The warriors shed their sweat, blood, and faith in the thrilling battle, and the fight against the wolves never stopped.

Blood stains the earth red, this is no longer a race of stones and spears, and the wolf's ability to fight is like a well-trained army.

Even if none of the people present were easy to match, in the face of the wolves with tactical cooperation, they could only be embarrassed by the counterattack of the wolves when they were caught off guard.

Far away from the spectators, all the spectators panicked at the sudden turn of events, which, according to their king, must have been separated from the pack and had no prey for the wolf.

But the current fact is that the wolves are not only not a rabble without a wolf leader, but also an old wolf with a hundred battles and wisdom as the head wolf to lead the wolf pack.

It was at this critical juncture that the king not only did not send troops to support, but instead raised his glass of wine and watched this tragic battle as a good show.

If it were in Huaxia, I am afraid that all the civil and military officials present would be detached from the emperor, but the problem is that it is Ulster who is stepping on the horse here - a warrior who will be covered in blue martial arts if he does not fight for a day!

Far from being condemned by the people for his cold-blooded ignorance, the king's cold-blooded ignorance was misinterpreted as a sign that the king trusted the warriors and therefore did not send troops to help.

This is also the reason why Qi Wuce would rather sell his family business and run to the barren land of the north to start from scratch - he would rather spend his time educating the barbarians in the remote north than stay with a group of Ulsters whose tyrannical ideas have been ingrained in his mind.

There was no support, and the warriors were not afraid, the horse was bitten to death and jumped out of the chariot and rushed into the wolves, and the belly was cut by the wolf's claws and continued to fight with the wolves.

The fragile spear is not enough to defend against the wolf's minions, but the warriors are so powerful that even if they use the spear as a disposable club, they can make the attacking wolf die if they touch it.

A strong man like Fergus, the chariot he drove had been dismantled from his horse, and his tall and burly body was matched with the unrivaled divine power in that body, and the huge chariot was simply retracted and released by Fergus.

Among the wolves, Fergus was like a humanoid meat grinder, and none of the wild wolves who dared to approach his side could leave an intact corpse, dwarfed by any other warriors present with Fergus.

"Everyone! Approach me! ”

Fergus roared, and the chariot in his hand slammed down on the ground, the force that shook the mountain and smashed on the ground, and the impact that rose shattered all the wild wolves in the vicinity.

Ulster's original king was Fergus, and although he was later deceived from the throne because of a woman, he still has an unquestionable leadership temperament.

At this time, at the sound of an order, the soldiers did not hesitate to fight and retreat, and gradually approached with Fergus as the center.

Fergus used the momentum of a leader to intimidate all the warriors, but he didn't know that because of his actions, the heart of a certain king was completely cold.

Since ancient times, the ruthless emperor, the king who has been bewitched by power and lost his emotions, has not been a scarce breed since ancient times, and Concierber is in this case.

As the king of Ulster, how could Concierge not worry about Fergus, even though Fergus never showed covetousness for Ulster's throne, but the other party was the former king of Ulster, and it was only because of his mother's strategy that he won the throne.

Knowing people and knowing faces but not hearts, if it weren't for Fergus's strong force and excellent reputation in Ulster, Concierber would have been assassinating Fergus a long time ago.

Now that Fergus is once again showing the courage of a king, Concierber can't laugh at the matter anyway.

A conspiracy was already hatching in his mind that would ruin Fergus's reputation.

Cu Chulainn, who had changed into a wolf skin far from the battlefield and improved his breath, had quietly infiltrated the wolves, and the camouflage technique he had learned from Qi Wuce had made him easily blend into the wolves, as if he was one of the wolves wearing a layer of wolf skin.

Cú Chulainn, who had been far away from the battlefield from the beginning, noticed that the wolves were strange, because of the presence of a wolf, almost the entire Iwan Plain was approaching here, and from time to time one or two new wolves would be added to the pack.

According to Cú Chulainn's speculation, it was not long before a large number of wild wolves would join the battle following the cry of the first wolf, and at that time, even if he was soft-handed, it would be impossible to slaughter the entire plain.

Therefore, venturing into the wolf pack, finding the control of all the wolves, and killing them, is the only way out at present.

Cú Chulainn had never thought of asking the king to send reinforcements to help, after all, if Concierb wanted to do so, a large army would have come here to help in the battle at such a close distance from the capital city of Iwan.

Educated by Qi Wuce's thoughts, and aided by the retelling of Cúchulainn's mother, Dectel, who had experienced all kinds of things, the current Cúthalyn did not have a good sense of Concierber, the current king of Ulster.

The nose followed the scent, and the scarlet eyes hidden beneath the wolf's skin in the midst of the wolves watched the movements of each wolf, and even the most seasoned hunter could not match a single hair of Cúchulainn.

Got it! The guy who takes the lead!

Familiar with the way, he tracked the voice of the first wolf among the wolves, and it was a fellow who looked indistinguishable from other wild wolves.

It was only the moment he saw that Cú Chulainn understood that this wolf was a cunning man who was very good at hiding himself, a cunning man who had achieved the status of the first wolf in a pack of wolves that governed the law of the jungle by virtue of his wisdom alone.

Cú Chulainn didn't dare to get too close, so he had to rely on a special stealth method to hide among the wolves, for fear that his movements would alarm the head wolf, who was always on the alert.

For nine years, Qi Wuce had never taken the initiative to teach him martial arts, and all his fighting methods so far were a summary of the skills he had developed in the battle with Qi Wuce.

He has no fear in one-on-one combat, but once he is encircled, attacks from all sides will inevitably make him scramble for a while, and the commotion will definitely alarm the head wolf.

So, he needed a chance, one big enough to mess up the wolves, enough for him to take advantage of the opportunity to burst in.

Cú Chulainn was not worried about whether this opportunity would arise, and he looked not far away, where the warriors led by Fergus were fighting the wolves.

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