章節 11: Desperate times
Unlike those zombies, the empty chant did not have much effect on the wolf, but it did fill George's heart with courage.
The wolf suddenly pounced on us! This distance was a bit far, but its athletic figure leapt!
George's hammer was just about to be raised when he suddenly realized that the wolf's mouth must be faster than his own! He subconsciously wanted to roll to the ground to avoid this lunge. However, in that instant, his heart suddenly beat violently, and a feeling of certain death sprang up if he did so.
He suddenly stopped the body that was about to roll and swung the slab-like canon in his hand.
This blow was somewhat unexpected and hit the fragile nose of the wolf in a fierce manner. The wolf let out a painful wail in mid-air, and the mouth that was about to bite was crooked to the side, missing the person. But the body lunged at George in the midst of that huge inertia.
There was a poof. George was violently hit by the wolf's body, and felt a tightness in his chest, and gold stars appeared in his eyes.
The wolf's teeth brushed against his throat, even allowing him to feel the hot air exhaled from the wolf's kiss. He raised his arm and caught the wolf's neck, falling to the ground with it.
Wolves are much more flexible than people and have a much higher tolerance for pain. Although one man and one wolf fell to the ground sideways at the same time, George's arm couldn't help but let go in the painful collision with the ground, while the wolf threw itself violently and regained its footing.
Before George could react, he heard a cruel low growl in his ears and turned his head to see a bloody mouth biting madly toward his throat!
At this moment, George suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of calm. He realized that he was bound to die no matter how he dodged, the only way to block its mouth was to have a chance of victory.
He stretched out his hand and pulled it directly into the wolf's bloody mouth. And no matter how the wolf flung its head, he held on to its sharp teeth and jaws with a firm grip.
Blood splashed up in the twinkling of an eye.
But this brave man's stranglehold does seem to have worked.
But it was only temporary.
In the midst of the huge twisting force, George's whole body was shaking in the dusty splash, and the blood that kept flowing was splashed all over the wolf's kiss. He only felt that the bones and muscles in his arms were about to be torn apart.
Between that left and right sway, George's other hand finally touched the dagger on his back waist. He gritted his teeth and drew out the dagger, and stabbed the wolf's roar madly.
The wolf's skin was very tough and the fur was very dense. The body swayed and his accuracy was not only a little poor, but also the strength was not full. He failed to penetrate its throat at once. But it was under his desperate strength, the dagger stabbed into its side of the chest.
The dagger touched a certain piece of rib cage and did not move, and the wolf also felt the danger in the pain and tried desperately to pull the mouth open. But George's bloody arm grabbed its jaw as if it were an iron vise, and pulled out a distance in the middle of the wolf's dragging.
His arms had gradually gone numb, and he felt a little disconnected after just a minute of wrestling. Knowing that this was his last chance, he suddenly pulled the wolf's mouth back with all his strength, and pulled the dagger downward with his other hand with a deadly force!
The dagger finally reached into a piece of softness and was viciously stirred up in George's hand.
Hot and thick blood spurted out, but the wolf became more frantic in a sound of wailing!
It finally got rid of George's completely unconscious hand and stretched out its big mouth to bite George's face again!
In the nick of time, George's eyes widened and did not choose to dodge, but twisted his dagger even harder, and met the wolf's kiss with his unconscious arm again.
With a creaking sound, the wolf's teeth were embedded in the locking armor and stuck dead inside. George's dagger also viciously pulled down another distance.
A ball of hot stuff fell on George's body, and the wolf's power finally weakened amidst that severe pain.
George seized this opportunity and pressed the wolf under his body with a fierce force, while using his arm against the wolf's mouth, he pulled out the dagger and plunged it into his throat!
His eyes were red as if he was a wolf, and he looked at the wolf's eyes with a deadly gaze. At this moment, he saw the fear in the cold eyes of the wolf.
Slowly, the ghostly cold light in the wolf's eyes finally faded out...
George's hand was dripping with blood, and his arm was difficult to bend, so he didn't know how he was hurt. But the leather gloves were completely rotten, and the armor on the arm, also broken some, and flowed blood.
But George is not feel the pain, replaced by a wave of excitement!
He stood up and looked over to Alexander there.
The big man had already tackled those last three wolves, but his body was also drenched in blood and looked scary.
As George endured the pain of tearing off his gloves and using one hand to hang the nail hammer with the Bible, the followers approached.
"Why are there eight wolves?" The follower questioned his lord, surprisingly a little wet inside his eyes.
George was able to see that the wounds on his body, while a bit scary, shouldn't be too much of a problem - since he was carrying two wolves on his shoulders...
"Shit!" George cursed: "It's not just these eight, Alexander! All the wolves around us are coming! Let's go!"
He said as he pulled Alexander along, "In fact, when I saw the sixth wolf, I wanted to shout to warn you! I was going to sacrifice my life and attract them to protect you!"
"???"
"But it suddenly occurred to me that this could potentially harm us both. Because as soon as you kill that head wolf, the other wolves will most likely go away. And if I make a hasty move, I'll spoil things instead." George looked behind him and dropped his gaze above Alexander's eyes, sincere as ever.
He continued, "But you killed the wrong one, Alexander! I didn't think you would... Oops." He let out a sigh.
"I... I screwed up?"
"Well..." George nodded deeply.
"But why am I killing more and more? Why are they surrounding me? Shouldn't they be running?" Alexander's eyes widened.
"Yes! Why is this happening?! This is too strange! Don't these foolish things, realize that Alexander is unbeatable?!"
"Of course I'm unbeatable! I killed them all!"
"Yes! And only a little bit wounded! You're really good! Alexander, you are the number one warrior of 'Johannes'! You're so brave and invincible, I really admire you! ~"
"Heh heh heh heh..." The big bald head rubbed his head and forgot all about what just happened. Even the wounds on his body didn't hurt anymore.
Yet George was suddenly crying.
"What's wrong with you, Lord Lords?"
"I caused you to get hurt, Alexander, I'm sorry." Saying that, the crying George also intentionally lifted his blood-soaked arm, which was still dripping blood - just enough to be clearly seen by Alexander.
"My lord, you are injured? Damn it! It's my fault, I didn't protect you well!"
"It's okay, Alexander. Although I feel like my hand... It might be ruined. But it's okay, you are my hands and feet, and I am your hands and feet. We rely on each other and suffer together."
"My Lord..." Alexander covered his face and stopped, wailing.
"Keep your voice down!" George suddenly anxious, that face is completely different from just now. Because he just seemed to see something leaping past in the mist - 'Malgobi, there can't really be other wolves rushing over, right?!
"Hurry up!" He hurriedly pulled Alexander to speed up his pace. And whispered the 'Holy Hymn'. Not long after, he felt a burst of warmth coming from his hand. The bleeding slowly stopped, and gradually, surprisingly, there was sensation!
He could feel that although his hand was badly injured, it did not hurt the bones. It just wanted to heal, I'm afraid it would take some time to do so.
"What are you singing? Chief?" Alexander dried his tears as he walked.
"I'm trying to heal your body... But, it seems to have failed. Sorry, I'm not particularly skilled." George looked apologetic (for real this time), "You're still okay, right?"
"My lord? You actually still care about me?" Alexander's eyes were about to tear up again as he said, "I'm fine, chief, I'm fine! This little injury is nothing. If I hadn't been so hungry these days, I wouldn't have had the strength I had before, and I would have taken care of all eight ghouls in a few blows! You don't have to worry about me, I'll be fine when I eat more at night, you should heal yourself first!"
'More than I can blow...' George said secretly, but was relieved, pulling him to hurry up and continue walking.
He thought in his mind: 'O big guy, I know you have more wounds than I do. But I can only say sorry. And that monastery does not know exactly what condition it is, so I'm afraid this last bit of magic power can not be used to heal you now...'
He thought very clearly, that big guy was not badly injured though. But he was physically strong, so it didn't affect his movement yet. But if his own hand is not treated first, not to mention whether it will be ruined, is running, he can not run fast.
At this time they have entered a nearby woodland, and after running out of a distance, George stopped in front of a large stone, he looked around and found the shadow of the wolf in the fog. Nervously spreading out the scroll to take a look, he found that there were indeed many wolves gathered, and two or three were hanging behind them, prowling like waiting inside the fog.
Alexander saw the wolf shadow angry and wanted to go over, was pulled back by George.
He spat out a few words from his teeth: "Don't go! Wait first!"
Then he picked up a few branches on the ground, and hastily used his dagger to tear off a few strips of his cloak, dipped it in the bit of grease he carried in his backpack, wound up five or six torches, and lit them up.
'God, I definitely should not die here!!!'
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