Seeing this, Mirai hurriedly reached behind his back to feel around, several beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
Spread his knees apart!
Mirai cursed fiercely in his heart. He remembered that he had already handed the crossbow over to the dwarf Moffat for modification.
"Uncle Jack, there's no crossbow!" Mirai delivered this unfortunate news to Jack as he slowly brought the carriage to a stop.
There were several magical wolves ahead of the carriage. Jack knew there was no use trying to rush through them. Magical wolves possessed soul power that ordinary horses lacked. They could easily tear through a horse's flesh and hide with their sharp claws.
"Then, Young Master, I hope your magic can be useful at the critical moment!"
After saying this to Mirai, Jack jumped down from the carriage. By the time he reached its front, the wolf pack had gradually gathered around him.
Bang! Bang!
Jack struck the shield in his left hand with the sword in his right, trying to draw the wolves' attention with the sound.
"These damned beasts! Young Master Mirai, be careful!" Jack discovered that while most of the magical wolves had been drawn to him, three still circled around him and approached the carriage.
The magical wolves might have been relying on their numerical advantage. After one of them let out a howl, several wolves that had already surrounded Jack charged into the encirclement.
Although Jack's leg injury had healed, he did not choose to move. Instead, he stayed where he was.
As the wolves charged, Jack raised his shield as high as possible. He held a longsword in his right hand, trembling slightly with nervousness. He was not afraid for himself, but worried about Young Master Mirai on the carriage.
As an old soldier, Jack had ample combat