I Dumped My Prince Charming Once Again

The cold wind blew over, and at some point, many, many pairs of dark green eyes lit up around them.

That's a wolf, a pack of wolves!

It is the existence that they have so many people to be afraid of.

Athotes was not afraid at all. He dragged the wild boar and looked back. Seeing green eyes everywhere, he smiled slightly with his lips hooked, and turned his head again.

"Ow—"

In front of him was a large pack of wolves walking slowly, their dark green eyes made people feel cold all over.

Athotes looked at them raising their faces slightly, looked at the group of wolves in front of them and said, "It's okay, the meat is very fat, my baby should like it."

"Ow!"

A pack of wolves rushed up together, and Azotes let go of his hand and touched his machete.

Bleeding.

Although Zoro and the others had a shield and a long sword, they had never dealt with such a difficult animal. If they killed one, ten more would be added.

"Snapped--"

A stream of bright red wolf blood fell on Azotes' face, the smell of blood spread from the tip of his nose, and his feet were already covered with wolf corpses.

Athotes raised his hand and wiped a handful of wolf blood, picked up the knife and started the next round of fighting.

He found this place before he met the dragon. This is the wolf den.

Wolves are animals that are easily attracted by blood, and killing one will attract many more, so when he found out, he didn't do it immediately, but led them to run elsewhere, thinking that killing them elsewhere would save them Attract all the wolves, but who would have expected to encounter even more terrifying ones.

After fighting for an unknown amount of time, Azotes finally felt tired. He held the scimitar tightly, and his pupils were dyed red.

Compared to Athotes' "a little tired", Zorro and the others are already exhausted.

"Ah! Let go! Let go of me—"

"Save me, save me!"

Someone in the dragon slaying team had already been bitten, and they wailed endlessly, but no matter how much they wailed, no one helped them, because everyone was too busy to take care of themselves.

Killing and killing, Athotes also felt a little strenuous.

The pack of wolves did not decrease because of the fighting, on the contrary, there were more and more wolves howling all over the mountains and plains.

Asotes closed his eyes, he watched those ferocious wolves grit their teeth lightly, and then their movements became more ruthless.

He has to go back.

He cannot die here.

He can't die here without knowing why.

The wolves became more and more restless, so restless that Azotes also became restless.

He felt that he was going to lose it.

The situation of Zoro and the others is more serious than that of Azotes, and some of them have even been bitten to remove the white bones.

At this time, endless despair enveloped them, and they cried and cursed while struggling to fight:

"It's all Athotes' fault! It's all this trash! If it weren't for him, how could we have met the wolves! I can't die, I can't die, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Duke, I want to marry the princess, I."

"When I go out, I will kill Azotes as a dragon and chop him into small pieces!"

Just as they were cursing and crying in despair, there was a voice from above that made them even more desperate. The voice was cold, ethereal, and somewhat mocking:

"I think you don't have this chance. You can't kill wolves, and you still want to kill dragons?"