Chapter 1255: Thoughtful Amosta

The sudden bang in her ears made Jasna's body freeze.

If she was an experienced Muggle hunter, she might be able to immediately identify it as the sound of a shotgun.

But as a wizard, Jasna was not so sensitive until a strong smell of gunpowder rushed into her nostrils.

The shotgun that was always hanging on the wall of the pine house and had never been used by old Enma flashed before her eyes.

problem occurs!
Jasna's heart trembled. She quickly pulled out the crutches from the car and jumped out of the car.

The environment outside the car surprised her a little.

She and the sled that saved her life were found in a snow pit about ten feet deep.

At some point, old Enma had turned the carriage around and dug a slope to get the sled out of the deep pit.

Old Enma and the sled dogs were not in the pit, but at the edge of the pit.

"Go back to the car."

Old Enma, standing at the top of the snow slope, did not look back at Jasna. He held his hunting rifle and looked at the outside with indifference, while the sled dogs lay on the ground with all four limbs, crawling slightly, showing their canine teeth.

"What are we surrounded by?"

After taking a few breaths, Jasna easily determined the general situation.

boom!
The sound of gunfire echoed in the quiet coniferous pine forest after the heavy snow, and the sound waves pushed down the snow piled on the nearby pine branches.

Woo, woo!

The wails of pain did not move old Enma, he quickly unloaded the bullet and reloaded.

Jasna gritted her teeth, leaned on her crutches, and limped up the snow slope.

Wolves!

This result was expected, but the number of wolves was unexpected.

There are almost forty of them!

This is already a very large wolf pack.

The gray-haired wolfhounds stared at them fiercely, their ice-blue eyes filled with primitive desire!
In front of Old Enma, two wolves had already fallen among the gorgeous blood flowers, but this did not scare the wolf pack.

The wild wolves scattered around the snow pit whimpered softly and slowly circled around the snow pit, looking for an opportunity to take advantage of!

The cold wind was still as sharp as a knife, cutting into Jasna's cheeks and causing pain on her skin.

But she had no time to pay attention to these questions. She was staring at an old wolf fifty feet away with murderous eyes.

call out!
The invisible blade cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound. This strange sound made the old wolf that she was targeting subconsciously crouch back. And this subconscious reaction prevented it from dying on the spot.

The sharp blade rolled across its back, leaving a series of blood flowers.

The old wolf immediately fell to the ground, struggling with his limbs and whimpering in pain.

Although he did not die immediately, the ending was already determined.

This incomprehensible scene obviously shocked the wolves greatly. The wild wolves circling around retreated more than ten feet in tacit understanding, staring at Jasna with fear.

However, they have no intention of giving up.

"Damn it--"

Jasna gritted her teeth, feeling angry.

At such a long distance, she couldn't guarantee the accuracy of her cutting spell. Moreover, the long distance also gave these beasts, who were extremely sensitive to danger, some room to dodge.

If her leg was not injured and she still had the wand in her hand, the wolves in front of her would not be enough to threaten her even if their number doubled.

But there is no if.

The current situation is that these ordinary predators do threaten the lives of her and old Enma!
Looking at the wolf pack that showed no intention of retreating, a sense of absurdity surged into Jasna's heart.

In her prime, killing a few werewolves was effortless for her, but after losing most of her magical powers, to these ordinary wolves, she was the same as Enma with her old shotgun, and they were both targets for hunting.

"Any ideas, Enma?"

Reluctance and guilt are useless. Jasna suppressed these emotions in her heart and tilted her head slightly to ask. "Wolves are very patient."

Old Enma said in a low voice.

Jasna nodded to show that she understood.

She understood what Old Enma meant. Don't expect to scare off the wolves, or to confront them until they lose patience.

Glancing around, she saw many of the wild wolves squatting on the snow, looking like they were determined to fight them for a long time.

However, they are animals after all and their wisdom is limited.

Although the wolves blocked all directions, because the wolves were too scattered, it was not a problem to break through from any direction with the help of his wandless cutting spell and old Enma's shotgun.

"Then us"

Jasna thought for a moment.

"Pull the sled up first?"

Old Enma gave a short, crisp whistle, and the sled dogs on guard behind them received the order and rushed into the snow pit from the snow slope in unison, each finding their own position and holding the reins.

"Go unload the car--"

Old Enma said again.

Jasna's lips moved slightly, and after a few breaths of silence, she nodded.

"Be careful, Enma--"

Jasna said, and then retreated into the snow pit step by step.

Without her and the sled dogs' deterrence, the wolves began to advance again.

These beasts, who are good at hunting, are very cunning and will not ignore the threat posed by Old Enma.

After approaching for a distance, they stopped again, hovering around in place. They seemed to be talking about other things, but in fact their attention was on Old Enma's hunting rifle. Once they found an opportunity, they would rush up without hesitation and tear Old Enma to pieces.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~
The biting cold wind blew continuously, creating snow tornadoes in the dense forest.

boom!
A crisp bang once again resounded through the gray-white coniferous pine forest. In the snow pit, Jasna, who was desperately unloading firewood and food from the car with the sled dogs, was startled.

She thought it was old Enma who fired the gun, but when she looked back, the black shotgun in Enma's hand was still silent, with no smoke rising.

"What's going on, Enma, did you shoot?"

Jasna asked in surprise.

Old Enma did not answer immediately. His eyes passed over the wolves. The wolves seemed to sense some danger. They stopped staring at him and turned their heads, looking uneasily towards the deeper forest hidden in the darkness.

"fine--"

The white film in old Enma's cloudy pupils disappeared a lot, revealing the silvery white in the center of the pupils, reflecting the figure that the wolves could not find. After a long time, he said,
"Hurry up, we're running out of time."

As soon as he appeared from nothingness, the chill that immediately came from all directions made Amosta shiver slightly.

Dozens of wild gazes coming from the front made his eyebrows move slightly, and then his figure disappeared in the white waves.

A wizard prisoner dressed as a Muggle, holding a shotgun.

A wanted wizard criminal.

One sled and eight sled dogs.

Surrounded by wolves.

After a long silence, Amosita turned his head and looked in one direction. In the distance, beyond his sight, there was a lot of Muggle scent.

Is that so?
Amosta withdrew his thoughtful gaze and stared at the Muggle who was holding a gun and confronting the wolf pack.

It seems that it was not his invitation letter that played a role, but the backup plan he left earlier that played a role at the critical moment.

Amosta read some information from the silver light that flashed in his eyes.

After a little thought, Amosta smiled slightly, then nodded, restrained his breath and read on quietly. (End of this chapter)