"Um?!"

A wolf-headed man with three scars on his face stepped on the "water", and the experienced wolf-headed warrior immediately discovered the problem.

"Is this oil? Stay back!"

He glanced ahead and felt very unwilling.

It was just a little bit close. Whether it was the carriage or the man they were chasing, they would be able to stop them all in just a few moments.

However, the human boy in front of him who had been harassing them with bows and arrows gave him a great sense of crisis.

Because the arrow in the human's hand was burning, the wolf-headed man who had a premonition of something bad immediately let out a warning roar.

"Oh, the response is pretty quick."

Seeing that Heimer had stepped out of the oil beach, the boy fired the rocket in his hand.

The arrowhead of this rocket was dipped in oil and then ignited with a flint. The oil on the ground combined with the arrowhead caused a fire.

The erected flames formed a wall of fire, and both the wolf-headed man and the group of wild wolves who were not afraid of death were stunned. For a while, no one dared to take another step.

The flames filled with high temperature inspired their most primitive fears.

At the moment when the pursuers retreated, Heimer also ran to the back of the car.

The boy and the girl reached out to him at the same time and pulled Heimer into the car.

"Zerf! Let 'Lightning' run as fast as he can."

"Okay! Has Heimer been rescued?"

"Yes."

Now that the goal has been achieved, there is no need to waste time with those wolf-headed men.

Zeref waved the horse's reins, and the reins hit the horse's back, and the "lightning"'s originally suppressed speed burst out due to the pain stimulation.

"I can't catch up... Lord Nursha, they ran away."

Looking at the carriage that had pushed them far away, the wolf-headed man who had just cleared the wall of fire was helpless.

"It's okay, I already know who the person we need to find is."

Nursha, this fearsome giant wolf slowly walked from the back of the queue.

"Do you know the murderers of your brothers? Are they those people?"

The wolf-headed man with only three scars asked Nursha respectfully.

"Yes, I have not forgotten the face of that human girl. Apparently they came from that village."

Nursha could see everything just now clearly, and he memorized the faces of the people in the car.

"But now they have run away, what should we do?"

"Run away? Where could they run to?"

Nursha smiled contemptuously, knowing exactly where this group of people would end up.

Just like a rabbit that has been driven out of its hole can only desperately find a nest to hide in, a good hunter can always wait for his prey to fall into the trap in front of the right rabbit hole.

Nursha waved his hand and left with his minions. Only the wolf corpses were left on the road.
Chapter completed!