They quickly approached the nearest werewolf.

The jackal is attacking an adult man.

The man held a hoe in his hand and fought to fend for the attack of the werewolf, while behind him was a woman with a wooden stick, and their two children, one child and one daughter.

He was the last wall of his wife and children, and he could not fall!If he falls, his wife and children will not survive.

But he could not hold it, the jackal was too much power, several attacks threw him down, sharp claws pierced his chest, the sharp pain made him more awake, he could even smell the stink in the blood of the jackal.

He knew he was going to die, but what about his wife and children?

Are they going to die too?

Endless panic attacks.

At this time, a sword flashed, a sharp sword pierced the neck of the jackal from behind, and the blooded sword was less than an inch from the man's left eye!

The sword was quickly drawn away, a drop of blood dripped into his left eye, and the man who killed the jackal had left.

"Don't panic, don't run, the more dangerous you run."

The man heard a steady voice, looked up hurriedly, and then saw a pale young face.

“Holy shit, Prince of the Five?”

The man pushed away the fallen jackal, looked at the height of the steel sword in front of him, and couldn’t believe his eyes: “You... killed, killed the jackal?”

"It's not me."

He raised his sword, which was not bloodless, and pointed to Lancelot, who had rushed to the second jackal: “It is he.”You may not have heard his name, but I will tell you that he is a great knight.If he’s there, he’ll be able to kill these damned jackal!”

“No, I’ve heard his name, we’ve all heard his name!”

The man shouted excitedly, looking at the distant figure, his eyes full of respect: "The Flower of the Knights" Lancelot, the first knight of the Duchy of the Thousand Islands!We all said he followed you.”

“Is it a flower planted with cow dung?”Laughing.

"No, Princes, I don't mean that, I..." The man was not kind, he could not speak in a hurry, and his face was tense.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s just an expedient.At that time, I was not even as good as cow dung in your eyes.Cow manure can also fertile crops, dried and can burn, a prince who only knows how to eat and drink and gamble, what can he do?Wasting food?”

He said, “Soon you will know that I have at least cow dung to be useful.”Take care of your family and don’t run.You will survive, I promise.”

The man stood still, thinking of the Fifth Prince, as if there were no legends so bad.

At least he showed courage, he was much stronger, he was more like a man!

Lancelot did not go far, high and fast.

Lancelot is famous and was once the best knight of the Duchy of the Thousand Islands.

But over the years, he suffered high, the original knight armor and knight gun, knight sword is gone, the physical condition is not as good as before.

Fortunately, in his combat experience and combat skills, if fighting alone, the ordinary jackal is not his opponent at all.

In the high talk, he had already killed the second jackal, and waited until he came high before rushing to the third.

But the werewolves are not stupid.

These guys are very smart and quickly come around, trying to solve the hardest bone to bite first.

Lancelot was attacked.

Seven or eight werewolves attacked him together, and he could only have hastily defended.

Especially the jackal was barbarous, strong, the human body could not fight hard with him, and Lancelot could not.

He was defeated and could only be stopped by his shield.

If there is only one jackal barbaric soldier, he can still fight with experience and skill, and even kill it is not impossible.

But he had to face, and a few other jackals, who could not stop him.

“High, run!”

Lancelot turned and yelled, but saw his right hand raised, and a card in his palm glowed white.

Then he heard a very special voice, majestic and full of the cold of December.

Lancelot is standing:

He had heard that voice, on White Dragon Island.

It was the sound of a dragon!

Proud and majestic.

He seemed to see a white shadow, a young dragon-level ice dragon shadow, more than 5 meters long, passing through the sky.

Then he really felt the cold, because the card in the high hand disappeared, replaced by a cold spit, shrouded in a very small beam, and was attacking his jackal barbarians!

“Is that... ice vomit?”

Lancelot had seen the magic.

Her "ice dragon spit" spell, equivalent to the adult ice dragon's vomiting, which is dozens of times powerful, can freeze all the wolves here into ice!

But even if her "ice dragon vomiting", it is impossible to appear the sound of the dragon and the dragon shadow, what is the situation?

High, who are the gods you believe in?

Is it some ancient dragon?

In the distance, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The effect of "Ice Dragon Spit" card is to inflict 2 star damage on a random enemy and freeze it.

Randomly, it's a problem.

If you hit an ordinary jackal, you can kill in an instant, and if you hit a jackal, you can freeze it in addition to being able to hit it hard.

Fortunately, the most powerful werewolves, otherwise, the value of this card is much lower!

Lancelot was decisive, took the opportunity, and hurriedly retreated.

He did not take advantage of the attack on the Werewolf, for there were other werewolves around, and he could not strike.

His idea is simple:

The situation is not good, or with a high grip, how far can run.

escape and possibly survive.

If you don't run, you will die!

Then he saw that Gao did not run, but rushed to this side!

“High, what do you do?”Hurry up!”

Lancelot was in a hurry, roaring toward the high, but saw a high face calm.

Does he have any cards?

He seems to have three cards, now he only has one.

If Gao can still come to two "ice dragons spit" and freeze two jackal people, then it is not impossible to kill the remaining three jackal people with their own strength!

It was good to have a spell caster, and Lancelot's heart suddenly appeared to hope.

In fact, the high hand trembled slightly, and the legs trembled slightly.

For the first time in life, it is false to say that no tension is not to be feared.

Only he had no choice.

Escaped?

I really can't escape!

Just fight!

The jackal is obviously frightened by the "ice dragon vomit", after all, the caster is a very rare and noble profession, with the limited IQ and insight of the jackal, naturally feel that the "ice dragon vomit", must be a mage.

Any Master, with enough time to cast spells, is terrible.After all, in the "9th-order army", even the most ordinary "meditary apprentice" is the second-order army!

In fact, the destructive power and attack of the mage's apprentice are three class, but the application of the Fa takes time, requires the protection of other arms, and the ability to protect itself is too poor, so it is constant for the second order.

The jackal stood still and quickly reacted:

The best way to deal with the mage is to fight close to each other and not give the other side a chance to cast a spell.

So the next moment, the remaining five jackal all gave up Lancelot and waved the tomax and rushed high.

"No!You cannot hurt him!”

Lancelot was furious, waving a steel sword and blocking the two werewolves.

But there was only so much, he was too late to stop the third.

Three werewolves, bypassing him from his side and rushed high.

High is nervous.

The jackal in front of him was less than ten steps away.

He took a few steps back, holding the sword in one hand, holding the card in the other, and silently thinking:

“Call: wax oil!”