"Hey, girls!"

Before Renko and Melly realized what they had to do, a strange force pulled them up and lifted their feet off the ground.

"It's time for a free trip!"

Caiodis shouted, holding the two maidens by the collars one by one, and with a wave of his arms, he threw them out like a discus.

"Uhhhhhh

The two men flew high and far, and in the blink of an eye they disappeared into the clusters of green leaves, leaving only a long wail that echoed in all directions.

If they are lucky, they will stop in the fluffy and soft leaves, or hang on the branches, and if they are unlucky, they will fall to the ground and break their hands and feet, but in any case, their lives can be saved. In terms of strength, Caiodis controlled well, ensuring that the person thrown out could fly far enough without falling to his death.

Regardless of the bad boys, all in all, the two are gone, away from this bloody feud between werewolves - they are safe for the time being.

That's the key.

That's what he wants.

Caiodis glanced around, just in time to catch a glimpse of a few werewolves who turned their heads to look in the direction where the two girls had disappeared, and shouted:

"Hey, that's not going to work!"

Then, he took the dagger in his hand and slashed down, making a cut on his arm, and blood was dripping with blood.

"Look here, look at it!"

He yelled, waving his wounded arm defiantly, flicking his own blood at the wolves. It's like wearing a bright red cloak and dancing in front of an angry bull.

"Your opponent is me!"

He made himself the target of public criticism.

The smell of blood was imprinted in the werewolves' minds, and primal desires began to boil under their skin. In their barren little brains, the "interest" in the two girls, the "anger" at the death of the leader, and the "mission" in this place are gone. All that remains is the desire for flesh and blood.

Running, hunting, preying, their nature and instinct dominate their bodies.

Wild, unleashed.

"Ahh

The werewolves rushed up in unison, in all directions, and there was no way to escape. Their black, hairy bodies are as strong as little Tank, enough to crush all those who don't know what to do. Caiodis couldn't count the exact number of them, maybe fifteen, maybe more, but in short, it was definitely not a number he could handle alone.

And there is no need for him to be stupid to "deal with it".

"That's what it sounds like!"

Caiodis glanced at them and smiled contemptuously. It didn't take them more than two seconds to rush in front of him and tear him apart, but before he could do so, he jumped to a height that a normal human would never have reached, and then hung a branch above his head with one hand, away from the ground.

The first few werewolves couldn't stop the car, and they hit each other fiercely, hitting each other. The rest leaped to their feet, trying to grab his dangling feet and pull him down. Others, who had found a nearby tree and rushed up to climb to get his head.

As if playing with a horizontal bar, Caiodis swayed a few times, avoiding the first few paws, and then, with the strength of his arms, climbed to the top of the branch, and stood up with one hand on the trunk beside him.

By this time, some of the werewolves who had started to climb the tree had already broken their branches and fallen back to the ground. Caiodis turned his head to glance at the clumsy posture of the werewolves who had climbed the tree, and the crumbling, creaking branches, and then whistled briskly, took a big stride, and jumped onto the next branch.

He just jumped on the ground, stepping on the branches of the trees, and ran up the treetops, nimble like a seasoned ninja. The werewolf below could only stare dryly, gasping for breath, and watch him run away, but there was nothing he could do—he couldn't touch a single hair with a jumping claw blow, and it was an impossible task to climb a tree.

For Caiodis, the trees here are fragile enough to be extremely lucky. These delicate branches could not support the weight of the werewolves, and the small space in the canopy could not accommodate their giants. The only one who could shuttle through this green canopy was Caiodis who had not been transformed.

For the first time in his life, he, a big man as tall as 1.96 meters, took advantage of being as small and flexible as a monkey.

This was his plan.

If he were to become a werewolf, Caiodis would certainly be stronger than any of the black furry werewolves here. The Icewolf in the north is the strongest of all werewolves, and one-on-one heads-up can be said to be invincible in the universe, with no opponent.

But this would cause him to lose the flexibility of his human body, as well as his intellect and rationality as a human being, and instead choose to engage his enemies head-on, like those fools under the tree. If it's a heads-up, he believes he can take out any of them, one two, one three, or even one five, and he can do it without falling behind.

But right now, there are more than a dozen enemies, and he is alone, no matter how brave he is, he is always a lone tiger and a group of monkeys.

In this way, he can only change his mind and look for a way to win, or at least save his own life, without changing his body.

This human body, in terms of strength and speed, and the sharpness of its claws and teeth, is far inferior to that of a werewolf. In a flat race, within 100 meters, he will definitely be overtaken, and in a head-to-head fight, even the weakest werewolf can easily kill him as long as he completes his transformation.

But from another point of view, he is lighter, smaller, and more dexterous than the transformed werewolf, which means that some of the little horns that he can drill and climb up will not be able to get by by anyway.

Analytical, on a tree.

"What's the matter, big guys, where did all the energy go?"

Keodis jumps up the tree and taunts at the same time. The werewolves below were so angry that their faces were crooked, and the killing intent broke through the pair of shiny red pupils, turning into blood and tears, which were dazzling. Endless anger and bloodthirsty lust mingled in their bodies, and the chemical reaction was normal, turning into pure madness, blowing up the bulging muscles like balloons. Next, even if a werewolf suddenly blew itself up on the spot, Keodis would not be surprised.

"That's right......"

Caiodis thought to himself.

"Keep getting angry, keep going crazy, never come back to your senses, and in this way, I'm going to win!"

That's his second advantage.

The wolves are leaderless, but a rabble. And the head wolf who commanded the team, commanding the wolves, was coldly chopped to death by him as early as the beginning. If that guy is still alive, the mood of the wolves will be stabilized, and under its instructions, effective tactics will be adopted to outflank and intercept the turtle in the urn, and Lotus and Merry will definitely not be able to escape.

Now, they don't care about the two girls who are far away in the sky at all, and they don't cooperate with each other at all, they just rely on their brains and blood to do things impulsively. Wherever Caiodis ran, they followed, and always took him from the tree.

"It's not hard at all......"

A sly smile appeared on Caiodis' face.

He stood tall and looked far farther than the red-eyed werewolves. From his position, Caiodis could faintly see that some distance ahead was the end of the forest, and at the same time, the end of the flat land.

There was a cliff there, and it was Caiodis who realized this and ran in that direction even more resolutely.

With the speed and weight of these werewolves under their feet, even if they found that cliff, it was impossible to stop immediately, and it was a high probability event to rush down the cliff by inertia. What's more, they were already carried away by rage, and there was nothing in their eyes but Caiodis.

Of course, Caiodis didn't expect to be able to solve all the pursuers with such a small trick, only a small number of werewolves fell off the cliff, and for him, it was enough.

After climbing the mountain for an afternoon, he still had an idea of the height of the hillside. Because of this, he knew that the cliffs here would not be too high, and it was unlikely that a thick-skinned werewolf would fall to his death. No, there is no need to fall to your death, the cliff will divide the wolves in two, those who fall down, and those who remain on the mountain.

When that time comes, Caiodis will not hesitate to jump off the cliff.

He will complete the transformation on the way down, and as soon as he lands, he will eliminate the small number of werewolves who fell off the cliff. Then turn around and wait for the werewolf on the top of the hill to jump down. If you come down to one, he will kill one, and his paw is not vegetarian.

At the end of the day, running away is not his style. He's also a werewolf, and he also has the blood of beasts, and he just wants to find a "fair match" environment.

Now, here's your chance.

There were five trees to go from the cliff, and the wolves behind him had no intention of slowing down, everything was in Caiodis' plan, and his claws were almost coming out of his fingers.

At this moment, a wail disrupted his thoughts.

"Woo-woo-"

The sound was full of pain, and both Caiodis and the werewolf who was chasing him stopped and looked back at the source of the voice.

It was the last werewolf in the pack, the slowest runner. Now, it was kneeling on the ground, its body engulfed in flames.

"Although I have no grievances with you......

A tall, thin, long-haired man dressed in black stood beside the flaming werewolf, pressing its head with one hand. His voice was low and hoarse, without a trace of anger or emotion, cold as a killing machine.

"But, since the master wants you to die. Word for word, he said clearly, "Then you must die." ”