The chief who led the players to guard the entrance seemed as stable as an old dog on the surface, but actually felt panicked.

Once a few steppe wolves rushed in, it caused harm to the player group, and they would definitely not be able to hold on in the morning!

This is a Steppenwolf with combat power assessment up to LV.20. Not only does it completely crush these low-level players, but the number is between hundreds and thousands.

He is even the top killer who plunders like the wind on the wailing plain, and it is not something that these apprentice warriors who have not yet officially started can resist.

Once the wolves rush into the fragile defensive grey spirit tribe, dozens of player warriors in the combat squad may be able to resist.

Hundreds of other people were not even equipped with armor, and were wearing linen clothes for logistics and long-range newcomers. Under the impact of the wolves, they were probably not much better than the croaker.

"Take the corpse of the gray spirit!"

The flower snake suddenly had an idea: "Maybe they left after they were full?"

The chief's eyes lit up. This was a good idea. He quickly asked the players to collect all the grey spirit corpses piled up in the tribe.

Then it continued to throw out the entrance, and the bloody corpses of gray sperm immediately caused a fight among the wolves, and even bit each other.

After all, the wolves attracted by the smell of blood are not the same group, so naturally they have no habit of sharing prey for other wolves members, so they even have a melee in the fight between biting and fighting each other.

Seeing the corpse of gray sperm as bait, the wolf pack started to bite each other.

The players were very excited and worked harder to throw more grey spirit corpses out of the wall.

However, as the wolves gathered more and more at the entrance of the Gray Spirit Tribe, many steppe wolves jumped on the backs of other steppe wolves and trampled on their bodies to the "feeding" position, the chief and the others couldn't help but change their faces and shouted: "Don't lose them again!"

Because the crowded and trampled on the wolf packs were piled up like stacks, even exceeding the height of the obstacles they temporarily piled up, some steppe wolves who could not compete for the corpse were squeezed and moved closer to the entrance.

After all, the power of the players is limited, and although the body of a gray spirit is not heavy, it can have about twenty or thirty kilograms under the broken legs. With the strength of the player's arm, it is impossible to throw it too far.

So the place where the wolves scramble to eat is located not far from the entrance of the Gray Swallow Tribe. Once the wolves gather, they squeeze the barriers at the entrance.

Although the wolves were temporarily attracted by the grey spirit corpses, when the steppet wolf who could not compete for the corpses realized that there were more fresher and more delicious hot meat in the closet, it was a disaster for the players.

The chiefs who could not think of this for a while realized that they had made a fool of themselves. Although throwing the grey spirit corpse could attract the attention of the wolves, it also caused the wolves to get too close to the entrance of the grey spirit tribe.

Although the ranged players' stone bullets can repel the impact of one or two steppe wolves, they cannot injure them in combos.

Not to mention that when the number increases, they can rely on their strong bodies to withstand the pain of being hit by stone bullets and forcibly break through the players' defenses.

But it was too late for the Chiefs and the others to realize this.

The Steppenwolf, who was squeezed to the edge by the robbery, turned around and stared at the player behind the obstacle.

The player who was sprayed with a fishy breath by the Steppenwolf was frightened and screamed and subconsciously retreated, which further aroused the Steppenwolf's hunting instinct.

After a moment of silence, several steppe wolves howled and knocked away the temporarily piled up loose obstacles that were not firmly built, and rushed towards the player's defense line behind the obstacle.

"top……"

In desperation, the chief who roared angrily and let the players resist, only felt a sudden storm in the back of his head.

A log as thick as a thigh roared and swung across his scalp, smashing the pounced several steppe wolves into howling and wailing.

Immediately afterwards, all kinds of messy debris fell into the wolf pack at the entrance, and forcibly smashed the gathering wolves apart.

"Hui Ji Kai! Come on the goose!"

A short figure dragged a piece of wood in front of the players.

Then he pointed to the big gray spirit leader's nest that had not yet been cleaned up: "It's so cute!"

Because the giant sword and heavy sword blades are severely worn and their power is greatly reduced, the threat to a huge beast like Steppenwolf.

Hussere simply put two big swords back on the donkey cart that transported thick meat chops for him, and took the tumbling stick as spare equipment and carried it on his body.

Two logs were drawn from the debris that players dismantled the gray elf shack as weapons, and at the critical moment they blocked the threat of the wolves.

In a panic, the players who forgot that the monkey had a hairy thigh were overjoyed and realized that there might be passages in the lair of the big gray spirit leader, and they ran away one after another.

"But...but..."

The chief was anxious and hesitantly looked at the spoils piled up in the tribe.

"When is it now? Let's save your life first!"

"The wolf just eats meat! It's so fucking and doesn't chew ore or equipment!"

Huashe and dried tofu were almost rushed by the chief, the old man who was desperate for money, and roared: "It's not too late to come and clean up when they disperse!"

The chief then reluctantly turned his head to the pain and led the players to evacuate the lair of the leader of the Big Gray Spirit.

Hussere, who was blocking the entrance, held the log with both hands, whimpering and whistling, smashing the steppe wolf that rushed back one by one.

Unfortunately, although the log is long enough and heavy enough to swing, it is very powerful, but it is too thick and difficult to grasp, and the attack speed is too slow.

Hussere just threw a few steppe wolf into pieces and wailed and fell back with a broken bone and wailing, and was a little overwhelmed.

He could only swing the log into the wolf pack, smashed the pile of Steppenwolfs, and pulled out the iron-packed hardwood knot from behind his waist with his backhand, and threw it away and smashed it hard at the forehead of the Steppenwolf that was rushing up!

Although a creature like wolf has a "copper head, iron tail, tofu waist", it depends on who knocks on the head.

Although the damage of the tumbling wooden stick is only 1-6, which is half lower than the giant sword of 2-12, the body of the stick is thick and short, and the attack frequency is extremely high when swung.

Moreover, after adding its own attributes, the damage of 1-59 hits the head and can almost produce the effect of [sharp hit] damage × 2 every time.

Even if the Steppenwolf has thick skin and strong flesh, his brain is hard, and he has to roll his eyes if he is stuffed with a stick on his forehead. Maybe he can still produce a [fatal] effect, and the concussion will definitely not be able to escape.

This made Hussere barely block the entrance of the tribe, and he jumped and knocked the wolf hard, blocking the attack of the wolf pack by himself.
Chapter completed!