Chapter 003 Hero, Save Me
Weiss did not turn his head, nor did he dare to do so, but he knew that the dangers in the other three directions were certainly no less.
After a suffocating silence, a distant voice came from the hillside: "Who are you?"
If this were a virtual reality game, words like "Kill +1" and "Experience +5" would likely pop up above Weiss's head, and he might even be bathed in holy light as he leveled up. However, none of this happened. As Weiss felt a sense of relief, he momentarily lost focus and was choked by the lingering smoke, causing him to cough. When he regained his senses and looked to check on the white wolf, he found that it had already rolled and crawled away for more than ten meters, leaving him no time to take another shot.
Damn it! Do I have to strip down to prove myself? Wei Si was furious; if this continued, he would end up collapsing before dawn!
A few meters away, a white wolf, its size comparable to that of a lion, suddenly came to a halt. It bared its teeth and glared at Weiss, its expression particularly fierce.
Even if one surpasses oneself and reaches the realm of a master archer, is it ultimately still impossible to escape a calamity
Under the reflection of the pristine white snow, the brightness of the flare was particularly dazzling. Weiss turned and ran several steps before his eyes readjusted to the environment. Upon this glance, his heart nearly leaped out of his throat: to the left, about ten to twenty meters away, stood three white wolves; to the right, within thirty meters, there were four more; and slightly farther ahead, there were another two...! In total, there were a full nine wolves blocking his path to survival!
The white wolf before me glared with fierce eyes, its fangs bared, continuously emitting a low growl from its throat. On either side, two similarly sized wolves approached slowly, their posture suggesting they could pounce at any moment
A sound completely different from that of shotgun fire came from the hillside. Weiss first saw the white wolf closest to him on the left front being hit by a bullet. The back and abdomen on the left side instantly vanished, and a massive, gory wound appeared on its robust body, with bits of flesh and bone splattering onto the snow-covered ground within a radius of several meters
More than forty minutes later, Weiss stood on a low snow mound, panting heavily, with a dead white wolf at his feet. Its size was comparable to that of an adult male lion—possibly even larger. Its head resembled that of a Samoyed, but the two rows of thick, sharp fangs made it appear devoid of any endearing qualities.
Weiss complained inwardly, yet helplessly complied with the request.
If one must die, let it be as a well-fed ghost
Weiss felt a sense of despair, yet he did not resign himself to inaction. Instead, he continued to move forward in the direction indicated by the compass, always holding onto a glimmer of hope in his heart: with each step taken, he was one step closer to the supply point
After a moment, that voice said again: "Then you say three times 'Hohenstaufen IV is nonsense'"
Weiss touched the ice pick at his waist, then looked down at the white wolf beneath him. Facing such a robust and agile beast with just an ice pick, he might have a chance in a one-on-one confrontation, but in a multiple encounter, the outcome would surely be him torn to pieces and devoured!
Did the journey in the novice village end in failure like this? Where did the unnoticed mistakes occur, or was it due to insufficient performance
Weisi quickly closed his eyes, and at that moment, he was surprised to see a vast expanse of white before him, which once again gave him the illusion of being in paradise. Immediately after, someone shouted, "Turn around! Run!" Without a moment's hesitation, he opened his eyes, held his gun, turned around, and ran with all his might
Looking around in all directions, the pack of wolves continues to observe.
The new torch was lit, and Weiss waved it around. Wow! Two white wolves had actually approached to within three or four meters of him!
The entire family of Hohenstaufen IV is nothing but nonsense
Estimating that the makeshift torch was about to extinguish, Weiss took a swift step forward, leaping onto a rock over half a meter high. He tucked the hunting rifle under his right arm, and with his left hand, he struck the ice axe against the ground to shake off the nearly burnt-out rags. Then, he tore off the remnants of the sleeping bag draped over him and wrapped them around the ice axe, quickly unscrewing the fuel canister. This time, he intended to reserve one-third of the fuel for later use, but upon seeing a white shadow approaching, he felt a surge of anxiety and poured all the fuel in without hesitation.
Dong da ... ... dong da. ... ... ... dong da ...
Weiss feigned a shot, intending to lure this fellow into using its evasion skill, and then blast its head off with another shot. Unfortunately, after using the same trick a few times, these cunning beasts had already prepared for it. The white wolf before him neither dodged nor retreated, but instead tensed its body and confronted Weiss.
Henry IV of Hohenstaufen is a complete disgrace
What?" Weiss exclaimed angrily, "This bare snowfield has no damn positions, only a pack of hungry beasts! You better hurry up, I only have one last bullet left! If you don't hurry, I'll become their meal!"
Fear of fire is an instinct inherent in the vast majority of wild animals. When confronted with a large, blazing flame approaching them, the white wolves on the snowy hill instinctively retreated—though they did not completely leave, they maintained a certain distance from their prey. Undoubtedly, Weiss's pace had significantly quickened compared to before
This plot is really intense and thrilling
Weiss let out a long sigh, as if these things no longer mattered
So unproactive? Fine, then just wait patiently for me!
What the hell, does the fourth Hohenstaufen mean anything to me, what does it have to do with me!
This homemade torch burned for approximately ten minutes. Weisi, without much thought, estimated how far he had walked during this time and observed cautiously as the flame at the tip of the ice pick gradually diminished. The cunning white wolves had indeed closed the distance between themselves and him once more, but they were not yet close enough to pounce immediately
How powerful this bullet is, no wonder the sound of the gun is particularly strong and forceful; it seems to be directly equipped with an anti-materiel weapon
The white wolves did not dare to approach, yet they still followed him closely, step by step
He brought the torch closer to the stove, and a large flame instantly surged up. Although it could only dispel the dimness in a small surrounding area, it filled Weiss's heart with warmth. At that moment, the meaning of survival outweighed everything else. He had no time to tidy up the stove and food; he simply stuffed the fuel canister and remnants of the sleeping bag into his backpack, grabbed the hunting rifle, and rushed towards the direction of hope.
This robust white wolf weighs at least 300 to 400 kilograms. After being struck, it was instantly sent flying more than half a meter. One could see a large patch of fur from its head to its shoulder change from white to black in an instant, then from black to red, and immediately afterward from red back to black
Weis took a step forward, and the white wolf closest to him on the right was also brought down by a bullet, making the scene even more bloody and brutal: the bullet entered through its rear shoulder, shattering not only its right front leg but also causing catastrophic damage to its cervical vertebrae. Its body immediately collapsed to the right, the remaining neck twisted backward, and its head hung limply on its belly
"How can you prove that you are not a spy for the Norman Empire?" A distant voice floated over.
Haha... the other party laughed and said, "Alright! This indeed proves that you are not a spy of the Norman Empire. We will come to rescue you right away. Listen carefully, you must hold your position for another 5 minutes, do you understand? Soldier!"
What a bunch of cunning beasts! Weiss cursed helplessly. He simply sat down and rummaged through all the food in his pockets and backpack. After walking for seven or eight hours and covering such a long distance, his stomach had been growling for quite some time.
Life has begun to emerge, yet Weiss dared not show the slightest negligence. Suddenly sensing danger approaching, he quickly dropped the ice pick, raised his shotgun with both hands, and abruptly turned around.
On the surrounding snow hills, there are already more than ten pairs of "floating" green eyes. No matter which direction he walks in, he will be caught in the encirclement of these beasts.
In the quiet night, the silence is repeatedly disturbed by the sound of a double-barreled shotgun. Sometimes there is a solitary shot, and at other times, there are double shots spaced two to three seconds apart
However, the white figures on the surrounding snow hills not only did not decrease, but rather their numbers continued to increase.
The flame at the front of the ice pick flickered twice and then extinguished
Hohenstaufen IV is nonsense
The second torch did not burn for a longer duration than the first. Weiss had been running for about ten minutes and felt that his physical stamina was nearing its limit. At that moment, he saw a flash of light on the hillside ahead. Upon closer inspection, he vaguely discerned a stone structure standing halfway up the mountain.
In the final bullet, Weiss did not dare to use it lightly, and with all his strength, he shouted: "Help! Is there anyone?"
What time is it, and you still dare to ask me who I am! At that moment, Wei Si felt a thousand grass mud horses galloping through his mind
He took out the small stove and, after a brief exploration, managed to ignite it. At the moment he saw the flames, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he quickly rummaged through his backpack to find two metal cans that appeared to be designed for holding liquid fuel, each with a capacity of approximately 0.5 liters.
Not wanting to respond, the other party said: "Congratulations, Mr. Traveler, your recent performance has passed our final test. Now, we will guide you with flares and signal lights; all you need to do is run towards us with all your strength, and do not worry about anything else, do you understand?"
"Help! ... Help! ..." Weiss shouted desperately.
However, the packaged rations and the paper-wrapped sausages were both cold and hard, and Wei Si struggled to chew down a few pieces. On the other hand, the strong liquor stored in the metal flask was quite potent; after just two sips, he felt warmth spread throughout his entire body
Before Weiss could respond with "Understood," a popping sound reminiscent of champagne being opened came from behind, followed by someone shouting "Close your eyes"
I am just a traveler! A traveler who has been attacked by a pack of wolves! Please save me!
At this critical moment that would determine victory or defeat, Weiss showed no hesitation. He supported the shotgun with his left arm and fired a shot at the nearest white wolf without directly aiming. It was likely due to the influence of the torchlight that this highly responsive beast failed to dodge in time. Moreover, Weiss had aimed low enough that when the gun barrel jumped, the shot of pellets hit the target perfectly.
Come on!" Weiss shouted while loading his weapon, "You sons of bitches, come up and give it a try! Come on!
At this moment, Weiss felt a bit regretful; if he had taken out the wine to drink earlier, he should have been able to walk faster, thus having a better chance of reaching that frustrating supply point
Weiss, illuminated by the firelight, clearly saw the writing above. This was indeed a substance for rekindling the stove, likely alcohol or kerosene, which should be suitable for making a torch.
If Weiss had hesitated for just a moment longer in his turning motion, that beast would have surely pounced on him from behind
With the hope of survival, Weiss immediately felt invigorated. He stuffed food into his mouth haphazardly while improvising on the spot, using a small knife to cut a large piece of fabric from his sleeping bag to wrap around the ice pick, then pouring a can of fuel over it. The pungent smell at this moment was simply more delightful than any new perfume!
Having completed the "Explosive Strike," the novice Weiss felt a surge of confidence. He roared, "Get out of the way!" and charged forward with great strides, brandishing a flaming torch in his hand.
Only two bullets left, and the day of my demise draws one step closer
Have you lost patience so soon? Could it be that the supply point is already within reach?