How to become a wolf demon

Chapter 268
Half a day later, the demon fairy Huang Hu returned to the ambush first, with two sword cultivators strung together on a big gun, like bacon, he used his sharp tiger claws to tear a piece of meat from Jianxiu's body from time to time, and stuffed it into his mouth.

There are no taboos in the behavior of the Yaozu. Huang Hu has been hungry for a hundred years and hasn't eaten meat. How can he resist keeping alive when he comes out of the mountain today? Moreover, the Ewen Ministry has no superior or subordinate relationship with him, so he is too lazy to think about these details for the Ewen Ministry.

"Boy, it's very good. Dare to get involved in this tribal war and temporarily accept offerings. It really costs money but not life!"

Huang Hu carelessly patted Lang Xing's shoulder, leaving a blood claw mark.

This shot seemed to be calm, but it was actually mixed with the murderous aura of the tiger demon. Sauron's face changed, and he was about to shake the soul bell, while Lang Xing grinned, like an honest and innocent descendant of the demon clan.

"Senior joked, I'll follow you to drink some soup and gnaw on your bones."

It seems that he didn't notice the nearly ten thousand catties of force in that claw.

"I don't know how many years I haven't seen such an interesting Yaozu kid, not bad."

After Huang Hu finished speaking, he went to enjoy the flesh and blood of Jian Xiu.

Then Tu'e led the team back. Two shamans were injured, and one of them had a broken arm. Tu'e jumped off the moose back with shame on his face.

"The sword repairer finally used a desperate means, the sword was destroyed and died, but the soul was taken by me with the Horcrux."

"Sword cultivator is the most stubborn. It has been like this for so many years. It is enough to get the soul."

Sauron didn't take it seriously, and let out a cry like a falcon's shriek, which echoed on both sides of the valley. The tribal warriors stopped and beat their chests. The rhythmic knocking sound and the call sign were intertwined to celebrate the encounter with the tribe. achieved the final victory.

Erasing the traces of the battle, Sauron led the crowd into the primeval forest. Huang Hu Jiayun followed at the end of the team and flew over the forest top.

Lang Xing also begged for a moose, and walked in the middle of the team with Sauron, chatting from time to time.

"The moose in our Ewen region are like the war horses of Yan State. They are the main mounts of the cavalry. The moose in the plains are not as good as the war horses, but in the mountains and forests, the moose is the most trustworthy partner."

Lang Xing's heart moved. Although these moose are not monsters, they have a similar aura to shamans, and they are also miraculous creatures. If they fight against ordinary war horses, they should have an advantage even on the plains.

"How powerful are Yan Kingdom's war horses?"

"The Zongmen of the Beast Dao Sect is located in the forest where several of our tribes used to live. It helps the army of the Yan Kingdom to breed war horses. Today, the war horses of the Yan Kingdom are the second largest in the north, second only to the wolf cavalry of the Shanrong tribe."

"Wolf cavalry?"

"The Kingdom of Yan claims to have 50 troops. After deducting the defensive troops, there are about 20 who can launch an attack. The Shan Rong is the majority in the north, with nearly a million troops. The young and strong are also soldiers and civilians. Even women can mount horses. There are 5000 of the most elite fighters riding Sirius, and their combat capability is known as the number one in the north."

"Is the god residence they believe in related to Sirius?"

Lang Xing secretly slandered that the Shan Rong Department dared to ride a wolf, it was really a dog tolerable, but a wolf intolerable.

"The Shanrong tribe occupies the northern wilderness, believes in the wolf god, and has a tradition of wolf totems. It is said that the nomadic tribes in Xiniu Hezhou are also connected. The development trend of these years has been very good. Yan's successive northern expeditions are also out of the desire to contain the Shanrong tribe. need."

"There is a saying in Zhongtu that a fire at the city gate will affect the fish in the pond. Our Ewen Department is the fish in the pond between the Yan Kingdom and the Shanrong Department."

Sauron should have a certain understanding of the culture of Middle-earth, his speech is clear, and he has a clear understanding of the situation of the tribe.

Almost instantly, Lang Xing thought of the connection between the Wild Bone Wolf Clan in the West Panha State, the Shanrong Department and Xiniu Hezhou. From the perspective of geographical location, the biggest possibility is the Wild Bone Grassland.

"What kind of cultivation is that wolf god?"

"Although the Great God Bai Nacha is the master of this mountain forest, it has to be said that the Wolf God may be stronger than the Great God Bai Nacha. It is easier for the shamans and warriors of their tribe to obtain divine power, which shows that the Wolf God has been awake for a long time. , should have the Celestial Fruit Status."

A fairy-level demon god hiding in the human world?Lang Xing secretly paid attention.

At the turn of spring and summer, walking through the dense virgin forest, the moose were bitten by mosquitoes, snorted twice and shook their heads from time to time.

Whenever there are mosquitoes around the shamans, a small gecko-like animal ghost will emerge from the bell at the beginning and swallow the mosquitoes into their stomachs.

These small bugs are about the size of a finger, and have a faint evil spirit on their bodies. If a mortal is bitten by swarms of monster mosquitoes, they will be sucked into jerky in an instant.

The monster mosquito that was within ten feet of Lang Xing seemed to be hit by a very thin invisible arrow, making a slight crackling sound, and fell straight down from the air. Lang Xing's skin surface bulged slightly from time to time. The ability to control and give off vigor to achieve the effect that mosquitoes cannot get close.

Ling Xing regards it as an exercise to control the strength of a single muscle in the demon body.

According to Lang Xing's perception of the direction, Sauron commanded the team to go around several times before changing the direction again. Half an hour later, the sound of the waterfall pouring down came, and the dense trees in front of him became sparse. .

There are a few childish teenagers hidden by the forest in front of them. They only have two tattoos painted with oil paint on their faces. Unlike the tribal warriors led by Sauron, the oil paint tattoos are so dense that they can't see their original appearance at all.

There was a little fear and tension in the big eyes of the teenagers.

Holding bronze spears in their hands, they sensed the movement of a large group of people in the forest. Two of the teenagers seemed to have a dispute over whether to report back to the tribe now or observe for a while.

Everything is invisible under the cover of Lang Xing's spiritual consciousness.

When they saw Sauron's figure, the teenagers all heaved a sigh of relief, and happily rushed out from the bushes where they were hiding.

"Stop offering sacrifices! You are back!"

Sauron nodded to the boys, and the warrior behind him took the boys aside.

The thin young man who insisted on staying to observe just now quickly glanced at the returning tribal warrior, the joy in his eyes instantly turned into disappointment, and then fear.

He stared at the faces of each warrior slowly and one by one. If it was normal, his disrespectful behavior to the tribal warriors would definitely receive a whip.

But now, including Sauron, no one blamed him.

His father was not among the returning warriors, which meant that his father had returned to the embrace of the mountain god.

He is now the head of the family, holding back the tears in his eyes, stubbornly following at the end of the team, bowing his head and not saying a word.

"Has the Ewen Ministry been reduced to the point of guarding the gate with children who have just practiced? Don't let the grandpas in, and offer good wine and food. Only after resting can we have the strength to fight!"

Huang Hu's loud voice destroyed the slightly desolate atmosphere just now, and the tribal fighters soon recovered the joy of being about to recuperate.

Death is too common. Except for the relatives of the parties involved, it is the greatest respect for others to have a moment of remembrance.

In any case, maybe because they are stronger, or maybe it's just luck, they are fighters who came back alive, and this is something to be happy about.

Lang Xing secretly slandered, the yellow tiger monster is really a disaster, the monsters don't feel as deeply about these life and death as the human race.

The monster is dead and the bird is up to the sky, and it will not die for thousands of years, this is what monsters often talk about.

Thinking in this way, under the urging of Huang Hu, the whole team entered the Ewen tribe after passing through a team of foundation-building shaman souls...

(End of this chapter)