Along the road, Horn slid rapidly on the snow, bare trees on both sides swept by.

Not long after, he saw a scene in the distance - eight werewolf were besieging three humans, two of whom were wearing the leather armor of the patrol team in the Deer Antler Town, and the remaining one was dressed in the villagers.

They fought desperately against the rock wall, one of the soldiers had fallen to the ground, and the remaining two were in a very dangerous situation.

"Damn monster! Stop!"

Horn shouted loudly, intending to attract the attention of the gnolls and relieve the burden on both of them.

Sure enough, when he heard the roar from afar, both sides of the battle were stunned for a moment, and the two already desperate survivors felt hope again, while the werewolf separated and ran towards the uninvited guest.

The surviving patrol team took the time to look at the reinforcements and found that the reinforcements were an ordinary person who was unarmed, with only a black hunting dog. His heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley. He thought he was another young man with passion.

"Run quickly! Notify the security team! Yinye Village was attacked by a large number of werewolves!"

Big gnoll?!

Horn glanced around and found a few werewolf in front of him, and guessed in his heart that the large army of the werewolf did not follow him.

He quickly took off the wand at his waist and held it in his hand.

After entering the attack range of the lightning chain, he activated the lightning chain enchantment in the wand, and silver lightning shot out from the transparent crystal at the top of the wand.

Before the two werewolves could react, they were hit by the lightning chain and screamed in pain. The lightning chain kept jumping between the two, making their hair stand up and tremble.

When the lightning chain disappeared, two charred smoked zombies twitched and fell to the ground.

The snow spot suddenly accelerated and rushed to the front of Horn. The thick meat pad popped out of the sharp claws. The claws were covered with a layer of dark energy. It flashed between the two zombies, and the claws passed through the twitching zombies' throat.

Bright red blood spurted out, and the twitching werewolves suddenly lost their vitality.

Everyone who screamed and turned back was stunned. The human survivor was ecstatic, while the werewolf was frightened.

For thousands of years, most monsters who dared to challenge the authority of spellcasters died on the spot, and those who reproduced were the current conscious and their descendants.

The fear of the caster had already been deeply imprinted into their bone marrow, and the zombies reacted and turned around and ran away.

Horn glanced at the scattered zombie, without chasing, and slowed down and stopped in front of the survivor.

The two survivors looked a little miserable at this time. The leather armor on the patrol team members was ragged, and blood flowed out of the wound and dripped on the snow along the leather armor.

The villagers without protection were even worse. Not only were they injured in many parts of their bodies, but they were also stabbed on their thighs, and their pants were stained with blood. The wet pants were frozen hard in the cold winter wind.

But compared to the patrolmen who were lying in a pool of blood, they were lucky. At least until Horn arrived and survived successfully.

The two lost too much blood and looked pale. At this time, they lost their desperate mental support and almost unsteady.

Horn frowned: "Can you still leave?"

The patrol team members took a few breaths: "No problem, thank you for your support, otherwise I will be here today."

Horn accepted the gratitude of both of them with peace of mind.

The patrol team members sat on the snow, unbuttoned the iron buckle of the leather armor and exposed the wound, took a can of white medicine powder from the belt to apply it to the wound, and then took out a bandage from a waist bag to wrap it.

Horn nodded when he saw his skillful bandaging technique.

The Lujiao Town patrol team not only had to patrol the town, but also had to take shifts to inspect the surrounding villages. It was common for them to be injured, so they all carried powder, bandages and other supplies with them.

As for why you don’t bring medicine, it’s because medicine is a luxury for the professional class and not everyone can afford it.

After dealing with it for himself, the patrol team members planned to bandage the villagers beside him, but they were rejected. The villagers took the bandage and powder and bandaged them themselves.

Judging from his standard military bandaging techniques, Horn suddenly realized that the villagers were veterans.

The villagers sweated coldly throughout the whole process but didn't say a word. He gritted his teeth and treated the wound, with a blazing hatred burning in his eyes.

The snow-white powder was sprinkled on the wound of the flesh turning outwards. Horn felt pain when he looked at it, so he simply stopped looking.

He turned around to the corpse of the dead werewolf, pulled out his hunting knife and cut off the left ear of the werewolf, and after cutting one, there was another one.

Adult zombies are about the same height as humans. They have sharp teeth with canine teeth, arched backs and thick hair on their bodies.

Their combat power is comparable to that of veterans who have been through the battlefield, and their bounties are much more than goblins. One werewolf is worth eight goblins.

Without letting Horn wait for a long time, the veteran bandaged the wound.

With the idea of ​​a good person to do it to the end, he helped the injured veteran walk towards the town gate, asking what happened while walking.

"Those damn werewolf! They attacked my village at dawn!" The veteran gritted his teeth: "Before I got up, I rushed out when I heard the barking of dogs outside the house. I saw a zombie taller than the door opening the village door, and then a group of zombies rushed in."

"Higher than the door? Wouldn't that be more than two meters," Horn couldn't believe it: "Are you sure you read it right?"

"That's right, the leading gnoll is very strong. I saw it pulling the dog into two pieces with my own eyes. I escaped from the entire Yinye Village alone and was chased by the gnoll. If I hadn't encountered the patrol, I would have died."

As he said that, the veteran looked at the patrol team members with guilt: "It's a pity that two patrol warriors killed."

The patrol team members looked ashen and were silent for a long time: "It's not your fault."

The three of them were silent all the way. Not far from the town gate, the guards at the door discovered the situation and ran over to pick them up.

After something like this happened, Horn was not in the mood to continue practicing magic. He first came to the Adventurers Guild to collect the Areswolf bounty, and then came to the House of Drunkards.

When Dad Parker saw Horn entering the door, he put down his glass in surprise: "Oh! Brother Horn! Why did he come back so early today?"

Thanks to Papa Parker's loud voice, guests in the tavern noticed the return of Horn.

After living here for so long, Horn had already been familiar with everyone. He ignored everyone's gaze and said calmly: "It's nothing, it's just that he encountered a zombie tribe and solved them."

"Hahaha!"

The drinkers also had a good impression of Horn, the wizard master, and immediately burst into laughter.

"Let's give a cup of heroes together!"

I don’t know who took the lead in making fun of it, but the atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became warm.

Of course, no one took Horn's words seriously. These boring drunkards only need a reason to make a comeback.

Only Dad Parker sniffed and smelled the bloody smell of Horn, thinking.
Chapter completed!