The Blair gray wolf killed by the shadows, a strange aura scattered out of the hair on the surface of his 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, and under the constraints of magic, it condensed into a ball of black energy.
The Bral gray wolf, who had lost the energy of the black fog, soon became corrupt, and a stinky smell emitting from the gray hair, as if it had been dead for a long time.
Enzo looked up and looked at the darkness.
In the area on the edge of the camp, the Bral gray wolf had already attacked. The Bral gray wolf rushed into the camp and was penetrated by Drogo with a spear, but he still seemed fearless.
"Damn it, what's going on with these wild beasts?"
Drogo gritted his teeth and his face looked a little ugly. Although the Bral gray wolf was cruel, he was not afraid of death. Several gray wolf was nailed to the ground with hair, but he could not dispel their idea of ​​attacking the camp.
Enzo's face was thoughtful.
Looking at the black fog energy floating in his palm, the luster flashed in his eyes and his thoughts kept changing. Based on the breath from this energy, Enzo vaguely made some inferences.
"Are the evil beast infected by the aura of the god of disaster?"
Enzo murmured to himself that the energy extracted from Bral's gray wolf's body made him feel very familiar. According to the chip comparison, it seemed to be very similar to the breath of the God of Disaster.
Therefore, it can be inferred that these Bral gray wolves seem to be influenced by the god of disaster!
At the same time, the fight continues.
The appearance of the Bral gray wolf pack put the Tatar tribe at a disadvantage. Drogo looked hesitant. The camp had been broken, and the blood warriors outside who were dragged away by the sharp-toothed wolf also wailed. He had to make a decision as soon as possible.
"Taka, Adael!"
Finally, Drogo gritted his teeth and whispered, "You two bring some people with you and save the dragged tribe members, and the rest of them will join me to drive out these Bral gray wolves."
"Yes! Brother Drogo!"
As Drogo issued an order, the two Tatar blood warriors immediately rushed out of the camp with several tribe members, and according to the screams of the tribe members being dragged away, they prepared to fight with the Spiegel Wolf.
However, this happened to fall into the plan of the Spiegel Wolf.
As soon as several blood warriors rushed out of the camp, they had not yet walked far away when there were sounds of wolves coming from the darkness. Sharp-toothed wolf pounced out from the night sky and pressed several blood warriors to the ground.
"What a stupid plan..."
Enzo couldn't help but shake his head, and a trace of helplessness appeared on his face. The War Ghost Clan is known for its force. Even Drogo, as the leader, is not good at commanding. Faced with the current situation, he made a wrong decision.
The sharp-toothed wolf pack chose to attack at night, obviously for a long time.
Although the camp was rushed in by Bral's gray wolf, it was not lost. Relying on camp defense to eliminate the number of wolves is the best combat plan. In order to save the dragged tribe members, more blood warriors will only fall into the trap of the sharp-toothed wolf.
"Chief Drogo."
Seeing that the situation was at a disadvantage, Enzo sighed in his heart and said, "Since the sharp-toothed wolf and the Bral gray wolf can cooperate, then there must be a wolf king among these two tribes."
"As long as we kill the wolf king, we can naturally defeat the wolf pack!"
"Yes!" Drogo's eyes lit up.
Then, Enzo pointed his finger to the distance, on a dark plain, and said in a deep voice, ": The wolf pack was attacking from that direction just now, and the Spiegel Wolf King is probably there."
"That's right!"
Drogo nodded, took a deep breath, and said, ": Everyone help me delay the time, I'll get rid of the wolf king."
After saying that, Drogo picked up the bronze spear and prepared to set off.
Enzo quickly called him and said helplessly, ": The camp has been attacked by Bral's gray wolf. If the leader of Drogo is not in charge, how can we resist the wolf pack and get rid of the wolf king's beheading operation? Let's change someone else."
The powerful red warrior Drogo is a creature with simple minds.
He actually thought of relying entirely on his personal force to rush to the plain to kill the wolf king. Not to mention the strength of the wolf king, just relying on the sharp-toothed wolf guarding it was enough to hold Drogo.
What's more, it's still night.
If the wolf king insists on escaping from the battle, Drogo cannot lock in his position, let alone beheading. Once he rushes out of the camp, he will only lose his direction in the darkness and even fall into the siege of the wolf pack.
"What should I do?" Drogo was a little anxious.
More and more Bral gray wolf has rushed into the camp, and the surrounding Tatar blood warriors fought bloody battles, but they are still at a disadvantage. Now the hunting team urgently needs to kill the wolf king to turn the situation around.
"Let me go."
Enzo sighed and said, "I am smaller and more flexible in the dark. Besides, the plan was proposed by me, so it would be best for me to execute it."
"You?" Drogo was shocked.
Enzo stopped talking, and regardless of whether Drogo agreed or not, he turned around and prepared to leave the camp to kill the Spiegel-toothed Wolf King. With his current strength, killing a Spiegel-toothed Wolf King is simply a breeze.
If you are not afraid of exposing your strength and causing unnecessary trouble, Enzo himself can kill all the wolves, and it will take up to ten minutes.
"etc!"
Seeing that Enzo had already rushed out of the camp, Drogo quickly shouted, "Feich, Enoch, you two go too, help Enzo kill the wolf king, fight quickly, don't be dragged by the wolf pack."
After saying that, the two blood warriors rushed out.
Enzo felt a little funny in his heart. The two blood warriors who were not even first-level living bodies were useless to him. As soon as he rushed out of the camp, the three of them were targeted by the wolves.
Under the night, Enzo activated the shadow stealth technique.
Two thrust-toothed wolf hit the ground, Enzo successfully avoided the attack, but the other two blood warriors were not so lucky and were surrounded by several thrust-toothed wolf and could not continue moving forward.
Enzo turned around and looked at him, shook his head slightly.
Then, he turned into a shadow in the darkness and appeared on the distant plain in a moment, drilling out directly from the ground, and immediately scared the Spiegel Wolf King, and the surrounding Spiegel Wolf Guards were also as if they were facing a great enemy.
The sharp-toothed wolf king stood on his legs, looking ahead like a human.
"The inferior kind?" it spoke in confusion.
"A talking beast?" Enzo raised his eyebrows, feeling a little surprised. Although he knew that the tined wolf was extremely intelligent, he did not expect that the other party had language ability, and although the syllables he spit out were a bit weird.
"Kill him!"
The Spiegel Wolf King flashed his vertical pupils, waved his front paws, and directly ordered his Spiegel Wolf Guard to kill Enzo.
Around them, sharp-toothed wolf pounced on him.
"Shadow Thorn."
In place, Enzo had no expression on his face and gently spit out a few syllables from his mouth. After being promoted to a third-level wizard, his control of magic had reached the level of being directed by an arm, and he could release the witchcraft with just a thought.
On the ground, shadows suddenly pricked up!
Brush!
The shadow thrust instantly penetrated the body of the sharp-toothed wolf around him, tearing them out of the middle, and a large area of ​​blood fell on the ground. The scene seemed extremely terrifying, but Enzo looked calm.
The Spiegel Wolf King was shocked.
As if surprised by Enzo's strength and the strange means, the Spiegel 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 found that the giant beast that walked out of the darkness was the three huge Bral Grey Wolf King, as if controlled by special forces, with stiff and weird steps.
"Tear this inferior species to me!" the Spiegel Wolf King screamed.
The three-headed Bral Gray Wolf King rushed up immediately. Compared with the weak pointed wolf before, the individual strength of the Bral Gray Wolf King was almost the same as that of the Red Warriors, so each end was about the same level as that of a first-level living body.
However, this kind of strength still seems vulnerable to Enzo's eyes.
The shadow turned into a long whip as thick as an arm, waving like a vine, directly knocking away the Bral Gray Wolf King who was pounced on one end, and at the same time stabbed it violently, piercing the other two Bral Gray Wolf Kings through.
"How is this possible?" The Spiegel-toothed Wolf King couldn't help but scream.
It could no longer maintain peace, and it made repeated calls of wolf howls, summoning the wolves that attacked the camp, all returned to its side, and doing their best to deal with the weirdly capable inferior species in front of it.
“Shadow Realm!”
However, Enzo did not give it a chance. After a sneer, he activated the shadow field. A shadow under his feet spread rapidly, swallowing the retreating sharp-toothed wolf king into the shadow field.
"Who are you?"
The shadow world was surrounded by, and the Spiegel-toothed Wolf King couldn't help but feel fear. A trace of light flashed through his vertical pupils, and then he asked with a low roar.
Enzo looked at the Spiegel-toothed Wolf King with expressionless expression.
brush!
In the shadow realm, shadow tentacles appeared, attacking the Spiegel Wolf King from all directions. After a moment, it was bound and trapped firmly in place, unable to move at all.
Roar!
The sharp-toothed wolf king roared, and the strange luster flashed in his vertical pupils. The limbs covered by black hair began to swell. The huge wolf head was twisted and turned into the image of a man.
"Get out of here!"
The man transformed by the Spiegel Wolf King looked extremely ugly, with decayed marks on his face, and there were spots on his skin with faded hair, and his whole body seemed like a rotten corpse.
puff!
The man was bound by the shadow tentacles. After failing to break free, he opened his mouth and spit out black liquid, and shot towards the shadow on his arms, trying to get out of trouble with the corrosive ability of venom.
However, the shadow tentacles are not physical.
It is just a condensation of energy, and its properties are between illusion and entity. After the venom is sprayed on it, it fails to corrode it. Instead, it makes a sirens, but a large piece of flesh and blood on the man's arm falls.
"ah!!"
The man screamed in pain, but soon stopped, as if he had become accustomed to it, his eyes looked at Enzo, and his eyes kept changing.
"Can you switch from wild beasts and humans?"
In place, Enzo stroked his chin and thought, "What is this? Transformation, or Druid?"
"No, it shouldn't be."
Then, Enzo shook his head and said in a deep voice, "The reason why you can master this ability should not be due to yourself, but to use an external force to gain the ability to transform."
"Who are you...the hell?"
After hearing Enzo's words, the man's voice became trembling, and even a piece of corrosive flesh fell down on his ugly face, looking very disgusting.
"You don't need to know."
Enzo shook his head and raised his hand casually. In the shadow field around him, a shadow immediately turned into a spike, piercing through the man's shoulders, causing him to scream in pain.
"Now, what do I ask and what do you answer."
Enzo looked at the man in pain and said in a deep voice, "If you dare to hide or lie, I will let you suffer ten times more pain than you are now."
"The first question, who are you?"
Feeling the thorn of shadow spinning on his shoulders, the rotten man showed a painful expression again, and said hard, ": I am...Gunt of the Gauso Tribe."
"Gaosuo Tribe?" Enzo frowned slightly and said, "Then why did you appear here?"
Kunte looked painful and said in a trembling voice, ":A year ago, I was expelled by the tribe. I had been hiding in the wild forest before, and I had not returned to the plains until recently."
"Expelled by the tribe?" Enzo frowned and asked, "Why? Did you make any mistakes?"
In the world of ghost battles, males have a high status.
Therefore, under most circumstances, males will not be expelled if they make any mistakes. After all, every male may become a blood warrior and be a powerful force for the tribe.
"Error? Hoho, of course!"
A bitter smile appeared on the rotten man's face and said helplessly, "For us, birth is a mistake."
Enzo's eyes flashed.
"Yes, I'm the same as you, all the inferior ones."
Kunte lowered his head and whispered, ": Because of his inferior identity, I was expelled by the tribe in the Black Fog Season and came to the plain to fend for myself. Although I survived by chance, I became like this neither human nor ghost."
"Unsense?"
Enzo murmured to himself and asked, "As far as I know, according to the tradition of the Gosso tribe, once a inferior species is born in the tribe, will it be thrown to death at the first time? How can you survive until now?"
“I was not born with a bad species.”
Kunte shook his head and explained, ": When I was born, I was like other war ghosts. However, when I was young, I developed a deformity and should have been executed by the tribe, but my mother castrated me in time, so I was left in the tribe as a slave."
“Until the Black Fog Season a year ago!”
"My body has changed, and I have the ability to control the tiny wolf inexplicably, and a sound often echoes in my ears. The tribe believes that I have become the minion of the god of disaster, so he expels me."
"Evil?" Enzo's eyes flashed.
"Yes, it's the evil one!"
Chapter completed!