While the queen was worried about Dowell, the guy she was worried about was a little confused. Because Dowell was walking with a group of werewolves at the moment, and he still looked so ...... Harmonious.

I guess the people who entered the pyramid this time would be shocked to stare off the beads when they saw this scene. The natives here seem to be very hostile to these outsiders, and once they encounter them, they will do it without saying a word. From the time they came to this jungle world until now, there has been a battle in all corners of the jungle, and I don't know how many people have died by this time, how many natives and how many outsiders among them.

After one or two battles, the surviving outsiders are all dormant, although they are not afraid of the natives here, but the natives represent the advantage of numbers and geography, and it is pointless to fight with them to defeat both sides. What's more, their enemies here are not only natives, but also each other.

But there is one exception to these outsiders, and that is Dowell. Not only was he not attacked when he met this group of werewolf natives, but the werewolves even worshipped him as a god, and finally made more frequent gestures to invite him to go with them.

Then Dowell was surrounded by dozens of werewolves with a sad face, and walked all the way to the werewolf gathering place - not that he didn't want to escape, but that he couldn't beat these dozens of strong, huge werewolves. Even if he stands on tiptoe, he can only reach the position of other people's chests, how can this gap in stature be broken? And these werewolves are also refusing to let him go, they have to pull him together, what can he do?

Fortunately, he didn't feel any hostility towards these werewolves, it seemed that they really just wanted to invite him as a guest, and Dowell, who was really forced to be helpless, finally decided to follow the werewolves to see after thinking about it again, so there was a scene where he was surrounded by a large group of werewolves on the road.

The werewolf gathering place is not far from here, and it seems that the natives here only operate near their own ethnic range, which explains why the monkeys and queens will kill more and more after encountering those natives, because the base camp of the people is next to it. And the two people like 11 and 13 fought directly in close combat after encountering the natives, unlike the roar of the monkeys, so they did not attract a large number of natives.

The gathering place of werewolves, to put it bluntly, is actually a large open space, there are no barracks, and there is no imaginary village model, only thousands of werewolves are crowded here, and the smell is terrible. Next to the clearing, there is a mountain that is not very high, and the mountain is densely packed with caves, and those with dense phobias will definitely not be able to stand it just by looking at it. These caves are probably the dwellings of these werewolves, so it seems that the werewolves should be cavemen, but I don't know how they dug holes in such a hard mountain.

Below the mountain was a vast meadow, where hundreds or thousands of werewolves were huddled together, sitting upright and not knowing what they were doing.

When Dowell came in with the group of werewolves who had brought him all the way, the other werewolves in the gathering area looked at him one after another, and for some reason, Dowell always felt that these werewolves looked at him with a sense of schadenfreude.

The group of werewolves who led the way hugged Dowell all the way towards the center where the werewolves gathered, and the werewolves who were originally sitting in front of them also got up to make way for them. They didn't communicate with each other, and the whole atmosphere was silent, even a little weird.

After walking some way through the werewolves, Dowell finally saw a bonfire burning in the center of the front, roasting the corpses of unknown creatures. In addition, next to the campfire, there were several werewolves who looked like leaders and the like, kneeling respectfully behind a little white dog gnawing on their hearts......

Wait a minute!

Little white dog?!

Dowell rubbed his eyes, opened his eyes and looked again, Huo Di blurted out, "Xiaobai?!"

"Huh?" Xiao Bai, who was happily gnawing on his heart, looked up suspiciously, and after seeing Dowell, the corners of Xiao Bai's mouth immediately opened, revealing a very humane smile, and then raised a paw to beckon him, and called happily: "Yiyo." ”

The corners of Dowell's mouth twitched fiercely.

All right......

All right.

Little White ......

He finally knew why the werewolves looked at him with a sense of schadenfreude just now, and finally understood why the werewolves who brought him over wanted him to come with him, but they didn't want to hurt him. The fairy tales that were influenced by his psychic abilities were all lies, and the truth was that he was fucking used as a sacrifice to Xiaobai by this group of goods. The werewolves worshipped him before, so it was probably a ritual before the sacrifice was served......

Thinking of this result, Dowell wanted to cry. He didn't expect that one day he would be put on the table by a group of werewolves, and happily give it to Xiaobai to "eat".

What's wrong with this world?

Dowell didn't know that he was not the only one who was tragic, because Liudao was now also very sad to be set up like a pig by a group of centaur monsters, and carried it back all the way.

If the giants of the dark world knew about this scene, they would probably all laugh out of their big teeth. Famous for his demonic IQ in the dark world, the chief thinker Liudao, who calculates the fate of people who don't pay for their lives, will one day be reduced to being carried away like a pig, and probably everyone who knows will applaud it.

However, Liudao, who was the person concerned, did not show panic at this time, not only was he not frightened, but he looked around very calmly and even with some curiosity, sometimes looking at the centaur monsters who were carrying him, sometimes looking around, and a pair of eyes hidden behind his glasses flashed with wisdom.

"Centaurs. Liudao muttered in a low voice, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, revealing a meaningful smile: "Is that really the case......"

Then he looked up at the not-so-dazzling "sun" in the sky, then at the surrounding jungle, and muttered, "It seems that this is the 'forsaken land of the gods', so the legendary 'key' should also be here......, right?" It's an artificial sun, and it's amazing. ”

At this time, Liudao did not have the slightest consciousness of being a prisoner, but instead judged this place. Just listening to the meaning of his words, it seems that he still knows some secrets about this place.

In the middle of enjoying the "scenery" of Liudao, the gathering place of centaurs has arrived unconsciously.

Unlike werewolves, werewolves are burrowing creatures, while centaurs are housedwellers. However, they live in a "house", but in fact, it cannot be regarded as a house strictly speaking. The "house" of these centaurs is to cut down the trunks of trees, then cross them up to reveal only one gap, and then spread some dry leaves or something on top of them, and then they can move in. It can only be said that this is a very simple canopy to build a canopy, even the rain can't stop it, and a strong wind can blow it down directly, but it does already have a rough prototype of the house.

In the gathering place of centaurs, there are still a lot of such "houses", and as far as the eye can see, there is a large area of dense crowding, but the arrangement looks a little messy.

When the centaurs came in carrying Liudao, the camp was in chaos, and from time to time there were bursts of exclamations, mixed with an abrupt voice. It's abrupt because the voice speaks eagle language, which is out of place with the centaurs around who can only "woo", "wow", and "oh".

I heard the man who spoke in Eagle language shouting, "Idiot, you? I've told you eighteen hundred times, it's a lighter, a lighter! It's not like those two stones...... Stupid, stupid! You said you can't smash it! Are you trying to piss me off?!...... You're not horses, you're pigs!"

When he heard this voice, Liudao couldn't help but be a little surprised, and even more surprised. Trying to suppress his neck, he looked in the direction where the sound came from, and sure enough, he saw a white-haired human pointing in the middle of a group of centaurs, and he was even more angry and jumped up and down.

Liudao blinked his eyes and called, "Heavenly burial?!"

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