Chapter 23: Late Night Attack (Page 2/2)

As a person who knows the future history, Frank knows that this Sintra Massacre is just a prelude to the future Civil War.

In the years to come, more southerners and northerners will be thrown into the battlefield, and tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians will become sacrifices in this war and disappear in the long river of history.

The rolling trend cannot be stopped by anyone, and even the powerful Warlock Brotherhood will be completely lost in this war.

Just as the two people snuggled together by the campfire, using each other's body temperature to warm each other.

A special sound reached Frank's ears.

He pulled out his hands from Mrs. Wendy's chest, reached out to cover her with a blanket, looked in a direction behind him with a somewhat vigilant expression, and whispered:

"Mrs. Wendy, you should go back to the cave first."

"Someone is riding a horse towards us, and I'm not sure who the other person is."

Faced with this situation, Wendy behaved very obediently.

Without any hesitation, she nodded to Frank, immediately wrapped herself in a blanket, and trotted into the cave.

Frank picked up the iron sword beside the campfire with one hand, then drew a magic handprint in the air with his right hand, put a layer of Quen shield on himself, and picked up the crossbow on the other side with his left hand.

After getting the weapon, he did not relax his vigilance, but moved his feet and hid behind a stone.

The reason for being so cautious is that the demon hunter's keen hearing told Frank that the sound coming from the darkness was not just a horse. In addition to a clear sound of horse hooves, there were also many sounds of chasing closely behind. Although

Frank was inexperienced and could not tell what the sounds chasing it were, since those guys were running towards his campfire, he had to be prepared for the sake of caution. Soon

, after more than ten seconds, the sound of horse hooves and the sound of chasing footsteps were getting closer and closer. When they were about fifty meters apart, with the help of dark vision, Frank could see the situation in the distance.

A figure wearing a cloak was riding on a black horse and running wildly. Behind him was a group of wild dogs chasing the horses. There were many of them, about nine.

Seeing this, Frank frowned slightly, but he was relieved in his heart.

Wild dogs in the wilderness are not good people. They are hybrids of large dogs and wild wolves. They feed on carrion and small animals, move in groups, and cooperate very well.

These wild dogs generally live on the edge of human settlements and often attack lone travelers and livestock. They are more dangerous than wild wolves.

If you deal with one or two, it's okay. Ordinary adults can handle it with weapons.

However, once the number of these wild dogs reaches a certain scale, they will become very difficult to deal with. Ordinary one or two people are no match for the wild dog pack. There is a high probability that they will be gnawed to the bone.

It is necessary to organize a militia to eliminate these scourges.

Frank once took on the task of eliminating the wild dog pack in Sintra with his teacher.

What impressed him most was not how powerful wild dogs were, but how delicious dog meat was, especially dog ​​meat stewed in an iron pot with onions and garlic, which was even more delicious than mutton.

It was a happy time. He and his master ate dog meat every day, practiced swordsmanship, and hunted dogs.

It was one of the happiest times in his painful training career.