evil jihad

In the rockery and stone forest, a burst of rustling footsteps came from the edge of the cave.

Ragged clansmen, big and small, came to Wang Man's side. Every time they took a step, they felt a huge pressure on their bodies. Some followed behind the team, not daring to raise their heads, and could not help but thump and kneel on the ground as soon as they took two steps.

The older werewolves had stronger aura in their beast cores. When they saw the young clansmen fall down, they all turned back to help them; this scene made Wang Man sad.

The loving and righteous wolf family is exactly the same as in his childhood memories; for a moment, Wang Man recalled the teachings of his master Haotian, and it seemed correct that all things are equal.

At this moment, Wang Man felt that he had found himself!

"How did you get stuck here? Get up."

The werewolves looked forward and backward, and never dared to look up at Wang Man. In their hearts, Wang Man was the most authoritative existence of the wolf clan.

Wang Man couldn't bear it, and went up to support one by one, but he didn't know that when he took a step, all the werewolves fell to the ground.

"You are this?"

"Your Highness, your disciples and grandchildren deserve death. After many years, I have finally found His Highness. Please punish me." The leader, an elderly werewolf, bowed reverently.

No hypocrisy can be discerned from his death-like expression, which Wang Man appreciates very much.

"How can I blame you, get up quickly." Wang Man supported the werewolf who was speaking, and as soon as his hand touched it, the latter immediately collapsed powerlessly.

The sudden change made him a little puzzled. Only then did someone say: "Your Highness, your coercion is too strong, and the little ones can't bear it."

It turned out to be like this, damn it, it's all because of Pan Sen's sudden trump card just now, Wang Man had no choice but to use his body protection fighting spirit to resist, and inadvertently forgot to withdraw his inner breath.

Wang Man sighed softly and took a breath, the coercion around him disappeared immediately, allowing the werewolves below to breathe freely.

The pressure was gone, and many people hadn't escaped from the majesty, Wang Man said calmly: "You all get up, I don't need too many complicated etiquette here."

At first everyone thought they had heard it wrong, so they raised their confused heads, but when they saw Wang Man supporting each of them, they stood up willingly.

"Your Highness, our tribe suffered heavy casualties in order to find you; now that it's all over, we don't have to be oppressed by the vampires and the evil wolf riders anymore."

"Yes, Your Highness, let's go back to the top of Surima Mountain to deliver the news to Duke Sirius, so that everyone will be excited."

"Well, that's right, then I'll go to the front and report the situation to the leader."

Before Wang Man could speak, the werewolves below were just chatting back and forth. These innocent and straightforward guys, a few simple words threw out a lot of clues.

The werewolf was overjoyed, and had long forgotten that this place was still in the Zhanzheng College; Wang Man didn't care much about this, but learned from them that the one who took the lead in saluting just now was not the real leader of the team.

After repeated inquiries, Wang Man learned a series of real situations; who is Ashe, except for Warwick, no one in this group of werewolves has ever seen him. about a woman.

Wang Man thought for a while, and felt that it was probably the bad luck of Ashe and Sara.

"It seems that Pan Sen lied to me!" Wang Man sighed, looking around.

"Your Highness, the Jess you mentioned escaped from the southeast, and then the two female disciples walked in the same direction, and the leader of Warwick was the same." The werewolf leader said in detail, and the others pointed to the exact direction.

"Okay, I got it. Now I order you to go back to the cave and wait, and I will bring your Warwick leader back to pick you up soon." After Wang Man said, he swept across the air, as if being swept by a powerful force. Pushing forward with Haozhi's breath, he suddenly thought that the stone forest in the southeast direction jumped tens of feet away...

The southeast is the end point of the Wild Wild Beast. There is a distance of more than 80 miles from the exits of the four passages through which the students came in.

There are no traces of wild beasts on the edge of this beast field, but that doesn't mean there are none; just inside the central disk where the four roads lead to the end, there are all kinds of strange species living.

Yuanpan is the only way for all personnel to reach the destination. The frequent visits of spirits make the stone path quieter, and only the endless breath of beasts from both sides can be heard.

Outside the Hall of Yuhua, under the Pavilion of the Warriors, is a beautiful pavilion; delicious food, wine, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, accompanied by talented scholars and beauties, can be described as the same inside and outside, and the waves are magnificent.

The Zhuwa carved beams in the gazebo are majestic, and the four characters "Dragon Pattern Warrior" on the Zhengbei plaque are even more humorous and vigorous.

In the pavilion, Kyle was dressed lightly without makeup, with a golden sword around his waist, and looked north; Jiawen and Xin Zhao met each other and drank happily. Around him, the simple attire made him look like he had no special skills.

The long wait made Kyle restless. Kyle has experienced hunting in the ghost mountain stream before. It stands to reason that this is the third day, and there should be a team arriving, but this time it is inevitable that it will take too long.

Kyle was restless, stood up and paced back and forth.

"I said, why are you two so leisurely? You are still drinking a little wine comfortably. How long has it been? No one has arrived yet. I am worried that things will change for a long time." Kyle couldn't bear it and began to become anxious.

Jiawen timidly leaned under the deck chair in the gazebo, laughed and joked, "Kyle, you shouldn't worry about those rookies, I think they must be fighting among themselves."

Xin Zhao, who didn't say a word, immediately became excited and said: "Okay, isn't that what we want? Wait for two more days, if no one comes, we will announce the suspension of the game; when the time comes, let those rookies Reflect on yourself, internal strife is not good for anyone."

When Kyle heard this, his face darkened immediately, and he reminded angrily: "You two old men, you are playing tricks; this is different from previous years, our year was already hurt enough."

Speaking of Jiawen's monster hunt that year, Jiawen and Xin Zhao should still be thankful. They hunted their mounts as they wished, but they joined the team of infighting. In the end, neither side was the winner.

Kyle inadvertently sighed, and the atmosphere in the gazebo became quiet, each reminiscing about those memorable and stupid evenings.

Xin Zhao gulped down a bottle of wine, and hummed in a depressed mood: "It's late, I feel too much emotion when I think about it; oh yes, I still don't know what the reward will be after passing the finish line."

"How can there be any rewards? I heard it's a visit to the unused wooden tower at the back entrance of the academy." Jiawen replied casually on the side.

Xin Zhao tilted his head, and said disdainfully: "Hey, what's so weird about it, it's all broken like that, I don't think it's as domineering as my Governor's Mansion."

The ridicule of the two caused Kyle to smile frequently, showing his sadness, his pink eyebrows and pretty face, like a wisp of fairy dust, beautiful but not refined, elegant yet majestic.

"You two are typical envy and jealousy. You must say that grapes are sour because you can't eat grapes."

Jiawen and Xin Zhao looked at each other with wry smiles and defended each other in unison.

Kyle smiled even more, pretending to be Xin Zhao's tone and said: "The dilapidated wooden tower, the governor's mansion, it's not rare."

Xin Zhao's face stretched, Kyle stopped flirting, and said lightly: "I heard Elder Gandalf in the empire mentioned that that is not an ordinary wooden tower, it is the academy's soul fighting tower!"

"Spirit Fighting Pagoda?" Jiawen and Xin Zhao were taken aback for a moment, and even the spirit who poured wine beside him showed curiosity.

"Hey, yes, but I don't know what it is for. Didn't you say you don't care? Why do you ask me these things?"

"Kyle, you...you molested our two brothers." Xin Zhao blushed and pointed to Kyle. After a while, there was a self-satisfied laughter from under the gazebo, and the killing world outside completely became two extremes.

"Okay, I won't talk to you two anymore, I'll go ahead and see what's going on." Kyle waved his hand and straightened his clothes.

"Senior Kyle, why don't I go." The spirit who had been pouring wine suddenly asked for instructions.

Kyle smiled and said, "You should stay with these two, I'll go back as soon as I go."

Xin Zhao waved his hand and said, "Kyle, the changes here have been quite big over the past four years, so let Akron be with you as a guide; after all, Akron is a permanent resident here!"

With Xin Zhao's proposal and Ekron's self-recommendation, Kyle responded with a smile, and hurriedly greeted: "Then let's go and see the progress of the juniors."

"Ah, why are you so interested all of a sudden? I think you hope that someone will come quickly, and then enter the Soul Fighting Tower for you and fulfill your unfulfilled dream, right?" This is his self-dream from the heart!

Kyle grinned, showing a rare laugh, and gave Jiawen a thumbs up. The bitterness in it was well known to each other!