The crumbling monastery

The cleverness seemed to have worked, and as George looked at the scroll on the stone, his eyes already bloodshot, the scouts finally turned and walked away.

The wolves gathered in a pile, without any sound, and went towards the place where they had fought before - there was fresh meat that could be obtained without much effort.

The sweaty George exhaled up to the sky, and his whole body felt a little deflated to.

Sata sata two sound, George's hands holding the torch fell to the ground, sat on top of the stone gasping for a long time.

The big guy two arm balance stretch, gathered in two torches, mouth still hanging one. Strangely looked at his boss, not knowing what he was up to.

"Put it down, we're saved." George said with a breathless shake of his head.

He thought in his mind: 'If there were five of us which would be so badly closed by the wolf? Even if the other three were losers and could only hold torches!'

Sighing, he waved his hand impatiently at the big guy again, telling him to hurry up and throw down the torch, and watched the scroll carefully.

There weren't any wolves around anymore, all feeding over there.

Moreover, he found that he could actually see the wolf's notes on the scroll as well.

[Northern Gray Wolf

[Comprehensive combat power: 3 (the highest wolf over there is 5)

[Characteristics: 1. wolf pack lv2 (When surrounded by companions to cooperate, each additional one, combat power +1, up to +3. and dare to challenge more powerful enemies. This characteristic can evolve into 'fierce wolf pack') 2. toughness lv1 (physical strength +5) 3. bloodthirsty (will not retreat because of heavy trauma and fear, nor will it reduce combat power)]

The body structure of this beast, which was born to hunt and kill, is dominated by red muscles. And the bones are more dense than humans. They have great endurance, it is difficult to feel tired, and have a strong resistance to hitting ability, the same physique of human empty-handed fighting with wolves, in the first minute the chance of victory is 20%, more than five minutes will certainly die.

George's pupils shrank slightly, and there was more awareness of the danger of these wolves.

They would definitely be the biggest threat to the asylum, if at night, not found these things in advance. I'm afraid that I wouldn't even have the chance to chant the hymn before I would die in the mouth of the wolves that suddenly sprang out of the fog.

''But for the wolves, they have enough food for today, and they should not break into the shelter tonight... Alexander's strength, too, seems to be more than ten times my physical combat power. c-level combat power doesn't know exactly what it is, but the outburst seems to be far beyond my imagination...'

Another look at the level of danger, surprisingly from [in danger], became [in danger].

After seeing these words, George exhaled a deep breath. Also basically able to guess, that the guys inside the monastery, in the end what is it.

"Come on, Alexander. Let me help you with the wound."

"No, chief, you treat your hand first!" Alexander said with concern.

"My hand? Oh, yes, of course, my hand should be healed too... Well, that, Alexander, you don't have to worry, just put my hand on top of your wound in a moment, and we will both be healed in the midst of the hymn of truth." George said extremely serious.

How many people understand the mysterious twists and turns of wizards and priests? Not to mention the illiterate ones...

This time George did not directly chant the hymn, because Alexander's body wounds are a bit more, or need a little treatment. Especially the sand and other dirty things stuck on it. If the wound suddenly healed, it will go wrong.

Before George set out, in the two people in the bag are prepared a lot of things, including hot water. Although it was already cold, but it was clean.

After rinsing, the wounds on Alexander's body gradually began to recover under the effect of the True Word hymn. However, because the wounds are more, and some deeper, you can say that the muscle turned out a large chunk. So the effect is not as good as the one on George. But is completely stop bleeding, and some healing.

The most crucial thing is that there will be no infection and pus, and there will be no after-effects like decay.

I remember that some herbs are also able to prevent infection and contain decay. I'll have to collect some in the future. It's not good to always count on the holy song of truth. In times like this, a small wound that's not treated properly can lead to amputation or even death!'

Drank some water and looked at the scrolls again. Found that those wolves had scattered, and [Dangerous] had surprisingly turned into [Risky].

''The danger level has been lowered a bit more, which is probably because those wolves are full.''

By this time, the sun was about to set on the other side, and it was estimated that it would be dark in another two hours.

The territory of the shelter is not big, it is just equivalent to a small village or town. So there was still plenty of time.

Alexander was wounded, continuous combat is definitely not good, but George still decided to go to the abandoned monastery first.

He had some ideas and was very curious about there. There would definitely be some enemies there, but he felt that there might be no need to fight and things would work out.

The monastery was on a small hill in the middle of the woodlands, not far from here. After gathering their things, the two of them quickened their pace, and after stepping into that hill, they traveled for another ten minutes or so before they saw a vineyard.

'This vineyard, which has been run by the monks and the faithful, is a truly exceptional field... Unfortunately, not only is it full of weeds, but most of the grape racks have fallen down.'' George couldn't help but sigh a little.

The vineyard in the fog was bleak and could tell that it was often patronized by wild boars.

As he passed through the area, Alexander found several traps. They seemed to be set specifically to catch small boars, deer, and rabbits. The traps were somewhat rudimentary, but they were very professional, like from the hands of old hunters. However, these are aimed at beasts, but are able to be easily discovered.

There were also some traps that were stealthily laid out on certain stepped out roads - a large pit covered by weeds and tree branches. If not for some rotting meat placed on it. The two were almost trapped.

''This is for those zombies with cunning wolves.'' Looking at the insidious trap, George's heart palpitated. But a stone in his heart fell to the ground.

The most crucial thing was that there was no stench of sulfur or anything like that around here.

After bypassing the trap, the two no longer walk on the road, picking those covered with thorns, without any human traces of passing places to march. In a short time, they finally climbed up the slope of the small pine forest, and not far from the spire of the monastery, then exposed in the pines, in the hazy fog faintly visible.

George did not let Alexander rush past.

"Chief, didn't you say we had to go back before dark?" Alexander asked in a low voice.

George shook his head.

These enemies were somewhat cunning and could not be rushed. Although with Alexander's strength, two people, even if they go in recklessly, they can kill indiscriminately and wipe out the enemy. But it would be a bit of a pity...

He said, "No need now, if the immediate matter is taken care of, it does not matter if we go back late." He looked at the scroll and added, "And as long as there are many of us, even if we walk at night, those well-fed wolves won't come to mess with us."

"There are many people?"

"Well." George nodded, hooked a hand to Alexander, lying in his ear and said, "In a moment, you do this..."

It was getting dark, and the abbey in the distance was completely shrouded in mist.

George took a look at the scroll to make sure that the red dots inside had all been around, patted the back of Alexander's head, called up the guy who had fallen asleep and walked to the monastery.

This monastery is very small, and some places have collapsed, but used to shelter from the wind and rain is no problem. In the open space on both sides of the abbey there are still some pumpkins, weeds are not much, served quite well, but they all grow crooked, should be related to pollution and lack of fertilizer.

In addition, the abbey front not far from the face also piled up some miscellaneous goods and grass, the overall look like a refugee camp.

The gate was closed and could tell that the door should have been patched a few times, which made George nod because it looked like the people inside seemed to be somewhat crafty and hardworking. Not the kind of lazy foolish people who completely muddle through.

Alexander kicked the door, however, this time it seems that because the back of the door was some large stones or logs or something against the relationship, not directly opened inward, but under his strange force, directly collapsed!

The doorway fell in a heap of dust and debris.