Waving torch

The leading man drew the large knife from his waist, the blade flashing a chilling light under the pale moonlight. He assumed a desperate posture, all the muscles in his body tensing. His eyes were locked onto the giant wolf's scarlet eyes, trying to capture even the slightest movement from the opponent, striving to be able to predict the opponent's actions in advance, not daring to have the slightest slack.

However, in the eyes of the giant wolf, the "prey" was like an insignificant ant. Even if there were a hundred or a thousand more, what difference would it make? It simply did not take the human in front of it seriously. What it saw was nothing more than a delicious meal about to be served.

Thus, the giant wolf struck first! It opened its mouth wide, used all its strength to fling, and threw out the corpse of the second man hanging on its fangs! The corpse drew a strange arc in the air, carrying a strong smell of blood, and crashed straight towards the leading man!

This sudden attack completely exceeded the man's expectations. He never expected that the giant wolf would launch an attack in this way, and even more so, he did not expect that his brother would become the giant wolf's weapon. That domineering power, wrapped around him and the second man's corpse, was like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, and slammed heavily on the boulder!

The man lay趴在地上, like a lifeless corpse, motionless, as if he had completely lost the ability to resist. The giant wolf slowly approached, its scarlet eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light, as if it was admiring the prey's final performance, enjoying this upcoming bloody feast. It walked to the man's side, its huge head slightly lowered, and its two sharp claws carefully picked up the man's body, lifted it to its nose, and sniffed carefully to confirm whether it was really dead.

Just at this critical moment, a large net suddenly fell from the sky, instantly covering the upper part of the giant wolf's head! This net was usually a tool they used for hunting. The edge of the net was inlaid with extremely sharp cones, which could fly out in all directions at the moment of ejection, opening the large net; the crisscrossing net lines were covered with tiny reverse serrations, which were difficult to escape once entangled. The giant wolf was caught off guard, its face was firmly trapped, it struggled in panic, its claws loosened, and the man's body instantly fell.

The man had been feigning death earlier, just betting his life to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and suddenly opened his eyes! He quickly turned over and returned to the ground. Ignoring the pain in his body, he picked up his second brother's cold corpse and said, choking with sobs: "Second brother, you have suffered. Big brother will take you home... I don't ask to be born on the same day, but I ask to die on the same day!" Hot tears could no longer be held back, and slipped from his cheeks.

After saying that, he nimbly carried his second brother's corpse on his back, and tied the two of them together tightly with a rope, as if they had never been separated. He picked up the burning torch on the ground with one hand, and carried the blood-stained long knife with the other. With all his strength, he ran wildly towards the direction of the camp... Behind him, was the giant wolf trapped in the net, roaring angrily.

"Swing the torch horizontally to indicate danger!" These words echoed in the man's ears, hitting his nerves. He held the torch high in his left hand, and swung it horizontally with all his might. The firelight drew a series of rapid arcs in the night, sending a warning of danger. His steps were still close and fast, without the slightest relaxation.

"Closer...closer...less than fifty steps away from the camp!" The man's heart was beating rapidly like a drum. The camp was already in sight, but the unease in his heart made him even more frightened. "Where is the campfire in the camp? Why is there no movement at all?" He anxiously looked around. The campfire that should have been burning brightly, at this moment only left boundless darkness and a suffocating silence, so quiet that it was creepy.

"Could it be...could it be that the camp also encountered misfortune?!" A terrible thought flashed through his mind. He could no longer care about anything else, and rushed into the camp. However, the scene in front of him made him even more desperate - his brothers were all gone! The horses they rode were all gone, leaving only an empty camp. In the pale moonlight, he found that around the tether pile behind the camp, there were pools of dark red liquid on the ground. He trembled and bent down, dipped a little with his finger, put it to his mouth... "It's blood!" He instantly understood something, and a huge grief and fear surged into his heart. Following the bloodstains, he looked not far away, and saw countless scattered limbs and pieces of flesh, and even some familiar pieces of clothing... At this moment, a cruel picture pieced together in his mind - the brothers in the camp and the horses were also brutally killed under the giant wolf's claws!