The black and white snake shook its head, coldly scanning the entire area: the Indian man in the wooden cage, the wolf guarding the wooden house, and a family of five in the tree.
The Indian was closest to the black and white snakes. One of the snakes struck first, swiftly inserting its upper body into the wooden cage.
It was fast, but the Indian was even faster, grabbing the snake's head in one swift motion. The sticky tips of its tongue were just inches away from the Indian's nose.
Another snake attacked Ah San. The snake was slippery and very strong. Ah San's skills were limited, and he was already struggling to control one snake. He had no strength left to subdue another snake.
The black and white snake is highly venomous; a bite from it is almost fatal, if not immediately.
The Indian man was in despair, closed his eyes, and waited for death to come.
With a soft thud, the snake's body slammed into the wooden beam.
After waiting a while, the expected stinging pain didn't come. Ah San opened his eyes and saw another snake slamming heavily at his feet, twitching a few times before going still.
Without a second thought, he flipped his hand and pinned the snake he had caught onto the wooden beam, then thrust the wooden splinter three inches below the snake's head.
He thrust with considerable force; a small wooden splinter managed to pin a 3-4 meter long snake to a gap in the wooden beam.
Before Ah San could catch his breath, another snake attacked. The wooden cage was too small, and Ah San couldn't dodge in time. He watched helplessly as two small tongues loomed large in front of him, their venomous fangs ready to bite through his throat at any moment.
Is there no escape? The Indian was desperate.
With a thud, the snake's head slammed weakly against his leg, stuck out its tongue, and lay still.
One after another, Ah San realized something was wrong. He killed one snake, but there were a total of four dead snakes in the cage.
Looking outside the wooden cage, the battle between the snakes and wolves had entered a fierce stage.
Both pairs were badly injured. The snake and wolf corpses lay intertwined. The wolf's wounds were black, and the snake had died a terrible death, with its hind half bitten off.
The remaining two pairs, one bit the wolf's back, the wolf's claws pressing down on the snake's tail, and then it went up and bit it.
The other wolf was less fortunate; it was poisoned in the leg, and the toxin spread rapidly, leaving half of its body immobile. It limped around in circles, clearly on the verge of death.
The gaze fell upon the wooden house, where a family perched on a tree branch watched the battle between snakes and wolves below with cold indifference.
Five dead snakes lay under the tree. Ah San examined them closely, but there was no blood.
Looking at the dead snakes in the cage, apart from the one he killed, the other three had no wounds on them.
The Indian was confused. They saved him? How did they save him?
A green light flickered, and dozens of wolves appeared, surrounding a silver-white wolf.
My arch-enemy is still alive!
The silver wolf hesitated to put its front paw down, as if it couldn't believe what it was seeing.
Ah San lunged towards the silver wolf, letting out a low growl.
It's a demonstration, but also a way of saying, "Come on, come on, if you can't kill me, I'll kill you!"
The silver wolf shook its head, its eyes filled with disdain. "A caged beast, yet it dares to bare its teeth at this wolf king."
"Awooo... Awooo... Awooo... Awooo..." the silver wolf issued the command.
Dozens of wolves surrounded the wooden cage. They moved slowly, but their presence created a strong sense of oppression.
The family in the tree was ignored by the silver wolf; its most valued enemy was the one in the cage.
Ah San pulled out the splinter, his eyes red, and stared intently at the wolves that had gathered around him.
One wolf assumed an attack stance and growled, and dozens of wolves followed suit in unison, as orderly as soldiers attacking an enemy army.
The commotion at the wooden house alerted the people on the cargo ship, and long-beam spotlights swept across the sea, shining directly towards them.
The light aroused the wolves, and after a brief commotion, they howled at the cargo ship in both long and short bursts.
It's like saying, mind your own business. If you dare to meddle, we'll tear you all apart.
The silver wolf glanced coldly at the cargo ship and urged it on.
The wolves attacked the wooden cage in unison. Some gnawed at it, some rammed it with their bare hands, and others stretched their sharp claws toward the Indian man inside.
Ouch... The claw was stabbed, and specks of blood splattered.
The Indian man managed to stab a wolf, but he was no match for the wolf's claws coming from all directions.
Several bloody cuts were torn from his body by sharp wolf claws, causing Ah San to tremble in pain and his eyes to bleed with hatred.
He hated the silver wolf, the wolves that attacked him, and even more so the family of three who had locked him in the cage.
Awooo... Awooo... Awooo... The Indian roared repeatedly, his wooden spikes flying out in all directions without any strategy.
The wolves fell one after another, and the wolves behind them rushed forward, collapsing in circles before they could even get close to the wooden cage.
The wolves, their wild instincts fully unleashed, noticed nothing amiss and blamed their companions for being useless, since so many wolves hadn't managed to kill the Indian. They pounced on him with their mouths wide open.
Thump, thump, one after another they crashed to the ground, twitching and motionless.
Some of the clever ones sensed something was wrong and hesitated to move forward, but were rushed by the wolves behind them and stumbled to the wooden cage. A sharp pain shot through their heads, their vision went black, and they collapsed limply onto their companions.
In the blink of an eye, more than twenty wolves died.
The silver wolf's fur stood on end as it warily looked around, its four hooves pacing restlessly in place.
The Indian man swung his wooden spikes, but missed the wolves, which then fell to the ground one after another.
He was stunned. It was...it was him? How did he do it?
In the midst of the stunned silence, several more wolves convulsed and breathed their last.
My first glance was at the family in the tree branch. The man had a cold look on his face, and the little boy had his arms crossed, glaring at him impatiently, as if he was angry that he had attracted the wolf and disturbed his sleep.
The woman... the woman was smiling at him. Ah San stared blankly at the woman; she was actually smiling at him!
The woman gestured to him, and Ah San looked in the direction she was pointing.
His nemesis, the Silver Wolf, is anxiously searching for enemies lurking in the shadows.
Ah San's pupils widened in surprise. He saw the silver-white wolf take a few steps forward with its four hooves wobbling, then swayed and crashed heavily to the ground. It kicked its legs and then stopped moving.
The companions guarding the silver wolf scattered in a panic, letting out a few cries of confusion, not understanding what had happened.
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