Thick Claw is dead, Whistling is injured, in Harris's opinion, Campbell's revenge has been avenged, and Whistling's strength can no longer be hidden, it won't be long before a two-headed Titan will come to the herbivore jungle to confront him, and it will undoubtedly be even more difficult for him to get the Titan Heart again.

But Wolf Feng still has his own mission, he can't lead the army of the Treant Clan ogre to find the black-robed man, so he can only infiltrate the dragon camp alone.

This time, in any case, we must find out the whereabouts of Sakara and the others.

Fortunately, Harris did not take back the magic clothes given to him, and after disguising himself as a zombie with an unassuming appearance, he swaggered into a zombie tribe.

The zombie race is very peculiar, say that he is weak, each zombie can refine more than a dozen zombie puppets to fight, and say that he is strong, but the production of corpse blood crystals to contain zombie puppet vessels is extremely low.

Even some zombie tribes are difficult to obtain even a corpse blood crystal, resulting in extremely polarized strength of the zombie tribe.

In the absence of corpse blood crystals, many zombies can only temper their physical strength, so zombies can be regarded as the only race on the side of the dragon camp that can fight in close combat.

However, this also just hides the identity of the wolf blade, and it is not obvious that he is carrying the 'break' on his back.

It didn't take long for Wolf Feng to see a zombie tribe, and because of the puppet making, there was a smell of dead corpses everywhere.

Wolf Feng frowned, casually found a restaurant where the smell of dead corpses was not too strong, and ordered two cups of the zombie clan's unique water of life to inquire about the news.

The green liquor shook in the glass, and a fragrant smell that was diametrically opposed to the zombie taste poured into Wolf Feng's nostrils, making it a rare good wine.

At this moment, several rough zombie men walked into the restaurant, dressed as a zombie who couldn't afford to buy corpse blood crystals, and as soon as they entered the door, one of them shouted:

"Boss, roast the hind legs of three grunts, remember to put more chili peppers!"

After shouting, he removed the bone knife on his back and sat down around the table, and one of them sighed and said:

"This time, the Evil Eye Tribe and the Snow Spirit Tribe are completely finished, those people in black are so ruthless that they even kill their own people. ”

One of them was stunned:

"Didn't you say that the people who left their tribe betrayed the Order?"

Wolf Feng's eyes flickered, and he pricked up his ears to listen carefully, only to hear the big man who took the lead continue:

It's a pity that more than 100,000 people from the two tribes have been used as slaves to help the dragon reclaim the gold mines, and the tribe's money has also been looted by those black robes. ”

"The black-robed man?"

Wolf Feng smiled, called the waiter, brought a few glasses of water of life, and walked towards several strong men.

"A few big brothers, little brothers want to find out some news with you......

Wolf Feng waved his hand, the water of life has been placed in front of several strong men, the men are all shocked, the water of life is not cheap, seeing that Wolf Feng made a generous move, they all said with a smile:

"Hahaha! Little brother, if you have anything to ask, I will tell you everything I know......"

"I don't know what the big brothers said about the black-robed man...... Where?"

The leading man was stunned for a moment, then smiled:

"Does the little brother want to take refuge in them? But they have a very high standard for accepting people, so the little brother must have a plan!"

Wolf Feng touched his nose and said:

"I'm just trying my luck, and whether I succeed or not depends on God's will. ”

Dahan Meimei drank a few sips of the water of life and told the address of the black-robed man to Wolf Feng, the black-robed man has a great cause, although no one knows about the headquarters, but there are many branches, and there is a branch in another tribe not far from this tribe.

As the sun fell, Wolf Feng had already arrived at an inconspicuous house in the Black Knife Tribe, and Wolf Feng took out a long knife and pushed the door in his hand.

The black-robed man who came and went was stunned for a moment, looked at the wolf blade with a long knife in his hand, and then scolded angrily:

"What are you doing! This is not the place for you, get out of here!"

Wolf Feng smiled indifferently, as if he was looking at the long knife in his hand, and a layer of silver light was attached to the 'break'.

The next moment, the wolf's steps flashed, and the long knife was already on the head of the person who spoke disrespectfully:

"Say, where is your headquarters?"

If it's not necessary, Wolf Feng doesn't want to make a big move, how tired it is to fight and kill.

Feeling that the sharp blade had cut a line of blood on his neck, the man said inwardly:

"I advise you not to mess around, otherwise you won't even be able to get out of this door!"

"Oh?

The black-robed people around him had already surrounded him, but he didn't dare to act rashly when he looked at the hostages in Wolf Feng's hands.

Wolf Feng smiled playfully, and the long knife attached to the moon dance slashed through the person's neck without hesitation, and the long knife pointed forward, and there was an aura of one person surrounding dozens of people.

The most puzzling thing is that this momentum seems to have a natural flavor, and everyone feels that it is normal logic for a person to surround dozens of people.

"Say, where is your headquarters?"

A black-robed man came out and said:

"I advise you not to be too arrogant, our Hidden Dragon is not something you can fight against!"

Hidden Dragon, the name of the black-robed organization was known to Wolf Feng for the first time, but it is estimated that this name will soon cease to exist.

Wolf Feng didn't have the patience to spend time with them, and now every time they delayed, they were in more danger than Sakara.

"Then hit you guys!"

No more nonsense, 'Broken' swept in front of Wolf Feng and killed everyone, and even Wolf Feng seemed to be too slow, and even turned on the 'Beast King' beast pattern again.

At such a close distance, the banshee didn't need a medium to cast a curse on Wolf Blade, but every time she fell under the curse, it must be the banshee who cast the spell.

"This guy can't cast a curse!

Three or five abominations and dozens of imp zombies roared and rushed towards Wolf Feng, but they couldn't even stop Wolf Feng's footsteps.

"Where are you headquartered?"

But before the black-robed man could answer Wolf Feng, he ended his life, and the black-robed man died with grievances, if there was a soul, these black-robed people must have floated next to their corpses, and roared at Wolf Feng with tears in their eyes:

"Big brother, can you kill slowly? I'm going to say it! But you won't give me a chance to say it!"

Some people fled, some ran away, some people fell to the ground forever and turned into ghosts, Wolf Feng waved his knife mechanically like an emotionless machine, and finally, the leader of the black-robed man finally couldn't bear it, and fell to his knees and cried:

"I said, I said, the headquarters is just below the Dragon's Lair of Lord Song of the Whistling Storm, and the location of the Dragon's Lair is Mount Billon!"

He couldn't stand it anymore, as soon as he finished speaking, he ended his life without waiting for Wolf Feng to make a move, Wolf Feng was dumbfounded, didn't he say that you wouldn't kill if you said it?