He came to the wooden board and did not get too close. Instead, he let the driver resist himself from afar and looked out of the canyon with the faint light of fire.

The wooden board is very short, so Wang Yang can roughly see the scene outside.

In the faint fire, the two traps beside the passage had completely collapsed, and there was no more wolf on the ground.

At the bottom of the two traps, a group of wolves fell into a pool of blood, dyeing the thin layer of snow red, and the blood dizzy spread.

The wolves were all ambushed without exception.

It can be imagined that they did not realize there was a trap ahead, so they used up all speed when they ran, which caused them to be unable to hold on even if they found it and fell into the pit one after another.

"Boom~" Wang Yang jumped off the ground, waved his hand, and quickly took the wooden door open with everyone.

The firelight was blocked and brightened the outside world. Under the reflection of the firelight, you can clearly see the wolves twitching and struggling at the bottom of the pit.

Most of them have been pierced on their abdomen, and have three serious injuries on their bodies, completely losing their ability to move. Occasionally, there are two injured wolves who can struggle slightly to escape.

The luckiest thing is a wolf running at the end. Because it ran too slowly, when it jumped down, two wolf had already blocked the bone spurs. It almost escaped the disaster without any injuries.

Seeing that the situation had been completely controlled, everyone quickly passed through the passage and blocked the trap.

"Aowu~"

When the wolves at the bottom saw everyone, they still did not give up resisting. They howled fiercely, and a new round of power burst out from their thirsty bodies, with red eyes, trying to stand up and attack everyone.

They stood up, facing the desperate situation, were extremely crazy, and did not care about any pain. They stood up, enduring the cracks of the wound and the stirring of bone spurs in their bodies.

The uninjured wolf was a little dazed and stood there at a loss. Beside it was the female wolf whose throat was pierced.

The world of the female wolf is rapidly becoming gray. It feels the god of death pulling away the power from its body from its wound. It lies on the ground, entangled its limbs with force, knocking a bone spur in a crooked manner, and then suddenly stops still and turns into a sculpture.

The other wolf with injured thigh could only stand on three limbs, the other leg was curled up, and blood was flowing down. It was still roaring at everyone, then carefully looked at the ground full of bone spurs, jumping one after another, and approaching everyone.

It came to the edge, looked at the pit wall more than two meters high, and jumped up.

"Aowu~" It opened its mouth wide at everyone and wanted to attack, but it couldn't jump so high. Its body rolled in the air and fell to the ground, and another bone spur was pierced.

If no one takes action, it will bear its own life.

The unharmed wolf was also aroused by the behavior of its companions. It no longer felt at a loss, accelerated forward and jumped hard.

It jumped very high, as if it was the highest jump in its lifetime. The enemy in front of it quickly approached it, just like a stretched shot, and several sharp wooden spears were greeted.

Afterwards, everyone started to regain their feelings for the wolves. No matter whether their spirit is commendable or how miserable they look, it has nothing to do with them.

They threw a spear arrow, threw out a stone, and stabbed countless wooden spears. The blood instantly covered the bottom of the pit, all dyed red.

Wang Yang didn't watch this scene, he didn't need to watch it.

He just led Wang Yingying back to the canyon, and while walking, he said to her seriously: "Stop looking, it's not good."

He was pulled up and counted in the canyon. Most of the wolves were about to die, and only had the last little breath left.

Wang Yang calculated the quantity aside.

"One, two, three...eight, nine..."

"Yeah? Nine?" He was slightly stunned and counted again: "One, two, three... seven**..."

"Why are there nine? And one wolf?"

Wang Yang's heart was filled with countless doubts. He clearly remembered that there were ten adult wolves in total, but the trap was ambushed at nine wolves. Where did one go?

Thinking of this, he picked up the wooden spear, pushed the wolf pack away one by one, and looked at their faces.

He was looking for the wolf, looking for the ugly scar.

"This is just not...this isn't...this isn't..."

The more he looked for him, the heavier heavier heavier heavier his face, and his face looked ugly every minute. He knew that the head wolf was the real threat, and as long as it was in one day, it would have the ability to make a comeback.

Soon, the wolves were found, and there was not a single wolf. Wang Yang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and threw the wooden spear to the ground in a furious manner.

"Why can't you catch me!"

...

Where is the head wolf?

It stood on the huge rock on the edge of the cliff, looking at the fire, without saying a word.

It didn't know what was going on over there, nor did it know if its companions would successfully attack. The distance was too far, and the sound could not be reached here.

But it was inexplicably uneasy and anxious. It looked over there and over there. In the end, it seemed to have lost its strength and lay softly on the huge rock.

"Woooo~" It whimpered, its voice was very small and weak, as if it didn't want others to hear it.

The sound was very disappointed and confused. It didn't know what it should do now and what it should do. Should it go to the canyon to see it? Or would it leave alone to look for other wolves.

The wind blew gently, and it licked its lower abdomen, which was inexplicably itchy, and it always felt like a bastard flea jumping around.

It scratched, but nothing was scratched.

The cold darkness submerged it, it fell into a huge rock and walked back to its nest.

There is nothing in the nest, no food, no companions, nothing.

Generally at this time, it should have been hunting, snuggled up with its companions in the nest and ate its prey.

It should feel hungry, but it doesn't want to hunt, it just feels that it's very cold tonight and has no strength.

It wanted to stay here and stay motionless, waiting for its companions to come back.

The night is never scary to it. It can clearly see the scenery in the black. The outside world is like day before it. It lies there, looking at the forest in the distance.

This wait took a long time, so long that it could hardly detect the passage of time. It probably was time for its companions to launch an attack.

It became more impatient, and this lonely waiting was simply torment.

It almost couldn't remember the scene of being alone. The last time it was when it was just adult and separated from its father's ethnic group.

Until it found its first companion, it was never lonely again. Even in the battle in the past few years, there were still several companions accompanying it.

"Woo~" It made a short agitated sound, fluttering on the snow for a few times, and could no longer bear this feeling.
Chapter completed!