Our family is in decline

"Hey, did you hear that?"

"Just say what you have to say, why don't you fart in the middle of saying it?"

"Didn't you hear what was said among the refugees? It's that Hamlet. He heard that there was plenty of wealth there, and if you work, you'd be given money. If not, we'd go there too."

"Damn it, you believe it. I also said that I am the emperor of the empire. Lend me fifty gold coins now. When the time comes, after I have defeated the rebels, I will make you a nobleman."

"That's right, those guys promised to take care of food and money when they were recruited, but in the end they didn't."

"I heard that that place is a port. I think you can trick people into becoming slaves and ship them directly to the sea without even crying."

"Yes, even if you put down the gun, can you still pick up the farm tools? It's better to be free and happy here."

The person who started this topic actually had some illusions. He was originally an ordinary rural person. He was recruited inexplicably, then went to the battlefield inexplicably, and finally became a deserter inexplicably.

He still yearned for a peaceful life, but the various complaints and ridicules from his companions also dispelled his illusions.

They are not refugees who have lost everything and are on the road to death. They are robbers who can use their equipment and force to exploit ordinary people. Naturally, they will not choose to seek refuge in an unknown place like Hamlet.

And as others have said, once you have the "freedom" of being a gangster, you won't be able to adapt to normal life.

The life of free plunder indeed allowed them to fully enjoy their freedom.

But it is a pity that they are not the ones enjoying freedom today.

A "whoosh" sound suddenly sounded, and the man standing on guard was hit directly by an arrow and struggled to fall down.

After all, they survived on the battlefield. Those bandits reacted instantly.

"The enemy is in the woods!"

"Watch out for bows and arrows!"

"..."

Amid the chaotic shouting, he grabbed his weapon and looked for cover, but at the same time, dense arrows shot out from the forest and took away several loose bandits.

Fortunately, those camps provided some cover, and the arrows became soft and inaccurate after passing through the rags.

Bows and arrows are a rare long-range attack method among the mountain barbarians. In fact, almost half of the team led by War Wolf at the beginning included archers.

It's just that arrows are consumables. If there is no supply, use a little less. Most of them will be lost after being scattered by the cavalry, and all the arrows will be consumed when climbing over the mountains.

These arrows killed those captured by the Eagle Group, so War Wolf only ordered one round of shooting, mainly to suppress the opponent and cover the warriors who rushed forward.

The war wolf charged forward bravely with a giant ax in hand, and the wolf king followed beside him, and the same warriors also stepped forward.

The strange tones produced by these people are different from the common language of the empire. It is difficult to understand at all, but it can also be seen that they are definitely not good words.

The battle was about to break out, and the powerful offensive frightened the bandits. They just bullied ordinary people, but they immediately withered when they encountered ruthless people.

"Damn! Why are there barbarians?"

"They won't let us go!"

"Hey! Fight with them."

If there were others, they would have surrendered. They were all deserters anyway, so they had no psychological burden.

But when they found out they were barbarians, they immediately showed a strong willingness to resist.

Quite simply, during the long confrontation between the empire and the barbarians, they knew that the barbarians were extremely xenophobic and it was impossible to accept their surrender.

Their methods are also well known to everyone. It can be said that it would be better to die if they fall into their hands alive.

The giant ax swung by the war wolf split the tents and people together. The wolf king rushed in like a whirlwind and bit them bloody. Various weapons of the barbarian warriors also fell on them.

This was an unequal battle. Even if these bandits showed strong resistance, the battle situation was still one-sided in an instant.

Both in terms of numbers and strength, they were all at a disadvantage, and most of them were killed in an instant.

But among these deserters, there may not be veterans. When the situation becomes desperate, they will explode to the limit.

A barbarian warrior was blinded by the spilled lime, and the next second he was penetrated by a spear.

Another one got a short-barreled musket from who knows where. When the barbarian got close, he took out the gun and fired a shot. There was no chance of the shot missing. His body was instantly destroyed by lead bullets and he was not dead. Also half disabled.

But these same people were quickly killed by other barbarian warriors. The bloody and cruel scene completely defeated the remaining bandits, and they couldn't help but drop their weapons and surrender.

"I surrender! Don't kill me."

Soon the battle was calmed down, and out of the twenty people there were only five left whose weapons were confiscated by the soldiers and then tied up, and among them was the man who just proposed to go to Hamlet.

The battle situation was completely devastating, and these bandits were defeated in just an instant.

But Wolf Warrior was not satisfied at all. Looking at the two soldiers who were seriously injured but not completely dead, no one in the empire could understand Jili Guala's words, but his fury could also be heard.

damn it! Two soldiers were lost in the fight against a group of bandits. How many were there in total?

If he didn't care about death at all before, whether it was himself, teammates or enemies.

For him, death means returning to the Wolf God, and if his teammates die, he just recruits them again in the tribe. Anyway, all people in the tribe are warriors.

However, after experiencing the situation of not being able to be supplemented by the tribe, he fully realized the importance of casualties, and every loss of a warrior was very distressing for him.

The two seriously injured warriors struggled to say something. Only then did Zhan Lang regain his composure. He took out the wolf head statue with a solemn expression. In the end, Zhan Lang actually killed the two warriors with his own hands in front of the statue, ending their relationship. pain.

Then the white wolves surrounded the corpse and devoured its flesh and blood.

Yes, this is their last request. Soldiers are never afraid of death and know that they cannot survive their injuries, so don't drag down the team.

Under the witness of the Wolf God, they died as warriors and were able to return to the Wolf God.

After the ceremony, those guys couldn't help but start searching the camp, and the wolf warrior set his sights on the prisoner.

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With an unintelligible word, the captured robbers were pulled in front of the wolf warrior.

That huge body felt like it could kill a person with one punch. Just sitting there was full of pressure, making those guys tremble.

Wolf Warrior has not learned Common Language, but there are translators in the team who understand this.

"Ask him where this place is and what gathering places are around it..."

Wolf Warrior began to realize the importance of intelligence. He needed to understand the situation here while also avoiding possible enemies.

Those people had long been frightened. They had heard about the evil methods of the barbarians, not to mention that they just watched the two people being killed and then devoured by a pack of wolves. They were so cruel to their own people. They didn't dare to talk nonsense. All said.

They have been in the army and know more things than ordinary people.

And as the translator narrates, from natural disasters to famine, to war, the weak side of the empire is revealed without reservation.

War Wolf's solemn eyes couldn't help but light up.

He didn't expect that this trip would yield unexpected results. There was actually a civil strife in this huge empire, and it was getting worse and showed no signs of calming down.

The reason why the mountain barbarians are becoming more and more depressed is because of the suppression of the empire. Now he seems to have seen an opportunity for the tribe to rise.

If they can take advantage of the chaos, the Langya tribe will regain the glory of their ancestors in their own hands...

But when he thought of this, Wolf Warrior couldn't help but frown and looked up at the soldiers. With these few people, one of them would die. Everything must be done first, and other things could only be put on hold for the time being.

"Prepare the ceremony." War Wolf waved his hand and turned around to start the ceremony.

The prisoners didn't understand. They just felt that they had escaped temporarily until the preparations for the ceremony were completed.

As they muttered, the man watched as his companions, who had been chatting with him and mocking his impracticality not long ago, were dragged to the statue one by one and had their necks cut.

Along with the fierce struggle, blood dripped on the upturned wolf head statue, as if it had come to life and drank blood.

But when the warm blood splashed onto his face, it did not make him feel warm. Instead, he felt cold all over his body, as if his soul was frozen.

The struggle was useless, he was dragged up like a dead fish, his crotch was already wet and there was a fishy smell.

After the knife went down, the man seemed to come back to his senses. He tried desperately to struggle, but he could only feel the loss of blood and the thin life force, and the cold wrapped around his body.

The man who was thrown aside was still twitching slightly, and the blood was washed by the air into blood bubbles that kept popping up from the incision in his neck, like a flat tire soaked in soapy water and blowing bubbles.

Soon the suffocation caused the consciousness in his brain to disappear, and he vaguely saw the quiet little village again, with the figures running wildly on the wheat fields.

Run faster... faster... don't stop...

Until the eyes gradually dimmed.

No one would care about a dead body, only the unfed wolves waiting for the ceremony to end.

War Wolf communicates with the Wolf God and uses extraordinary power to search for the lost bloodline.

The black mist that was not in the material world and seemed to be flowing in the void emerged, but it did not point out the direction like before, but directly attached to him.

The power of the ritual has a lot to do with the quality of the sacrifices. He used to massacre villages and often sacrificed thirty or fifty people, so he could break through long distances, but he could only feel a general direction.

Only five prisoners were captured this time. Originally, Wolf Warrior was worried that the scale of the ceremony was too small, but now this situation only shows that the target is not far away.

At this moment, Zhan Lang clearly felt a kind of guidance in his mind, and at the same time, a force emerged.

He knew that this was the Wolf God's blessing, but it also came at a price. The blood in his body was a little restless, as if urging him.

He can ignore the actions of the tribal priests, but he cannot refuse any request of the Wolf God, because his power comes from the Wolf God, and once he loses the Wolf God's attention, he will lose everything.

Not caring about anything else, he gave up the intention of finding a place to plunder the surrounding area, quickly packed up and led the team towards the guidance.

And those warriors also showed very strong enthusiasm after knowing that this was the guidance of the Wolf God, and they no longer felt depressed at all.

The perseverance and perseverance of the mountain barbarians are clearly reflected at this moment. The Wolf God is their belief, no different from the fanatical believers of the church. Even repeated sufferings cannot be eradicated.

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A primitive fight begins in the wilderness.

A larger white wolf and several vigorous gray wolves were surrounding a large wild boar with cubs.

At this time, the wolves had surrounded the nest of wild boars, but they did not dare to rush forward because this wild boar was not something to be trifled with.

Weighing between two and three hundred pounds, his dark, thick mane was like steel needles, and his body was made of cracked armor made of resin and dried mud, which could not be penetrated by a knife or fire.

If it weren't for protecting its cubs, this wild boar would have charged at it long ago. It can be said that an ordinary wolf would be destroyed immediately if hit.

The wolves continued to harass, forcing the wild boar to turn back and forth and let out a shrill scream.

The wild boar had a bad temper, not to mention that it was still raising cubs. After being teased like this, it finally couldn't wait any longer and charged directly, moving towards the white wolf like a small tank.

The sow has no fangs, but the sharp teeth are not something that flesh and blood can withstand, and one bite from it will break the bones.

Wolves hunt with tactics and will not confront them head-on. The white wolf jumped a step away to avoid the collision, and the gray wolves in the circle in front of them spread out into a fan shape.

The gray wolf following behind also moved forward at the right time, one of them swooped down and grabbed the pig's butt with both claws, and some wanted to throw it down from the side.

But given the size of the wild boar, their claws could not even penetrate the resin armor, so they could only grab the dry soil and get rid of it.

The wild boar rushed towards the wolves, and almost at the same time, the little piglets were running away happily. It was obvious that the big pig was trying to attract the attention of the wolves and give the little pigs a chance to escape.

However, there were still many wolf packs roaming around in the periphery, each aiming at their own targets and chasing them away, causing chaos in an instant.

The little pig doesn't have that trouble. It rushes forward and bites the throat open, or presses its claws into the flesh to push it down.

Realizing that the little pig was injured or killed, the big pig went completely berserk. He didn't know where the power came from, but he suddenly accelerated and hit a gray wolf that couldn't dodge.

The exaggerated power actually pushed the gray wolf directly into the air.

As soon as he landed on the ground, before the gray wolf could get up, he went up with all his strength and launched a set of war tramples. Even the steel and iron bones couldn't withstand the weight of the hoof.

The gray wolf could only be heard whining "woo woo", and it didn't look as mean as before at all.

If the wild boar still had the strength to escape before, now it has gone completely crazy after the piglet died!

The wild boar showed its madness without sparing any effort. The gray wolves failed to adapt to the rhythm and immediately went into chaos. If they were rushed down by it like this, they would have to run away.

Finally, the larger white wolf rushed up and struck him with his claws from behind.

The previous series of harassing attacks had already torn off a piece of the mud armor behind it. The sharp claws stretched out and directly penetrated the armor formed by the interweaving of resin and hair, hooking the tough and thick skin.

The other wolves also took the opportunity to attack, with claws and bites. However, these attacks on the big pig only caused superficial wounds, and not even much blood flowed out. The armor was too high.

It's just that the violent pig didn't care about the attacks at all, and just turned around and took a bite. Because they were surrounded and crowded together, even if they reacted, there was no place to hide. The skin and flesh of the unlucky guy who was bitten were torn, and there was an extra one on his body. If there was a gap, he could only howl and escape with his tail between his legs.

This attack also caused the besieging wolves to disperse,

The wild boar was breathing heavily, exhaling a heavy snort, and could even hear a "snoring" sound. It was obvious that the outburst just now was also a burden for it.

The small red eyes were staring at the white wolf, and his mouth was still chewing the flesh and blood that he had just bitten, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at it, you knew it was definitely not someone to mess with, and the gray wolves around him couldn't help but retreat. Only the white wolf remained where he was and didn't seem to be afraid.

This is its own hunting game, and only this powerful prey can make its heart beat.

At this moment, the white wolf's eyes began to become serious. When his eyes met, he walked around the wild boar. His posture undoubtedly put pressure on the wild boar, and he could only follow the movement.

But this move has already caused the wild boar to fall into the opponent's rhythm, completely unaware that the distance between the two is shortened by one minute every time they walk.

Suddenly, the white wolf launched an attack without any warning. The wild boar was startled and instinctively ran away. Its limbs were short but powerful, pushing the huge body forward to accelerate.

But the white wolf didn't give it a chance to speed up at all. He leaned up and raised his paws, pressing forward violently when the wild boar just started. Under the collision of force, the wild boar was unable to maintain balance and fell over.

The white wolf also bit down hard on the exposed neck. The wolf teeth directly pierced the flesh, and the trachea under the flesh was bitten open by the frantic tearing.

The blood welling up in his nose made the white wolf look even crazier.

The wild boar struggled wildly, kicking all four legs so hard that it almost turned into an afterimage, but it was still held tightly by the white wolf. Pig blood kept flowing from the wound on its neck. No matter how strong its vitality was, it could not break through the limits of its body.

Unless bleeding more is an advantage.

Soon the wild boar lost its ability to resist and lay dying on the ground. The white wolf was finally willing to let go. The blood dyed the white hair of the wolf's head looked particularly ferocious.

The white wolf was not polite and bit into the thick pig belly with all his strength. Instantly, the smelly organs gushed out, but to the wolves, it was the aroma of food.

This kind of wild pig does not have much fat, especially since it is not winter yet. Basically, there are muscles under the skin, so the internal organs are the most nutritious part of the whole pig.

When the other wolves saw this, they couldn't help but be attracted closer, but the white wolf suddenly raised his head, and his fierce wolf eyes swept across the gray wolves around him. All the gray wolves in sight were prostrate and surrendered.

This is its prey, and only after it has finished eating will it be the others' turn to eat.

This is the privilege of the Wolf King and a symbol of strength.

Soon the white wolf finished eating and left the broken body behind. The remaining wolves swarmed up, tearing and snatching away.

The piglets were also eaten by the wolves. To the wolves, it was all meat, so there was no difference.

As for the two injured wolves, it was almost impossible for them to survive after being humped and trampled by the wild boar. Now they could not even stand up and could only howl in pain.

The other one is in better condition. The bleeding from the wound has stopped and it is now eating as much food as possible. This is the strength for them to survive.

It's just that there is still a piece of flesh missing. Putting aside the infection problem, it is unknown whether it can keep up with the wolves after losing so much blood.

It can be said that the death of these two wolves is destined. This is the ruthlessness of the wilderness.

The white wolf went straight over and bit the neck of the wolf that couldn't stand up, killing it completely, but spared the other one.

A choice will naturally be made, but not now...

The white wolf, who had eaten and drank enough, lay leisurely on the side and licked the blood on his paws. The whole wolf looked a little lazy.

But the wild nature revealed by the hunt just now is stronger than that in Hamlet.

Yes, this white wolf is the rich man who escaped from Hamlet, but he started a new life after becoming the wolf king by accident.

It is naturally intelligent and quickly becomes familiar with the life of the wolf pack.

These days, he basically either leads the wolf pack to hunt, expands his territory, or finds fights with other wolf packs.

You must know that there are only three or five ordinary wolves, and ten is almost the limit.

But Wangcai relied on his strong strength to defeat the wolf king of the wolf pack and annex the wolf pack.

In a short period of time, the pack expanded to thirty, and all the female wolves in the pack became its harem.

Continuously hunt and challenge other wolf kings, as well as deal with those wolves who want to challenge it.

It's no wonder that Wangcai's combat ability has been strengthened in such a short period of time, but the same wolf life in the wilderness these past few days has erased its past memories.

The life of a wolf king, free and free from anyone's control and being served by so many female wolves, directly erased the last bit of rationality in Wangcai's heart, and animalistic nature completely took over his mind.

I, the wolf king, was born between heaven and earth, how could I live in a state of depression for so long!

But whenever I think of that figure, I always feel an inexplicable panic, as if I have done something wrong.

At the same time, I couldn't help but feel the desire to be close, and had the urge to go back.

A tangled look appeared on a wolf for a moment...

Suddenly Wangcai seemed to feel something, and he suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

It’s this strange feeling again!

Wangcai's lazy face was replaced by solemnity, and he quickly stood up.

Its sudden movement also alerted the wolves that were eating, and they even stopped eating temporarily and looked over there.

This was not the first time Wangcai had such an inexplicable feeling. It was just weak at first, and then slowly became stronger.

This feeling suddenly stopped for a few days, and just as I forgot about it, it suddenly came back, and this time it was stronger than the previous times.

It doesn't know what it is, but it seems to feel something attracting it...

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