Chapter 1730: Panic

"Why did he take the arrows away?"

"How would I know?"

"However, with him taking the arrows, this Fierce Bow is effectively useless; we will have no weapons to use against the fierce beasts we encounter next."

The arrows for the Fierce Bow were taken by Nashadier, and the long spear had already been snapped by Nashadier.

There were no weapons left to use...

At this moment, the group that had almost caught up also slowed their pace; ahead of them, they would face the first wave of fierce beasts on this track.

Without weapons, the group did not dare to advance rashly.

Although speed is one of the keys to winning this competition.

Speed is not the deciding factor; if one gets injured or ends up being swallowed by fierce beasts when encountering them, then one will never again have a chance at the winner's throne.

Especially now that there are no

After Henry saw that the arrows for the Fierce Bow had been taken by Nashadier, he was stunned at first, but just as everyone else slowed their pace, Henry accelerated.

The group was stunned, not expecting Henry to actually rush up and compete with Nashadier in speed.

Henry was mounted on a purebred Arabian Warhorse; if it were purely a contest of speed, it would not necessarily lose to the Big Black Horse Nashadier was riding.

"Is Henry crazy? He doesn't even know what kind of fierce beasts are ahead, yet he just rushes up like that?"

"Hmph, he and that outsider are courting death; even if they tamed the most ferocious warhorse of our tribe, they couldn't possibly make it through."

"That place is home to the king of this Grassland, the Wolf Pack; if they rush in like that, they are destined to be torn to shreds by those hungry wolves."

Ahead lay the Wolf Pack; they are the natural enemy of horses.

Charging in alone, one would absolutely be torn to shreds by these wolves.

The group huddled together and slowed their pace, preparing to pass through the Wolf Pack together; for them, without weapons, this was indeed the best choice.

And at this time, after a bout of competition, Nashadier and Henry had already approached the Wolf Pack.

Their eerie eyes emitted a chilling green light.

The Wolf Pack saw the two horses galloping from afar and caught the scent of prey; a tearing, low growl emanated from their throats.

Nashadier was fearless; he glanced at Henry, who had caught up, and smiled faintly: "You don't group up with them to get past the Wolf Pack, yet you dare to chase after me?"

Henry gave a cold laugh: "Nashadier, I have already seen through your tricks."

"You won't let us get any weapons, right?"

Nashadier was stunned, then immediately laughed, saying lightly: "I didn't expect you to figure that out?"

"Speed is my advantage; I will absolutely not let others obtain weapons that could threaten me. You are right about that."

Henry asked: "Without weapons, you will face the same dangers as me. These are just the Wolf Pack; there might be even more terrifying beasts later. Are you sure you can deal with them without weapons?"

Nashadier did not answer this question. The two of them had already entered the territory of the Wolf Pack. He said to Henry: "Instead of worrying about that, you had better think about how to get past the Wolf Pack first."

Henry looked around; the surroundings were already filled with vicious wolves, and they were surrounding him and Nashadier.

Henry's eyes turned cold, and he accelerated fiercely; he was going to use his warhorse to break through the surrounding Wolf Pack.

The Arabian Warhorse is a hot-blooded horse; Henry had trained this horse of his to fear no danger whatsoever, even when encountering their natural enemy, the Wolf Pack.

Henry charged in front at a very high speed; at this moment, the Wolf Pack swarmed up.

Henry's warhorse rammed into the Wolf Pack, and the powerful impact did indeed send many vicious wolves flying.

But this also caused the warhorse to suffer great harm, as countless vicious wolves swarmed in, tearing at this warhorse.

Henry's warhorse suffered great damage, and he himself was also injured during the

struggle with the vicious wolves.

Henry gritted his teeth and pulled on the reins, attempting to make the warhorse break free from these vicious wolves.

But being surrounded by the vicious wolves, such measures had little effect.

And just as Henry and his warhorse were about to be swallowed by the Wolf Pack, a massive black figure streaked across the starry sky.

A giant iron hoof slammed down, instantly crushing two vicious wolves to death.

Nashadier looked at the disheveled Henry and smiled faintly: "Henry, a Warrior relies on their brain; you cannot conquer a Wolf Pack just by relying on so-called bravery."

After saying this, Nashadier immediately pulled the reins, and the Big Black Horse neighed, its roar piercing the heavens.

The appearance of the Big Black Horse seemed to make these vicious wolves feel a formidable enemy.

The fur on these vicious wolves stood on end, and they bared their fangs, but they all watched the Big Black Horse and Nashadier with low growls; neither side moved.

Nashadier scanned them; there were about fifteen wolves, blocking him on all sides and sealing off his retreat.

If he moved, these vicious wolves would certainly attack in a group, just like they did to Henry. Although the Big Black Horse possessed a larger and stronger body than Henry's warhorse.

It would not necessarily be able to break free when facing the tearing of a dozen wolves.

Nashadier flicked the reins, and the hooves of the Big Black Horse struck the ground, emitting a heavy sound.

The Wolf Pack also let out low growls, seemingly calling for companions to guard against a sudden attack from this prey.

At this very instant, Nashadier suddenly whipped the horse, and the Big Black Horse shot out like a Bullet.

The vicious wolves also moved in that same instant.

Just as the Big Black Horse approached the vicious wolves, it suddenly raised its iron hoof and brought it down with a boom.

But this strike was not to attack the Wolf Pack; instead, it stepped on the ground, its hind legs exerted sudden force, and its massive body twisted its forward direction.

The Big Black Horse's side slammed into a vicious wolf, and after knocking one away, a brief gap appeared in the encirclement.

The Big Black Horse faced only one vicious wolf head-on; Nashadier immediately whipped the horse, and the Big Black Horse suddenly increased its speed, slamming head-on into this vicious wolf.

This vicious wolf was sent flying, and the remaining vicious wolves did not have time to adjust the encirclement.

Nashadier and the Big Black Horse completely broke out of the encirclement, and the remaining vicious wolves did not continue to chase this prey; the area ahead no longer belonged to their territory.

And Henry, who had just been besieged by the Wolf Pack, had also recovered some strength by now; during the moment Nashadier was entangled with the vicious wolves, Henry had long since left.

When the group's horse troop arrived and saw the injured Wolf Pack and the blood on the ground, but did not see the corpses of Henry and Nashadier, they were stunned.

An impossible answer was ready to emerge.

"They two wouldn't have charged out of the Wolf Pack, would they?"

The crowd was full of questions; although they knew it was impossible, there was no explanation more reasonable than this.

They looked at these dozen or so wolves, while their War Horses numbered over twenty.

But they had no weapons in their hands, and panic began to rise in their hearts, even though a War Horse might not necessarily be harmed by a vicious wolf in a one-on-one fight.

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