Hugh Wolf stood behind his retainers, like a wolf king driving his pack.
The bronze daggers in the hands of the tribe's warriors were more alarming than a wolf's fangs.
And they also had an absolute numerical advantage.
But the veterans Jon brought with him showed their fearless nature.
One by one, they drew their swords and stood in front of Jon, even though they had no protection on their bodies.
"Elder Hughwolf, you, what are you doing!"
Harken, who was nearby, also entered a fighting stance, but he quickly realized that Hugh Wolf and his group's target was not him, but Jon and the others.
Hugh Wolf ignored Sola and said, "Harken, Sola! We are all from the Painted Dog Tribe, so I naturally won't coerce you. Today, Jon only has two choices: either climb up, or die!"
"No!" Sola once again stood in front of Jon. "Whether he comes or goes, that's his choice. You can't do this!"
As a girl, Sola's martial arts wouldn't be very high.
But at this moment, she displayed the agility of a leopardess.
She instantly blocked Jon's path.
Old Yorek, who was nearby, saw this scene and was somewhat moved.
Even some knights who prided themselves on their loyalty and bravery couldn't do what she did, repeatedly shielding someone she had only known for a few days.
On the other side, Harken's eyes showed a faint despair at such a scene.
"Hmph, foolish girl," Hugh Wolf whispered, then looked at Harken: "Harken, you've seen it, this girl doesn't even have you in her eyes. Come over here, and we'll take this boy down together.
If you really want her, hehe, you can have her here, I'll pretend I didn't see anything!"
Listening to Hugh Wolf's words, Sola found it hard to imagine that this person was an Elder of the Painted Dog Tribe who stood with her father.
Her blue eyes showed shock and anger, and her chest heaved, appearing exceptionally agitated.
Harken, who was standing still, looked at Jon, then at Sola standing in front of him, and finally at Hugh Wolf and the others.
He frowned and finally moved his feet, walking towards Hugh Wolf's direction.
"Haha, that's right, what you get in your mouth is real.
Harken, you don't know how many good girls in the tribe consider you their darling, but unfortunately, you only have eyes for this foolish girl, Sola."
Seeing a fierce general join his side, Hugh Wolf was overjoyed.
It was obvious that as long as Hugh Wolf really had Sola, and then killed her, this guy would completely become his person.
"Harken..."
Seeing Harken walk towards Hugh Wolf, Sola could hardly believe her eyes, but was quickly replaced by anger.
Just as everyone was preparing to fight, an unexpected change occurred!
"Ah----"
Harken pulled out a short knife and stabbed it straight into Hugh Wolf's lower back!
Hugh Wolf, who was attacked, cried out in pain, looking at Harken with shock and anger.
His eyes were filled with confusion and fury; he truly couldn't understand how this person could be so infatuated.
However, strangely, not much blood oozed from where Hugh Wolf was stabbed.
He suddenly jumped back, and the other warriors who had been pointing their weapons at Jon began to surround Harken.
Although Harken's martial arts were good, in this narrow environment, there was no space for him to dodge, and in the blink of an eye, several bloody wounds appeared on his body.
Jon no longer hesitated, drew his sword, and with a low roar, joined the battle.
And seeing Jon also launch an attack, Hugh Wolf didn't pay it any mind, but directly ordered his subordinates to take out the fishing nets they had prepared earlier.
It was true that Jon's martial arts were formidable, but he had no armor on, and his side had a numerical advantage.
This fishing net made of tanned animal hide was prepared for him.
The space here was small, so Jon couldn't run at all.
"Jon, be careful!"
"My Lord, be careful!"
Sola and Old Yorek both shouted warnings.
But Jon was not flustered. He looked around, suddenly jumped up, and stepping on a nearby stone, flipped directly behind the tribal warriors.
The tribal warriors holding the fishing nets only felt a shadow pass over their heads, and then sword light flashed, blood spurted from the necks of three people, and they fell instantly.
The remaining people still holding the fishing nets couldn't turn around, so they quickly threw down the nets and turned to confront.
"Charge!"
Seeing Jon easily resolve the crisis, Old Yorek and the other veterans were greatly encouraged.
Everyone joined the fight with longswords.
Sola also wanted to go, but Old Yorek held her back.
Hugh Wolf, hiding behind the crowd, immediately felt anxious.
The situation, which was supposed to be a sure win, had become a stalemate.
Jon's martial arts exceeded his imagination.
For Jon himself, these leather armors were like paper, and he could precisely attack the exposed vital points of his opponents.
The space here was narrow, making it difficult to maneuver, but it also meant that Jon would not be attacked by too many people at once.
And his sword was even faster than lightning!
And those veterans, they were simply a group of monsters!
He personally saw an old man with half his teeth missing gripping the hilt of a knife that had been plunged into his own abdomen, then driving the dagger into the enemy's neck!
This one-for-one fighting style made the remaining people's scalps tingle.
However, after just a few rounds, Hugh Wolf's numerical advantage was completely gone.
Harken, who had been struggling, immediately felt the pressure greatly reduced, seized the opportunity, and plunged his sword into the chest of Hugh Wolf's son.
Hugh Wolf's face turned pale when he saw his son injured.
At the same time, Jon flew with a kick, simultaneously sending two of Hugh Wolf's warriors off the cliff.
Hugh Wolf, who originally had more than a dozen people around him, was left with only four in the blink of an eye!
Those tribal warriors also lost the will to continue fighting.
Jon's sword made them feel despair.
"Jon, I, I didn't really mean to kill you, and I didn't mean to harm you, I promise!"
Seeing himself at a disadvantage, Hugh Wolf repeatedly begged for mercy, while slowly moving his feet backward, intending to escape.
At this moment, Jon came to Sola's side and whispered, Sola nodded and stepped forward, saying:
"I know you were all coerced by Elder Hughwolf. Now put down your weapons, and I will explain everything to my father."
Seeing Sola say this, the tribal warriors lost the will to continue fighting.
And Hugh Wolf, seeing this, visibly became flustered. Harken, with quick eyes and hands, pulled him out from behind the few warriors and knelt him to the ground.
Hugh Wolf's scheme was completely defeated.
"Sola, spare me, Sola, please, when you were little, when you were little, I even held you!"
Hugh Wolf cried and begged for mercy, as if the person who had just incited Harken to assault Sola was someone else.
And seeing him beg for mercy, Sola looked at him like a bug.
Just then, Harken, due to excessive blood loss, became weak, swaying and almost falling down.
Hugh Wolf took the opportunity to flip over and tried to hold Harken hostage.
But Jon's movements were faster; he swung out his longsword, directly cutting off one of Hugh Wolf's hands.
"My hand! My hand!" Hugh Wolf cried out in pain, clutching his profusely bleeding wrist.
Old Yorek immediately stepped forward and restrained him.
Sola quickly came to Harken's side to bandage him, her light blue eyes filled with tears.
"Harken, Harken, don't die, boo hoo hoo, Harken..."
Harken looked at this girl who usually avoided him, now worried about him, and bravely asked the question in his heart:
"Sola, why won't you accept me? Why are you so kind to Jon as soon as he arrives? Why is this...?"