The Brar gray wolf was killed by the shadow. A trace of strange aura escaped from the hair on the surface of its body.
"This breath?" Enzo's eyes flashed.
He waved his hand, and the breath floating in the air immediately turned into a wisp of black mist and floated over. Under the restraint of magic, it condensed into a ball of black energy.
The body of the Brar gray wolf, which lost the energy of the black mist, soon began to decay, and a foul smell was faintly emitted from the gray hair, as if it were a rotten corpse that had been dead for a long time.
Enzo raised his head and looked into the darkness.
In the area on the edge of the camp, the Brar gray wolves had already attacked. One by one, the Brar gray wolves rushed into the camp and were penetrated by Drogo with a spear, but they still appeared fearless.
"Damn it, what's going on with these wild beasts?"
Drogo gritted his teeth and looked a little ugly. Although the Brar gray wolves were ferocious, they were not afraid of death. Several gray wolves were nailed to the ground by their long hairs, but they could not stop them from attacking the camp.
Enzo had a thoughtful look on his face.
Looking at the black mist energy floating in the palm of his hand, the luster in his eyes flickered, and the thoughts in his heart kept changing. Based on the breath of this energy, Enzo had some vague inferences.
"An evil beast infected by the aura of the God of Disaster?"
Enzo murmured to himself that the energy extracted from the Brar Gray Wolf felt very familiar to him. According to the chip comparison, it seemed to be very similar to the aura of the God of Disaster.
Therefore, it can be inferred that these Brar gray wolves seem to be influenced by the God of Disaster!
Meanwhile, the fighting continues.
The appearance of the Brar gray wolves put the Tatar tribe at a disadvantage. Drogo looked hesitant. The camp had been breached. The few blood warriors outside who were dragged away by the sharp-toothed wolves also howled loudly. He must hurry up
Make a decision.
"Taka, Adair!"
Finally, Drogo gritted his teeth and said loudly: "You two will take some of the people to rescue the tribesmen who were dragged away, and the rest will work with me to drive out these Brar gray wolves."
"Yes! Brother Drogo!"
As Drogo gave the order, the two Tatar Blood Warriors immediately rushed out of the camp with several tribesmen, and based on the screams of the tribesmen who were dragged away, prepared to fight with the sharp-toothed wolves.
However, this happened to fall into the sharp-toothed wolf's plan.
Several blood warriors had just rushed out of the camp, and before they had gone far, there were sounds of wolf howls in the darkness, and sharp-toothed wolves rushed out from under the night cover, pinning several blood warriors to the ground.
"What a stupid plan..."
Enzo couldn't help but shook his head, with a hint of helplessness on his face. The War Ghost Clan was famous for its force. Even Drogo, as the leader, was not good at commanding. Faced with the situation at hand, he made the wrong decision.
The sharp-toothed wolves chose to attack at night, obviously planning for a long time.
At this time, although the camp was invaded by the Brar gray wolves, it did not fall. Relying on the camp's defense to reduce the number of wolves was the best combat plan. In order to rescue the few tribesmen who had been dragged away, more troops were sent.
A bloody warrior will only fall into the trap of a sharp-toothed wolf.
"Leader Drogo."
Seeing that the situation was at a disadvantage, Enzo sighed in his heart and said, "Since the sharp-tooth wolf and the Brar gray wolf can cooperate, then a wolf king must be born among these two groups."
"As long as we kill the wolf king, we can naturally defeat the wolves!"
"Yes!" Drogo's eyes lit up.
Then, Enzo pointed his finger to the distance, to a dark plain, and said solemnly: "The wolves attacked from that direction just now, and the Sharp-toothed Wolf King is probably there."
"That's right!"
Drogo nodded, took a deep breath, and said, "Everyone, help me delay for a while, and I will go and kill the wolf king."
After that, Drogo picked up the bronze spear and prepared to set off.
Enzo quickly stopped him and said helplessly, "The camp has been attacked by the Brar gray wolf. If there is no leader Drogo, how can we resist the wolves and get rid of the wolf king's beheading operation? Let's find another person."
Drogo, the powerful red-striped warrior, is a simple-minded creature.
He actually thought of relying entirely on his personal force to rush to the plain and kill the Wolf King. Not to mention the Wolf King's strength, the sharp-toothed wolves guarding it were enough to hold Drogo back.
What's more, it was still dark at this time.
If the Wolf King insists on escaping from the battle, Drogo will not be able to locate him at all, let alone decapitate him. Once he breaks out of the camp, he will only get lost in the darkness, or even fall into the siege of the wolves.
"What should we do?" Drogo was a little anxious.
More and more Brar gray wolves have rushed into the camp. The Tatar blood warriors around them fought bloody battles, but they were still at a disadvantage. Now the hunting team urgently needs to kill the wolf king to reverse the situation.
"Let me go."
Enzo sighed and said, "I am smaller and can move more nimbly in the dark. Besides, I came up with the plan, so it is perfect for me to execute it."
"You?" Drogo was surprised.
Enzo stopped talking, and regardless of whether Drogo agreed, he turned around and prepared to leave the camp to kill the sharp-toothed wolf king. With his current strength, it was easy to kill a sharp-toothed wolf king.
If he were not afraid of exposing his strength and causing unnecessary trouble, Enzo could kill all the wolves by himself, and it would take at most ten minutes.
"etc!"
Seeing that Enzo had rushed out of the camp, Drogo quickly shouted, "Fitch, Enoch, you two will go too, assist Enzo in killing the Wolf King, do it quickly, don't be held back by the wolves."
After that, the two blood warriors rushed out.
Enzo felt a little funny in his heart. Two blood warriors who were not even first-level life forms were of no use to him. As soon as they rushed out of the camp, the three of them were targeted by the wolves.
Under the cover of night, Enzo activates the technique of shadow sneaking.
The two attacking sharp-toothed wolves hit the ground. Enzo successfully dodged the attack, but the other two blood warriors were not so lucky. They were surrounded by several sharp-toothed wolves and were unable to move forward.
Enzo looked back and shook his head slightly.
Then, he transformed into a shadow in the dark night and appeared on the plain in the distance in a moment, emerging directly from the ground. He immediately frightened the Sharp-toothed Wolf King, and the surrounding Sharp-toothed Wolf Guards also felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.
The sharp-toothed wolf king stood on both legs, looking ahead like a human being.
"Inferior species?" it asked in confusion, uttering human words.
"A talking wild beast?" Enzo raised his eyebrows, feeling a little surprised. Although he knew that the sharp-toothed wolf was extremely intelligent, he did not expect that the sharp-toothed wolf had the ability to speak, even though the syllables he spat out were a bit weird.
"kill him!"
The sharp-toothed wolf king flashed his eyes, waved his front paws, and directly ordered his sharp-toothed wolf guards to kill Enzo.
All around, sharp-toothed wolves pounced one after another.
"The Thorn of Shadow."
On the spot, Enzo had no expression on his face and softly uttered a few syllables in his mouth. After being promoted to a third-level wizard, his control over magic power had reached the point where he could command it with his arms. He could release witchcraft with just a thought.
On the ground, shadows shot up!
Swish, brush, brush!
The shadow stabs instantly penetrated the bodies of the surrounding sharp-toothed wolves, tearing them apart directly from the middle. Large amounts of blood spilled on the ground. The scene looked extremely terrifying, but Enzo looked calm.
The sharp-toothed wolf king was shocked.
As if surprised by Enzo's strength and strange methods, the sharp-toothed wolf king quickly took a few steps back and let out a sharp wolf howl.
In the darkness, three giant beasts appeared.
Enzo frowned slightly and discovered that the giant beasts walking out of the darkness were three huge Brar gray wolf kings. They seemed to be controlled by special forces, and their steps were stiff and weird.
"Tear this bastard to pieces for me!" the sharp-toothed wolf king screamed.
The three Brar Gray Wolf Kings immediately pounced on them. Compared with the previous weak sharp-toothed wolves, the individual strength of the Brar Gray Wolf King was almost the same as that of the Red Striped Warriors, so each one had almost one level of life.
body level.
However, this kind of strength still seemed vulnerable in Enzo's eyes.
The shadow turned into a long whip as thick as an arm, swung like a vine, and directly knocked away the charging Brar Gray Wolf King. At the same time, it thrust fiercely and penetrated the other two Brar Gray Wolf Kings.
"How is this possible?" The sharp-toothed wolf king couldn't help but scream.
It could no longer maintain its calmness, so it howled repeatedly, summoning the wolves that had attacked the camp, and all of them came back to it, and tried their best to deal with the weirdo in front of them.
"Shadow Realm!"
However, Enzo did not give it a chance. After sneering, he activated the Shadow Realm. A group of shadows spread quickly under his feet, swallowing the sharp-toothed wolf king that was constantly retreating into the shadow realm.
"who are you?"
Surrounded by a world of shadows, the sharp-toothed wolf king couldn't help but feel fear, a glimmer of light flashed in his vertical pupils, and then he growled and asked.
Enzo's face was expressionless, staring at the sharp-toothed wolf king.
brush!
In the shadow realm, shadow tentacles appeared one after another, attacking the Sharp-toothed Wolf King from all directions, binding it in a moment and trapping it firmly in place, unable to move at all.
Ouch!
The sharp-toothed wolf king roared angrily, and a strange luster flashed in his vertical pupils. The limbs covered with black hair began to swell, and the huge wolf head twisted and turned into a man.
"Get out of my way!"
The man transformed by the Sharp-toothed Wolf King looks extremely ugly, his face is full of signs of decay, and there are spots on the skin where the hair has faded. The whole person looks like a rotting corpse.
puff!
The man was restrained by the shadow tentacles. After struggling to break free, he opened his mouth and spit out black liquid, shooting towards the shadow on his arm, trying to escape with the corrosive power of venom.
However, shadow tentacles are not solid.
It was just condensed energy, with properties between illusion and reality. After the venom was sprayed on it, it failed to corrode it. Instead, it made a squeaking sound, but a large piece of flesh and blood fell off the man's arm.
"ah!!"
The man screamed in pain, but soon stopped, as if he had become accustomed to this, and looked at Enzo, his eyes constantly changing.
"Can you switch between wild beasts and humans?"
On the same spot, Enzo stroked his chin and thought, "What is this? A transformation spell, or a druid?"
"No, it shouldn't be either."
Then, Enzo shook his head and said solemnly: "The reason why you can master this ability is probably not from yourself, but with the help of an external force, thus acquiring the ability to transform."
"who are you?"
After hearing Enzo's words, the man's voice became trembling, and a piece of corroded flesh even fell down from his ugly face, which looked very disgusting.
"you do not need to know."
Enzo shook his head and raised his hand casually. In the surrounding shadow field, a shadow immediately turned into a spike and penetrated the man's shoulder, causing him to let out a painful scream.
"Now, what do I ask and what do you answer."
Enzo looked at the painful man and said solemnly, "If you dare to hide anything or lie, I will make you suffer ten times more than you are now."
"First question, who are you?"
Feeling the thorn of shadow spinning on his shoulder, the rotten man once again showed a painful expression and said with difficulty: "I am... Quint of the Gaussian tribe."
"The Gaussian Tribe?" Enzo frowned slightly and said, "Then why are you here?"
Quint looked painful and said in a trembling voice, "I was expelled by the tribe a year ago. I have been hiding in the savage forest until recently and only recently returned to the plains."
"Expelled from the tribe?" Enzo frowned and asked, "Why? Did you make any mistakes?"
In the world of war ghosts, males have a very high status.
Therefore, in most cases, any male who makes any mistakes will not be expelled. After all, every male can become a blood warrior and serve as a powerful force for the tribe.
"Wrong? Ha, of course!"
A bitter smile appeared on the rotten man's face, and he said helplessly, "For us, it was a mistake to be born."
Enzo's eyes flashed.
"That's right, I'm a bad breed just like you."
Quint lowered his head and whispered: "Because of my status as a bad breed, I was expelled from the tribe during the Black Mist Season and came to the plains to fend for myself. Although I survived by luck, I became like this. appearance."
"Bad breed?"
Enzo murmured to himself and then asked: "As far as I know, according to the tradition of the Gaussian tribe, once an inferior species is born in the tribe, wouldn't it be thrown to death immediately? How can you survive until now?" "
"I was not born a bad breed."
Quint shook his head and explained, "When I was just born, I was just like other war ghosts. It was just that I developed deformities in my childhood. I should have been executed by the tribe, but my mother castrated me in time, so He stayed in the tribe as a slave."
"Until the Black Mist Season a year ago!"
"My body has changed. I have the ability to control the sharp-toothed wolf inexplicably, and a voice often echoes in my ears. The tribe believes that I have become a minion of the God of Disaster, so I was expelled."
"Evil alien?" Enzo's eyes flashed.
"That's right, it's the evil one!"
A hint of ferocity appeared on Quint's face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The people of the Gaussian tribe decided that I was a minion of the God of Disaster just because I could control the sharp-toothed wolf, and they directly kicked me out of the tribe to fend for myself. I was still in the most dangerous situation." The dark mist season.”
