The guard walked out carelessly, Mu Fan kept watching him from the shadows.
Immediately after the iron door banged loudly, there was no more sound. Mu Fan knew that this guy should probably leave.
Mu Fan slowly approached the big iron cage.
At this time, the guards had just left, and the group of werewolves stopped howling, and many werewolves were sobbing.
There are several big werewolves now pulling the iron chains hard towards the little werewolves.
But the iron chain was so tightly locked that it almost passed between their skin and flesh. Fresh blood came out with every step they took, and the flesh was torn to pieces along with it.
But these werewolves still tried to save a few convulsing little werewolves.
But the distance was too far, and these werewolves bound by iron chains were all around the walls of the large room.
None of the little werewolves in the middle was spared. They all fell to the ground, still chained up, and their bodies were twitching in a weird posture.
Many werewolves sobbing on the side, Mu Fan, got closer and realized that this was probably a female, with different characteristics.
There are also some who should be older, with pure silver-white hair. The oldest among them is dying in the center, facing here.
"Ahhh!"
Among them was a werewolf who seemed to have more wounds than the others, but was more energetic. He pulled hard on the chain behind him until his hands seemed to be broken and formed a strange right angle before he gasped for breath.
stop.
"They just drowned. With your werewolf recovery speed, they will be fine in a while."
Mu Fan stood directly opposite the iron fence, glanced at the group of little werewolves, then raised his head and said to the werewolf.
Werewolf pups are indeed just drowning, and of course they are one of the toughest creatures. Their ability to recover is extremely strong, and some werewolf pups are already draining water on their own.
"who are you?"
The appearance of Mu Fan made the group of werewolves instantly alert.
Almost all the werewolves were facing Mu Fan. The oldest silver-white man opened his eyes and asked coldly.
When Mu Fan heard that there were people who could talk, and there were werewolves who could talk, he felt a lot more relaxed. Only those who could talk could communicate. If they couldn't talk and couldn't even communicate, wouldn't they be doomed?
No matter that none of the werewolves spoke just now, Mu Fan thought that these werewolves were unevolved and could not speak at all.
As long as there is someone who can speak, there is a certain basis for communication.
"If I said that I was the enemy of your Wolf King, would you believe it?"
Strictly speaking, Mu Fan is indeed the Wolf King's enemy.
At least for now, the two of them are still inseparable.
The old werewolf glanced at him and closed his eyes without speaking.
"No, let's talk. It's already miserable enough for you. I can't make it worse for you. Maybe I can save you. Anyway, everything is easy to discuss."
When Mu Fan saw that the old werewolf looked like an old fritter, he couldn't help but sit cross-legged on the opposite side of the fence, waved his hand and said.
"Save us out? What do you need? You can put forward any conditions. If we can satisfy you, we will try our best to satisfy you."
As expected of an elderly werewolf, what he said was straight to the point without being muddled at all.
"Yes, I can't say it yet, but I want to ask you a question, what happened here, and what happened to your werewolf tribe?"
When Mu Fan said this, all the werewolves fell silent. The old werewolf also hesitated for a moment, then looked at Mu Fan, then at the little werewolves who fell on the ground, and gritted his teeth before telling the story.
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"Since the vampires ran to the east for some reason, we werewolves also migrated and came to this ghost place. Then under the threat of a catastrophe, we had to flee into the mountains."
Mu Fan raised his eyebrows. He knew a little about the vampires who had gone to the east, after all, he had killed so many.
But what is the purpose of the werewolf's migration? However, Mu Fan suppressed the doubts in his heart and prepared to listen to the old werewolf's explanation.
"Due to the mutation of the catastrophe, our physical fitness is getting stronger and stronger, but we are not preparing to do anything, but are preparing to recuperate and reproduce in this place. The prophets in the tribe told us that only by recuperating can we have good health.
A way to survive.”
Mu Fan raised his eyebrows.
Prophets? Werewolves also have them?
It's too buggy for werewolves to go out. There are both prophets and shamans, so who can withstand it?
Having said this, Mu Fan noticed that the mood of the group of werewolves became even more depressed.
"But before we found our way out, the prophet died. The prophet lived for nearly 900 years and finally died on the 20th day after the disaster struck. We lost our direction and fell into pieces, roughly divided into warring parties.
The red eyes and the blue moon silver wolf.”
At this point, Mu Fan became interested. It turned out that the werewolves were divided into many factions and he couldn't help but ask: "Then which faction do you belong to?"
"We belong to the Cang Yue Silver Wolf. Because when our people grow old, they will have silver-white fur, so we got the name."
Mu Fan looked at the old werewolf and saw that this was indeed the case. His head was already silvery white.
"What about the other one with red eyes? Is it because they get red eye disease when they get old?" Mu Fan's joke did not resonate with the old werewolf at all, but he looked at it coldly and continued.
"They are a group of aggressive people, led by our shaman. The shaman is different from the prophet. The prophet asked us to avoid this group of alien life forms, but the shaman has to cooperate with them."
Mu Fan was a little panicked now. He didn't want to save this group of people, but the group of werewolves he was fighting were from the red-eyed tribe, so rescuing this group of people might not be of any use.
"Then which faction does your Wolf King belong to? Are the red-eyed tribe also in the hands of alien life forms now?" Mu Fan asked the most critical point of the question. On the one hand, the Wolf King is on the other hand, and on the other hand, are those who are currently serving the aliens?
Werewolves under the control of life forms.
The old werewolf raised his head and glanced at Mu Fan and said with a complicated expression: "The current Wolf King is Edward and he is my son."
Mu Fan grabbed the little eyebrow and really caught a big fish.
It goes without saying that we must save them. We must not only save them but also treat them with courtesy.
"The Red Eyes are not here now, but have gone to the east. I don't know why they went there. In short, they were sent to the east by alien life forms, so there are only us on this battlefield, us enslaved Blue Moon werewolves."
The old werewolf was a little excited. He stood up with a crash and the iron chain rolled. Mu Fan could see that a layer of skin had been peeled off around the shoulders of the old werewolf, and the tissue inside the flesh could even be vaguely seen. It was extremely terrifying.