The night is as bright as ink, the stars and moon are light, and the paths on the ground are blurred and difficult to distinguish. Only a few dim torches emit light.

The bitter night wind blew over the foul-blooded dark red mane of the werewolf warrior.

The werewolf soldiers patrolling the camp subconsciously stretched out their claws and scratched their hair, then wandered around bored.

At this time, in the corner of the shadow of the house, a cluster of imperceptible figures quietly slipped away from the patrolling zombies.

Thorne looked at a relatively spacious wooden house in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief.

More than an hour has passed since the battle ended, and the chaos in the werewolf camp had already subsided.

Horat also disappeared under the light of a light blue magic array.

But Thorne did not choose to leave, and still lurked in the camp, looking for somewhere where the werewolf cubs live.

He covered his breath and traces through the ranger's magic, carefully avoiding the zombie guards patrolling in every corner, and finally he found the target.

This is a camp that accommodates nearly 1,500 people. Although the werewolf also masters a certain level of civilization inheritance and knows how to live and develop, it is still far from the human race.

The simple houses they built were scattered and had no rules at all. In this maze-like camp, only the werewolves could rely on their keen sense of smell to determine their own position or find companions.

While lurking along the way, Thorne encountered a cage that imprisoned the goblin kobold slaves, and saw more than a dozen hill giants eating the corpses of the werewolf killed by him and Horat.

At the same time, it was also passed by a nest built by a werewolf for the wolf pack, and it was almost noticed by a strong wolf leader.

The only thing that made him glad that this camp had just been established not long ago, otherwise with the wisdom of the werewolf, it would gradually develop into a dirtier area than an urban slum.

The werewolf camp is actually similar to the small settlements of the kobold goblins in the wilderness. To slaughter goblins, Thorne once scammered the goblins without knowing it.

Since that experience, he has never dared to go in randomly again, not because there are too many people in the camp, full of traps and various ambushings.

The main reason is that the TM is too dirty. You can imagine the feeling of fighting with the enemy in a place full of dirty and dirty places.

Thorne quietly touched a hidden figure in front of and behind a door of a house. He glanced at the tightly closed door, pulled out his sword, and then kicked hard at the simple wooden door.

Bang!

Click!

The simple door could not withstand Thorne's heavy blow, and as the wood broke, it opened, and a foul smell and heat that mixed all kinds of filth suddenly rushed towards us.

The house was scattered with gravel, and a bonfire was burning in the middle of the house. Beside the bonfire was a pile of inferior wool fabrics and various sewn simple animal skins.

Three ferocious female gnobles stared vigilantly at Thorne who broke in through the door.

In the corner of the room was a group of little wolf cubs with about thirty numbers. They lay on the paved animal skins and snuggled up to each other.

Some had already fallen asleep, while others were awakened by the huge movement caused by Thorne, staring at him with grin.

A group of dirty zombies and cubs, under the smoke of the bonfire, the already strong stench on their bodies became even more unbearable.

roar!

The three female zombies roared at the same time, and roared a demonstration-like roar at the uninvited guest who suddenly broke in.

In the gnoll tribes, especially large tribes that possess the ancient Jeno fangs, which can be continuously transformed into gnoll warriors through hyenas, they will never worry about the number of tribes as long as the food and hyenas are sufficient.

A werewolf has a food glutton that is comparable to an adult tiger. When it comes to a smaller hyenas, it is also very clear that the ugless one is easy to raise.

Therefore, only the leader enjoys the right to mating.

In order to ensure that the strongest offspring are born, other gnolls cannot give birth to offspring and need to raise them together.

The three female gnolls in front of Thorne's eyes were obviously all spouses of the gnoll leader.

The Gnoll tribe wants to give birth to the strongest offspring. In addition to the strong male leaders, their female spouses are also the strongest in the clan, and their strength is at least second-level or above.

Facing the three female gnolls in front of him, Thorne naturally dared not underestimate them.

In the dim room, the two met without saying anything too much. From the moment when the two sides looked at each other, a killing began quickly.

Ao Wow!

First, one of the female zodiacs let out a high howl, which was calling for a companion. If Thorne cannot solve it as soon as possible, the companion responding to the zodiac howl will arrive quickly.

While the zodiac was howling, the other two female zodiacs had already stretched out their sharp claws and opened their bloody mouths and attacked Thorne left and right.

One grabbed Thorne's neck, and the other half bent over and bit Thorne's legs.

Feeling the fishy smell coming towards the zombie, Thorne's expression condensed and he held a sharp blade in his hand to greet him.

The three werewolves were obviously stronger than ordinary werewolves warriors, and when Thorne waved his long sword and slashed at the claws that were grabbing his neck.

The female werewolf was taken back instantly and grabbed it and pounced, like a primitive beast pounced over.

Thorne kicked the zombie in the head that bit his leg, and then rushed forward with a fierce force, colliding with the zombie who was rushing towards him.

He endured a foul smell, and the short sword in his left hand dripped a cold light across the zombie's abdomen without hesitation. Then he pushed his right elbow hard towards his chest, knocking him away, and letting him lie on the ground alone wail.

Immediately afterwards, Thorne swung his sword downward, and a cold light passed by. The werewolf who had not yet reacted by him kicking him, and his head was cut off, and his ferocious expression remained on his face.

roar!

At this time, another uninjured female werewolf swung her claws like a beast and jumped up and rushed towards Thorne.

Faced with the attack without any skill, Thorne gently turned sideways, avoiding the zombie's pounce, and slashed his sharp sword with the momentum.

The hot blood splattered Thorne's face, and the werewolf was instantly cut off in half, and his upper body was lying on the ground and howled.

Um?

Just as Thorne held his sword and faced a group of grinning wolf cubs, the female zombie who was first exposed to the belly seemed to be resurrecting her.

He endured the severe pain and rushed to Thorne and hugged his legs tightly, biting his ferocious fangs.

Puff!

Thorne frowned, and a long sword shone through a cold light, and a fluffy head hung on Thorne's thigh.

Bang!

Thorne shook off the zombie's head hanging on his thighs, and walked towards the more than thirty furry little wolf cubs curled in the corner with his long sword in his hand.

It has to be said that no matter what animals, including humans, in order to strengthen their survival rates, they look very cute in childhood, even these terrible legacies left by the power of demons.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Looking at the low roars and various cowardly and cute whimpers, there was no trace of emotion in Thorne's expression.

These more than thirty little wolf cubs are descendants of the werewolves. If nothing unexpected happens, when they become adults, one of them will definitely inherit the entire tribe and become the new leader by killing and competing with each other.

Then he led his tribe to attack the wilderness villages like locusts, looting all the civilized settlements, leaving only the razed buildings, gnawed corpses and polluted land.

Facing these demons, there is no trace of kindness, compassion, or any evil humanoid creature similar to conscience.

Thorne is naturally ruthless, and never cares whether they look like whine monsters or kawaii.

——"Mofeng Sect (strike technique): The Fire of the Dragon!"
Chapter completed!