The intuition of wild beasts is often more accurate than any intelligent creature. Last night, this smart wolf used self-harm to resist the powerful summoning of an existence and was not involved in the dangerous battle that was destined to be reduced to cannon fodder. Today, there were many traces of predators like it in the rain forest, which proved its wisdom.

But this time, the head wolf decided to go against his intuition.

The reason is nothing else. Compared with the intuition of nothingness and ethereality, the head wolf believes more about what he sees and smells from his nose... The prey in front of him is just a human cub who is alone, without claws, and has thin body. His whole body is filled with delicious tender meat that can fill his stomach, no greasy fat, and no thick bones that hurt his teeth. It is a rare and excellent prey. It is hungry and cannot resist fresh meat and bloody **.

What's more, if he turned around and ran away in shame in the face of such food, the old wolf's dignity as a jungle hunter will be gone.

Who said that beasts have no dignity?

The pool water separated from the middle of the hunchou wolf did not play any blocking role. Although the hunchou wolf stared at the carnivorous beast in front of him, he was still hit hard in the chest by the hunchou wolf who rushed towards him.

The skull of the head wolf was extremely hard, and it could even withstand the slam of ordinary swords, hammers and axes. Ge Long was hit hard by the wolf's head, and his thin body suddenly flew out, and then it hit hard on a big tree trunk several meters away. The impact force of the front and back hit Ge Long's chest violently. He only felt a stuffy chest, a sweet mouth, and a mouthful of blood could not help but spurt out.

As an experienced jungle hunter, Lao Lang's serial attack was just the beginning. Geron lay on the ground. Before he could breathe well, he felt a wet and hot stench on his neck. He relied entirely on instinct. Geron's body rolled away to the side, and then he felt a gust of fishy wind blowing around him. The calf-sized body of the hut wolf had already rushed over to the collar. Although he was not bitten directly, Geron still felt numb half of his body.

For other ogre warriors, beasts like Huotao Wolf are not much different from hare pheasant. They are all prey and game with good taste. The biggest difference is that they are bigger and have more meat. Compared with small hare pheasants, Huotao Wolf with larger bodies is better caught. However, Geron's physical fitness does not have much advantage compared to human teenagers of the same age. In front of large beasts like Huotao Wolf, as the "small" prey on the weak, he has almost no room for resistance.

But now Geron is different from the past. He has no choice but to lose and cannot retreat. The relatives who were able to protect his tribe before are now dead and missing. His small half-man Mayalta had to rack his brains to lure her dangerous and bloodthirsty centaurs away from Geron as much as possible. It is impossible for him to appear here at this moment.

When no one can rely on, the only person who can rely on is himself.

At this time, Ge Long's mind was blank, but the ogres buried in the blood and soul belonged to the ancient demigod. The combat instinct and bloodthirsty madness in the bloodline of the Cyclops King Gruer were completely aroused.

Facing the bloody mouth that was coming, the unarmed Ge Long directly crossed his left arm in front of him and even pushed it into the wolf's mouth. The next moment, accompanied by a sensation of damp heat and stench, followed by a heart-wrenching tearing and severe pain. Ge Long's left forearm had been bitten by the head wolf.

The hutou wolf is a half-scavenger. When food is scarce, it can even eat no bones of the limited prey. The biting force between the teeth is amazing. Geron's behavior is undoubtedly to offer his left arm on his own, but when the hutou wolf tried to bite off the tiny arm and acted as an appetizer before the big meal today, he suddenly realized something abnormal.

The prey's arms biting in the mouth were originally tender and full of texture. The head wolf could even feel its teeth passing through the fragrant flesh and blood and rubbing violently with the bones of the prey's arms. However, in an instant, it felt that the hardness of the arm in its mouth had changed dramatically. The originally tender flesh quickly became very tough and astringent. The head wolf even felt that it was not biting a human arm, but the heart of an iron-wood tree. Later, it could not even let go. Its teeth were squeezed tightly by the hardened muscles of Geron, and Geron's crazy iron fist that had lost its mind fell heavily on its chest and ribs at this moment.

As the only designated chef of the Black Hand Ogre tribe, Geron has personally processed no more than 100 or 80 ingredients in the cunt wolf. He is naturally very familiar with the body structure of this "food" (biology). He knows clearly that even if he loses his mind, his bones are extremely hard. Not to mention a kitchen knife, even an axe cannot be cut. The fur is hard and tough, and it is difficult to get a knife. However, between the side ribs of the cunt wolf, to be precise, the fourth and fifth ribs are exactly where its heart is located.

Fang, Ge Long used all his strength, punched one after another, and slammed into this area. Sure enough, the head wolf not only showed a painful expression, but also his breathing became very rapid and messy. Ge Long's mind was blank, and he only knew how to hammer the target wildly. When he heard a cracked sound in his ears, Ge Long grabbed the lean head wolf and bit the lower jaw on his left arm, and pulled it hard. The poor old wolf's entire chin was removed, so painful that he couldn't even scream.

Ge Long's left arm that was pulled out of the wolf's mouth was faintly glowing with a few golden lights, and black blood flowed out from the four blood holes up and down. A burst of heart-wrenching pain washed away Ge Long's brain. Somehow, the scenes that happened last night flashed in Ge Long's mind again. He only felt the endless "anger" in his chest, as if he was about to explode violently in his body.

No, this is definitely not an illusion. Ge Long knew very clearly that if he didn't do anything and vent this "anger", his body would really explode like fireworks. In accordance with his instinct, Ge Long's hands separated the mouth of the already dying old wolf, and shouted at the fishy bloody basin. However, this time, Ge Long's heart-wrenching roar did not make any sound. What gushed out of his mouth was actually a raging fire...

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