability to resist.

What's more, they went through all the hard work to get out of the mountains not just to be chased and run away. Their mission was to complete the final bloodline promotion and return to the mountains in a legendary manner to lead the tribe to prosperity.

If you want to find the wolf god's bloodline, you must perform a ceremony.

Carrying out rituals requires time and sacrifices, and they will definitely be targeted as long as they show their heads.

So no matter what, Wolf Warrior had to make a decision, and that's why he set up this situation.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to sacrifice an elite warrior of the tribe to lure those mountain traitors in and catch them all.

And now that the eagles have been destroyed by him, those knights should not be able to find him in a short time.

Just thinking about those Bastia knights made his brain burn with rage.

Oh shit! They were the hunters in the mountains, but here they were actually being chased all the way and could only run away in confusion.

Sooner or later there will be a battle between them, but War Wolf knows that now is not the time to deal with those knights.

The wolf's forbearance is to extend its more deadly claws.

After killing these eagle group members, the tribe's warriors skillfully stripped them naked and threw their bodies to the wolves, who then divided the spoils among themselves.

And those white wolves who had been hungry for several days frantically gnawed at the corpses of the eagle group members. The flesh and blood were torn into pieces, the bones were bitten off, and the internal organs were pulled out of the abdominal cavity. The strong stench was dispersed by the hot wind.

Under the stimulation of blood, some soldiers even fought for the spoils, but they only used their fists and did not use weapons until one party gave in.

Wolf Warrior looked at the slightly chaotic situation in front of him and had no intention of stopping it. This was the normal situation between them, and only the strong were qualified to have more.

At the same time, this is also the driving force for them to continue. Predation is the guarantee of the wolf pack's combat effectiveness.

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Facts have proved that if knights want to exert their combat capabilities and mobility, they must be in plain areas or on built roads.

When a knight breaks into the wilderness, it's like being stuck in a quagmire. He loses the mobility to come and go like the wind, and he becomes somewhat of a living target.

That is to say, the warrior wolf became conservative after being severely beaten. Otherwise, if an ambush was set up here, these knights would probably suffer a lot.

Under the leadership of the last member of the eagle group, Alvin and the others finally arrived at the scene of the incident. However, Wolf Warrior and the others had left long ago. All that was left on the spot were some bird feathers and large areas of blood, as well as neatly arranged stacks. The rising head.

Nine, one not too much, one not too little.

"Is this the trace you found?" Alvin pointed at the pile of heads with his riding crop, focusing on the last member of the eagle group.

This loud shout even startled the falcon parked on the woman's shoulder, but she had no excuse. She could only admit that she was unlucky for this kind of thing, and she would be scolded no matter what she said.

She didn't expect that the entire team would be killed. Seeing this scene, she was even more sad than Alvin, because she was the only one left in a team of ten to go back. Regardless of whether the mission was completed or not, she would probably have to accept punishment.

But she also sighed secretly in her heart, if he hadn't transferred her away, I'm afraid one more person would have died here.

Alvin looked at the heads with a gloomy expression. Who didn't know that the eagles were the eagle dogs of their Bastia family.

These were not eagles, this was clearly a slap in the face of the Bastia family!

Thinking of this, he immediately pointed to the only remaining member of the eagle group and ordered in an almost scolding tone:

"I don't care what method you use, find them immediately!"

The woman was a little confused now. Ten people had been dumped before, so how could she find one now?

Doesn't this mean she is going to die?

But just because she didn't speak didn't mean she could escape. This silent attitude made Alvin even more angry.

"what do you mean!"

He raised the riding crop in his hand and swung it directly to her side. Even with the thick cloak, there was still a burning pain in her arm the next second.

She couldn't even scream out loud, otherwise it would only lead to more whippings.

He could only endure the pain, hugging himself tightly under the cloak and shrinking.

However, Alvin calmed down after venting, knowing that it was unrealistic to rely on her alone now.

"Forget it, let's go down." Alvin waved at her to retreat.

The woman did not dare to have any opinions. On the contrary, she had to thank Alvin for his magnanimity and not pursue any further questions.

In fact, Alvin really has a good temper. If it were someone else, I'm afraid this whipping wouldn't be the issue.

There is a huge, even insurmountable gap between aristocrats and ordinary people, so aristocrats don't care about the life and death of ordinary people at all. This is the true aristocracy.

Lance was a heretic, and if other nobles knew about it, they might ridicule him for hanging out with ordinary people.

After calming down, Alvin needed to think about his next actions from the perspective of a commander.

Without the eagles, it would be difficult to catch up in terrain like the wilderness. Instead, you might encounter a sneak attack and get into trouble.

So the best choice now is to retreat.

Just when he was making his decision, a man who was inspecting the battlefield came back.

"Master Alvin, the situation on the battlefield has been investigated clearly."

The speaker was a knight who took off his helmet and hugged it to his waist. This man had a resolute face and a slightly messy beard. He looked to be about thirty-four years old and in his prime. You could see that man's body was... He is stronger than ordinary people. When he puts on the knight armor, he looks exaggerated, like an iron tower.

To be more precise, this knight is a baron, the count's right-hand man, and the teacher assigned to Alvin by the count.

Alvin is the earl's son anyway, so if the earl dares to release him to pursue these barbarians, he must have an arrangement.

Alvin, the nominal commander of this cavalry, is actually more of a gilded man in name only. The real commander of the cavalry is actually a baron.

"What did the teacher find?" Alvin couldn't show his face this time. Instead, he dismounted and followed the knight and began to reconstruct what happened here based on the traces left behind.

"This is a trap... and those people in the Yingqun got into it recklessly, and that's why this happened..."

Not to mention that this person has something, he can actually guess it.

But what's the use? The target has been lost. It's useless to go back and mobilize the eagles now. It can be said that he has failed this time.

Alvin's attitude was too obvious, how could the Baron not see it, but he said it calmly.

"Master Alvin, don't worry, I know where they will go."

"Oh! Tell me, teacher." Alvin's expression changed immediately. It could be seen that he didn't want to go back like this after all, because it was too embarrassing. He led a group of cavalry and a group of eagles out, only to be killed by a barbarian. The group even ran away.

If he goes back like this, his brothers and sisters will be happy to see this scene. By then, he will lose the earl's attention, and he may not even be able to control this cavalry.

Although it is almost certain that the eldest brother will inherit the title and Bastia will be the core, the other heirs still have to compete for the remaining resources.

As the son of a powerful earl, Alvin lives in a noble family and enjoys the best treatment, but he also needs to bear some pressure.

And these pressures have turned into ambitions, or in other words, after enjoying the charm of power, no one will be willing to be a rich man again.

As Alvin's teacher, the Baron is still very aware that his own interests are almost tied to him, and only by carefully assisting his own career can he develop further.

"Although these barbarians set up a trap to kill our scouts, they also exposed their situation to the limit to us, and it made them feel like they were leaving us behind.

Basically, it can be guessed that the next thing they have to do is to find a supply point, and massacre the village to hold a ceremony just like before. This is the way for their barbarians to communicate with the evil gods of the tribe, and it must be impossible to lack. "

"That is to say, as long as we find nearby villages, we can find them." Alvin understood this easily and hurriedly asked the attendant on the side for a map.

The exquisite leather map was held in the hands of the two people and unfolded. An outline map of the empire was drawn in the lower left corner, while in the middle it extended outwards from Bastia, with the terrain, resources, forces and human settlements marked on it. .

This kind of thing looks like an ordinary map, but in fact, in this era, it takes an exorbitant amount of time to draw such a detailed map. It can be called a secret. If he is not the son of an earl, he has no right to see it.

This was not the first time Alvin looked at this map, but he still couldn't help but feel excited when he looked at the vast territory of Bastia.

"Our current location is approximately here, and the nearest village is..." Alvin searched on the map, but couldn't help but frowned, because we were already on the edge, and if we walked further east, we would be beyond it. Bastia's territory, but on another territory with "Hamlet" written on it.

If you lead a group of cavalry into someone else's territory rashly, you may cause unnecessary trouble.

But this opportunity is fleeting, and if you fail to seize it, you are likely to lose it all.

what can we do about it……