Chapter 68

Locke roared and rushed to the moonlight wolf who was still condensing magic. The light spot in the moonlight wolf's bloody mouth became larger and larger. In a moment, it had changed from the size of rice grain to the size of fist, and there was a growing trend. The moonlight wolf's ferocious one eye was bloodshot and stared at the little reptile that was about to disappear.

Locke ran across the body of the moonlight wolf. Although the moonlight wolf was hit by Locke, the white light in his mouth was still aimed at Locke. Locke had an alarm in his heart. Ignoring thinking, he directly jumped at the wolf's head and wanted to interrupt the magic release of the moonlight wolf. He didn't know how to interrupt the magician's magic release, but he could guess and let the moonlight wolf close his mouth, Then the magic in its mouth must not come out.

The arm shield on his left hand has been distorted. This high-quality arm shield made by Locke has become a scrap iron in less than a month.

The arm shield smashed the head of the moonlight wolf. Locke picked the injured part of the moonlight wolf. The scarlet wolf's blood splashed Locke, but the moonlight wolf was not moved by the trauma. It was determined to kill Locke. Locke even saw a look of contempt from the only eye of the moonlight wolf.

"Madder!" Locke scolded angrily, threw off the arm shield on his left hand, held a short dagger in his right hand, and rushed straight to the one eye of the moonlight wolf to stimulate the last fighting spirit in his body. Locke used his feet to jump hard and jump above the moonlight wolf. With the falling gravity, the short dagger pierced the one eye of the moonlight wolf.

The moonlight wolf's light magic flare has reached the last moment, just as the magician can't be disturbed when casting spells. Although the Warcraft is stronger and less vulnerable than the magician, it will fall into a short spasm at the last moment. At this time, the moonlight wolf can't avoid Locke's attack because of the magic in his mouth.

"Oh ~" the moonlight wolf screamed miserably. Locke's short dagger was inserted in his only eye. Locke held the short dagger in both hands and hung tightly on the moonlight wolf's wolf blade.

A large amount of blood pumped out of the moon wolf's one eye. The moon wolf who completely lost its light fell into a frenzy. Most importantly, the flash bomb in his mouth was not launched by the moon wolf at the last moment. However, the flash bomb has been formed and will not dissipate into light elements.

Under the pain of eating, the moon wolf closed his upper and lower jaw tightly, and the flash bomb did not send out. It exploded directly in the moon wolf's mouth.

The fur of the moon wolf has a certain magic resistance, and it is immune to low-level light magic, but the flesh and blood in the moon wolf's mouth has no magic resistance. The flash is still a low-level magic. If a normal low-level magic is smashed down and smashed into ordinary people, it can kill four or five people. This is the horror of magic. It has a wider killing range and faster speed than fighting spirit, Farther away.

A white light in the wolf's head came from the teeth of the wolf in the moonlight. Even Locke hanging on the wolf's head smelled a smell of charred barbecue. The power of the flash bomb lies in its fast speed and the burning of the light system. This is equivalent to causing a full amount of flash bomb damage to itself.

The old wolf has just advanced, and his body has no superfluous relationship. Magic can repair his wounds. First, he was badly hurt by Locke, and then his flash bomb detonated in his mouth. The moon wolf, who used to be very handsome, now bumps around in the jungle like a rag doll.

Locke, who has exhausted his fighting spirit, can only hold the short dagger tightly and hang it on the moonlight wolf. There is no fighting spirit circulation in his body to recover his injury. A huge amount of pain hit Locke's nerves in an instant, and Locke can only bite his teeth and insist. He was not in a hurry at this time. The moonlight wolf was over and hurt all over. Now the more he jumped, the more serious the injury Locke inserted in his eyes, and the closer it was to death.

The old wolf felt that the prey was still lying on his head. The massive blood loss and huge magic trauma made the old wolf feel the familiar smell of death after a night. This time, there was no moonlight to restore his body, and there was no miracle to make it break through.

The old wolf experienced a breakthrough between life and death last night, and has been bearish. Maybe it just can't lead the tribe to prosperity as a wolf head. Maybe its fate is like this. The old wolf's roar is unwilling to his own destiny and obedience to his own destiny, but it won't let the prey that hurt him feel better.

With the last force, the old wolf rushed with Locke. He knew that Locke had reached the limit, and he wanted Locke to pay for his life.

A wolf passed through the forest quickly, and a huge tree stood in front of the two. The blind moonlight wolf didn't find it at all, and ran straight into it. Locke vomited blood on the wolf's head, and even some internal organs were vomited out by Locke. Locke in the moonlight wolf's head almost took all the impact of the desperate impact of the moonlight wolf with his body, Not only the bones in the body are broken, but also the internal organs are broken to varying degrees.

After the moonlight wolf made the final impact, he didn't have the strength to put his head under the huge tree and stop quietly. If someone comes over, you can find that the moonlight wolf has stopped breathing. Before his death, the old wolf's blind eyes flashed not his attachment to life, but his memories of the past.

It was born from a wolf cub, hunted with the mother of the tribe, and played with the wolf cubs of the same tribe.

When it was a little older, its mother was slapped off her back by a demonized creature brown bear, and she tightly protected it before she died.

Later, it became a killer, not only killing prey, but also teaching its peers. Finally, at the peak of its life, it awakened the demonized gene in its body and became a demonized fire wolf.

Then he led the wolves to tear the brown bear that killed his mother into pieces. The price was that he was almost seriously injured by the brown bear's counterattack before he died, but he didn't regret it at all.

Then, as a wolf pack, the wolf heads crisscross a forest in the southwest periphery of Murphy forest. The surrounding wild animals and demonized creatures dare not touch the mildew.

After that, he will be defeated by the new wolf head, take losing one eye as the end of his career as a leader, leave the wolves sadly and begin to set up a home at the junction of Bering mountains and Murphy forest.

The old wolf has lived long enough as a wolf, otherwise it can not be called an old wolf. At the last moment of life, the old wolf only has deep memories of his life.

The battle lasted a long time, because there was the roar of the moonlight wolf first, and then the fluctuation of magic. The nearby wild animals and possible demonized creatures did not dare to approach the forest. In the Bering mountains in winter, low-level Warcraft can dominate one side.

I don't know how long later, Angelina woke up. Although she was protected by Locke, she was pushed out by the moonlight wolf and fainted for a long time.

Look at the sky. It's already afternoon. It's a mess around. There are broken tree limbs everywhere, and a little blood is scattered everywhere. Angelina stooped around looking for Locke. She was also seriously injured. Fortunately, there was no major injury.

Finally, after walking to the depths of the jungle, I saw the moonlight wolf lying aside and Locke, who was pale and limp under the tree.

Although there are no wild animals in this place now, I don't know when there will be danger. Angelina has learned a lot about the jungle from Locke these two days.

Angelina, regardless of whether Locke was still alive or not, came forward and dragged Locke's arm, carried Locke on her back and left here hard. Angelina's petite body, I don't know where she came from, so strong that she can carry Locke forward. The long bloodstains left on the way out were all Locke's.

Angelina was very lucky. Not long after carrying Locke, she found a cave that could accommodate two people. She didn't know what animals lived in the cave before. There was a fishy smell and some animal feces. The poor guy should be scared away by the smell of moonlight wolf and the fluctuation of magic.

Put Locke down steadily against the wall, and Angelina has time to try Locke's breath and heartbeat. The heartbeat was very weak. Locke was still alive. Angelina was relieved, but when she saw the wound on Locke's shoulder armor, she was cold and could see the bone wound. If there were no miracle, Locke would never survive.

Angelina was anxious to find a way around. Unfortunately, she didn't repair the wound in her magic, but even if she did, among the entry-level magic, only the water moistening technique of the water system and the low-cost healing technique of the light system can repair the ordinary wound. These two kinds of magic can cure the ordinary wound. For the fatal serious injury like Locke, only the medium-level healing technique that can be learned by the medium-level apprentice can save his life.

Light system, light system? Angelina suddenly thought that the dead moonlight wolf was a light Warcraft. Warcraft above the lower level would condense magic to form crystal nuclei. Each crystal nucleus has its own role, which is of great value, especially the light crystal nucleus, because it has the ability of self-healing that other crystal nuclei do not have.

Looking at Locke whose breath was getting weaker and weaker, Angelina dared not delay. She hurried back to dig the crystal core of the moonlight wolf. Before leaving, she took the short dagger Locke held in her hand as a tool. Although Locke was weak and fell into a coma at this time, she still held the dagger in her hand tightly. Angelina spent a lot of effort to break off Locke's hand.

Locke felt that he had come to hell, because he felt boundless pain here. It was dark everywhere. How could he be so familiar? It seems that he has been here before. Locke can't remember. Darkness engulfed Locke. Just when Locke was about to sink, a warm force burst out from his chest and kept transmitting it to Locke. Locke, who was about to fall into permanent darkness, was hung back by this force.

Half a month later, the Bering mountains, which had entered winter, turned into a world of ice and snow. They were covered with snow everywhere. Among the snow-white mountains and forests, a black spot moved slowly.

A savage with shabby clothes and worn-out shoes dragged a frozen hare and walked hard in the snow.

Until noon, the wild man stopped at a mountain depression and put down the rope dragging the hare. The wild man pushed the snow pile in front of him. A hole just enough to accommodate one person appeared, turned back and pulled his prey, and the wild man entered the cave.

The cave is very simple. It can be said that there is almost nothing. The only thing that can be called an object is a turf near the inner side of the cave. On the turf, there is another savage who doesn't move like a dead savage. If his chest doesn't fluctuate slightly, it's hard to believe that he is still alive.

The savage who had just returned to the cave put his prey aside, collapsed on the turf and lay down close to the motionless savage.

Before lying down, the savage wiped his face with the snow at the mouth of the cave. After the snow was wiped, he revealed a delicate face. It's hard to imagine that the owner of this face is Angelina.