"Greedy Wolf Patriarch, you are extremely cruel, if you don't give my clan a way to live, sooner or later you will be destroyed by the rest of the Heroes Conference!"

The Jackal Patriarch shouted, his left hand had been bitten off, and the wound on his body was deep and bone-deep.

Beside him, the five hundred wolf kings are like crazy wild dogs, rushing to death without fear of death, and he does not dare to confront these hundred wolf kings head-on, as long as he is slightly restrained by the hundred wolf kings, then the canteen on the edge, the two of Hawkeye, will see the opportunity and stab the stone spear at his flaw.

"Hateful!"

The Jackal Patriarch glared at the two clan elders, and then was able to dodge the pounce of the two hundred wolf kings.

Although the combat power of the clan elder is at the same level as that of the Hundred Wolf King, people are the spirits of all things, and they will perceive flaws, and the threat level is much higher than that of the Hundred Wolf King, who is arrogant and only has beastly nature.

However, even if the Jackal Patriarch's combat power is seriously injured, his combat power has not decreased, and the tiger's power is still there.

"Drink!"

He fought back angrily, and the iron hand in his right hand was like a fan, and the force was heavy, shattering the stone spear from the old stab of the Hawkeye clan like a devastating force.

"Huh?" The old Hawkeye Clan's face changed slightly, and he threw half of the stone spear in his hand, kicked his legs, and jumped backwards.

"Don't run, give me death!"

The jackal patriarch chased after him with his head, but he immediately fell into the siege of the five hundred wolf kings.

The Hundred Wolf King's figure was the size of a calf, and it immediately occupied the eyes of the Jackal Patriarch.

"Damn wolf!"

The jackal patriarch scolded secretly, and there was a fire wolf king on the left and right, and the two grass wolf kings walked around behind him in front of him, and a grass hundred wolf king stopped him in front.

"Give me death!"

The Jackal Patriarch roared angrily, impartially, and rushed towards the Grass Hundred Wolf King in front of him.

"At the beginning of the ancient times, it was already possible, the jackal patriarch was about to die in battle, and according to the rules of the Northern Plains Heroes Conference, his people should be spared. ”

Hong Qingling walked to Gu Chu's side and reminded softly.

Hearing this, before the patriarch of the family could react, Gu Rou, who was standing on the side, immediately reported: "Patriarch, the grass wolf pack has lost about five hundred heads, and the jackal people have also been killed by the grass wolf pack six or seven out of ten, and the rest are mostly injured people, and from now on, the jackal tribe will no longer be able to make waves." ”

Gu Chu nodded, and then his mind moved, and the grass wolves that surrounded and killed the jackal people suddenly dispersed, revealing a large number of corpses inside, as well as dozens of jackal people who were covered in injuries and barely standing.

They were still retreating like a tide of wolves, and many of them looked in the direction of the ancients, with hatred, anger, bitterness and fear in their eyes.

Of the original five or six hundred men, only thirty or forty remained, and most of them were seriously wounded and mutilated.

Most importantly,

"Patriarch!"

The Jackal people watched their patriarch fall into a bitter battle and his life was about to be lost, but they were seriously injured and could not come forward to help.

"I hate it, Lord Red-headed Jackal, why does your blessing dissipate!"

"What did my clan do wrong, why!"

Most of the remaining jackal patriarchs knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly, and a few others crawled towards their patriarchs with red eyes.

There was no wind at night, and dark clouds obscured the bright moon.

On the Gobi, only scattered packs of fiery wolves lit up the battlefield.

"The Heroes Conference, alas...."

Seeing the tragic situation of the jackal clansmen, Hong Qingling frowned and sighed softly.

"Heavenly Court's promulgation of such means as the Hero Conference must have its purpose, but the Hero Conference has indeed caused endless killings to the five domains of the world, is this really good?" Hong Qingling sighed, don't look around, no longer look at the jackal people.

Hearing this, Gu Chu couldn't help but look sideways at it.

Hong Qingling is a person from Zhongzhou, the person closest to the heavenly court in the world, and he actually made such an exclamation, which shows that Hong Qingling is very kind.

"But what's the use of having a good heart? In the past, even around the greedy wolf tribe, there were a large number of tribes that were swept into the troubled waters of the Heroes Conference, and who would care if you were good or not in the midst of displacement. ”

Gu Chu showed a wry smile, Ang Tian looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and did not see a star, and warned himself in his heart:

"At the beginning of the ancient times, there is no doubt that this world is ten times more dangerous than the earth, a hundred times more dangerous, and you must not slack off easily, not only the threat of the brute bear tribe. There are also other tribes participating in the Hero Conference, the massive beast herds in Foggy Valley, those incredible wild beasts, these are all possible to easily wipe out the greedy wolf tribe, if you want to take the tribe to live safely, not as careful as Abba, and finally end up being poisoned, you must lead the tribe to become strong, and it is fast and powerful!"

"In order to survive with the people, we can no longer use the earth's set of values, and the slightest hesitation will cause unacceptable bitter consequences!"

Once this happens, it will be like the jackal tribe today, falling into a state of no return.

The dark clouds covered the top, but Gu Chu's gaze gradually became firm, and he slowly collected his heart and focused on the battlefield.

At this time, the state of the jackal patriarch fell to the bottom, and he had no choice but to fight back, he had to exchange injuries for injuries regardless of his own injuries, and a pair of iron hands waved like swords, and for a time forced the two clan elders to retreat.

"Hmph, dying throes!"

The canteen clan elder took a breath and continued to catch up, cooperating with the five hundred wolf kings to try to kill the jackal patriarch.

After taking a few glances, Gu Chu determined that the state of the jackal patriarch was declining more and more, and the injuries on his body had accumulated countless and he was sure to die, so he set his eyes on the jackal people.

The greedy wolf clan was now gathering behind Gu Chu, and they were watching the central battlefield closely, occasionally cheering for their own family elders.

In such a high-level battlefield, if ordinary greedy wolf clansmen blindly joined, I am afraid that the first one would be smashed to pieces by a pair of iron hands of the jackal patriarch.

High-level combat power, after all, needs high-level combat power to fight.

The wolves were vast, and they surrounded the men and horses of both tribes, quietly waiting for the orders of the ancients.

On the battlefield, except for the two clan elders and the five hundred wolf kings who were working together to besiege the jackal patriarch, the rest of the battles had ended.

"Now, it's up to the two clan elders to make contributions. ”

Gu Chu said expressionlessly, his heart moved, and dozens of fire wolves around him suddenly moved, they came to the place where the jackal people gathered, and stood next to those tribal warriors who were covered in scars but crawled to help their own family patriarch.

"You can't be soft-hearted, hesitate, and you will lose!"

Immediately, his body trembled, he took a long breath, and his mind moved fiercely.

"Whew!"

The fire wolves quickly bitten and killed several jackals who were trying to support their family patriarch, and then devoured the dates.

"No!"

"It's hateful, greedy wolf tribe, it's so hateful!"

"Big brother, big brother!

Today, there are less than twenty Jackal Clan left, all of whom are seriously injured and unable to move.

They lay feebly in pools of blood, watching their people being devoured by wolves.

A feeling of anger and powerlessness rushed into their hearts, and soon several jackals rushed to their brains and died in a pool of blood.

"Hateful, hateful!" the Jackal Patriarch turned pale, panting, and his breath was extremely weak.

He was able to dodge the attack of a fire wolf king, but by coincidence, he was pounced on his chest by a grass wolf king and pressed to the ground.

The jackal patriarch hurriedly waved his hands and slashed the hundred wolf king who was pressing on him.

His mind was dizzy, his eyes were black, and he was gritting his teeth to get up, but the next moment, two hundred wolf kings came together, catching the jackal patriarch who couldn't react by surprise.

These two hundred wolf kings are in good shape, and they are always in the role of pressing the formation during the siege, and they just have the spare strength to deal with the last struggle of the jackal patriarch.

The defeat is decided, and the jackal patriarch knows that he will die.

"Hahaha, Greedy Wolf Patriarch! The news that your clan is going to participate in the Heroes Conference has spread, one day, one day! You will also be killed by the other heroes of the Heroes Conference! Your tribe will also be annexed, I am seriously injured today, and you will feel the pain of losing your clan sooner or later! Greedy Wolf Patriarch, the coming day is long, you must not be complacent too early!"

The Jackal Patriarch laughed bitterly, his head was covered in blood, and the laughter gradually came to an end when the Hundred Wolf King bit his neck.

In the night, his mournful cry rang out, pale and weak.

"The rise and fall of my clan is not something that you can define with just a loser!

The old man of the canteen clan roared angrily and stabbed the stone spear in his hand into the head of the jackal patriarch, ending his life.

The stone spear was pulled out, and a line of blood soared into the sky, and the old man of the canteen clan snorted coldly a few times before returning to his family patriarch.

"Patriarch, although this place is near the Jackal Dog Tribe, but there has been a big war here, the smell of blood is extremely strong, and it will attract countless beasts from the Gobi Desert Realm, so let's retreat to the Jackal Tribes as soon as possible, wait for tomorrow to dawn, and then clean up the battlefield." The old man of the cafeteria wiped the blood from his face and suggested.

"Well, that's what I'm going to do. Gu Chu's eyes were still fixed on the corpse of the Jackal Patriarch, and under his intentional or unintentional drive, several Hundred Wolf Kings did not devour the corpse of this patriarch.

I saw him open his mouth and sigh at the bones of the jackal patriarch: "Jackal patriarch, if there is no help from the Hongqing Spirit Fairy today, I will really understand your way, you are a personal master, but the grassland is full of people, and the last Hawkeye patriarch cursed me like this before he died, but what is the effect?"

"I still stand here, and it will always be my enemy who falls. ”

"Someday I'll be killed too?" Hahaha!" Gu Chu laughed, "If I am killed one day, it only means that I am just a man who is nothing more than that, and only deserves to be a stepping stone for other heroes." ”

"The heroes who fell before the Heroes Conference can only be regarded as heroes, not heroes!"

Gu Chu's words were excited, and the two clan elders and the people who watched it were stunned.

At this time, Hong Qingling pondered for a while, and suddenly asked: "Greedy wolf patriarch, as you said, what kind of so-called hero is?"