The raindrops fell unhindered from the clouds, and Thor had to reach out and wipe his face over and over again, wiping away the droplets of water from his face, and then let the next wave of rain flow spontaneously. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Grey Wind's explanation seemed to work, and the restless wolf king finally didn't slap the wolf cub away again, but hesitated to wander in place.

It flapped its big fluffy tail, swaying it back and forth, shaking its huge wolf head, and staring at Thor and the others with a pair of dark green eyes, unabashedly radiating a strong killing intent.

This is a wolf king who is desperate for his prey, but it hesitates. Thor thought that perhaps it had already known that the prey standing in front of the wolves was the savior of Greywind, which obviously put the arrogant wolf king in conflict.

Thor couldn't understand what the wolf was thinking, and he could only do his best to survive.

Kratos and Morey's assistance seemed to be out of reach for the time being, and Thor suddenly thought of something he had forgotten for a long time, the summoning system that had helped him summon Kratos and Diana!

Open the invisible summoning interface, Thor quietly looked to the upper left, behind the white dove sign representing the faith value of the data, a big number 1080 is written, it seems that during this time, with the construction of Thor to the tribe, his prestige has increased, and the recognition of the clansmen has brought him more faith points.

Under the huge summon button on the interface, the white dove logo reads a long string of numbers: 1000.

"If you can summon another fierce man like Kratos, you will be more sure of dealing with the wolves. Thor secretly thought in his heart that now that the matter was over, he could only give it a go.

No longer hesitating, in his consciousness, he suddenly pressed the big summon button, and then a white light flashed.

In the field covered by a cloudy sky, a white light suddenly flashed, and the wolves, Bertha and the others were all startled.

Thor looked expectantly at the figure vaguely outlined in the white light, "Come on, mighty warrior, it must be a mighty warrior—"

He clasped his hands together, rubbing his fingers together faster and faster, faster and faster, the whole process was only a few seconds, and Thor felt as if he had said it a thousand times, "Please, it must be a powerful warrior."

The white light dissipated, and in the astonished gaze of Bertha and Pompeii, there appeared in front of everyone's eyes a rickety old man, the old man was dressed in rags, wearing what seemed to be some kind of linen cloth, wrapped around his body, but it was not tight, very thin, revealing patches of black skin on his body.

He was small and did not seem to be as tall as Morey, and the skin on his face was also black, and there were pockmarks, and his face was full of wrinkles and folds like a piece of parchment, and his head was bare and hairless, and the whole person looked like a wrinkled little old man.

The old man carried a sleek black-brown wooden cane in his hand, the body of which was slender, the handle was round and thick and easy to grasp, and there was a gloomy smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth were like a motley old vulture with carrion in his mouth.

Thor Truth gave himself a big mouth, he was now very sure that he was a peerless crow's mouth, and whenever he summoned such an old man who seemed to be full of wealth, he would be very welcome, and the tribe was now short of intellectuals.

But today, in the heavy rain, on the farmland, and surrounded by wolves, this kind of summoning is really the worst result, this old man can't be a warrior anyway, so not only can he not help Thor deal with the wolves, but he needs him to protect him!

"Eh......" sighed, Thor shook his head and didn't know what expression to make, the first time he met the wolves was himself, Pompeii and Diana, and then there was a drag bottle Bertha, and then the reinforcements he hoped to summon became an old man who needed his protection in turn.

"It's a back...... Saul sighed inwardly.

"Looks like you're my new master......" The hoarse voice sounded, like a broken bellows, and the old man turned slowly and looked directly at Thor.

The gray pupils are more like the eyes of a dead man, showing no emotion, like an old zombie.

"I think so...... But forget about the master or something, I don't care too much about this ......" Sol replied stubbornly, it was a pleasure to be called master by a young and lovely beautiful maid, but to be called master by an old man who was as gloomy as a zombie - Sol was not so heavy.

It was only a few seconds from the appearance of the old man to the end, and everyone was still immersed in the sudden flash of white light and did not come back to his senses, although Thor was speechless, he could only open the hero card interface of the system with the last glimmer of hope, hoping that the old man would be a transformed warrior or something.

Once again, however, he was disappointed.

I saw that on the hero card interface, there was an extra skeletal old man after Kratos and Diana, and Thor clicked in with his mind, only to see the message box that popped up read:

[Kazibah is a witch doctor, a witch doctor from a barbarian background.

No one knows exactly what this profession does, and no one knows exactly what Kaziba did in his life, some say that he has lived countless lives and healed countless warriors in his tribe, while others say that he is a demon who will conduct the most vicious and horrific experiments in no one else.

Strange medical treatments, evil cults, and deadly poisons, Kazibah is always a mystery like his professional witch doctor]

"Well, it's a doctor, and it looks like a doctor on the side of the villain. Saul stroked his forehead and wiped the rain from his face again, and before he knew it, the rain seemed to have become lighter, and with his last hope, he tentatively asked Kazba:

"Mr. Kaziba...... Look at the current situation, is there any way to ......?"

"-" The old man grinned at the corners of his thin mouth and said with a grim smile: "Kill these beasts? Of course there is a way for my master." ”

"What! really!?" Thor stared at him in disbelief, and the wolf king, who had come to his senses, began to be restless again, and the smell of Kaziba made it very unhappy, and the wolf king stared at the crowd for the first time in his life, perhaps for the first time in his life.

The wolves were around, baring their teeth as if they were ready to pounce on them at any moment and tear them apart.

"Of course it's true, master, ahem......" Kaziba was not in a hurry, he bent his waist, coughed a few times as if he was not in good health, and continued gloomily:

"It's just going to take a few months for me to concoct the poison, if it's some other means......"

Thor rolled his eyes, almost not falling to the ground, are you kidding me? It's still a few months, and it's hard to say if you can live until a few months from now.

Shaking his head, knowing that he couldn't count on Kazbah, Thor clenched his fists, it seems that in the end it will be solved by fighting, and he can only hope that Kratos and Morey will find out that something is wrong as soon as possible and bring someone over to support.