Seeing the familiar scene, Sherlock ran to Lupin's side with the still sleeping Kodek.

"Nalono, it seems that you lost this game, according to the agreement, let us go." Lupin was very calm at the moment, and his heart was indeed more nervous, he was a werewolf himself, and naturally knew that it was not a simple matter to get the other party to abide by the agreement.

But maybe this werewolf leader is really old, or maybe it's for Lupin's sake, Nalono hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Since you won, the prey will naturally be at your disposal, but Lupin, don't you really think about it?" ”

Naturally, to become the new tribal leader, Sherlock always felt that the relationship between the two was not so simple.

"I still want to be able to pursue my ...... Be careful. Before Lupin could finish his sentence, he suddenly shouted loudly.

It's just that this reminder is a little late after all.

A silver dagger shrouded in black light had pierced Nalno's heart, and her bodily functions were instantly destroyed by her magical powers.

And the owner of the dagger is none other than a male werewolf behind him.

"Fenrir, why?" The dying werewolf asked in disbelief, how could the other party have been so worshipful of her and even willing to give his life for her......

"Isn't the fate of beasts to kill and be killed, if you say that you have to give a reason." Fenrir paused for a moment, then showed a crazy expression, "Then as you said, you are old, the old man has forgotten the divine will of Heli (Marat's name in the Supreme Forest area), old enough to want this freak to inherit the position of leader, I, Fenrir Greyback, will not let the werewolf tribe become a slave for humans, I will lead the tribe to rule the entire eastern part of the Supreme Forest again." ”

Eh, hearing this, Sherlock probably already understood what was going on, but there was really no explosion in such a bloody plot, and he also wanted to say that when it came to ruling the eastern part of the Supreme Forest, did you ask Tulang (the leader of the Treants).

But soon, he was not in the mood to watch the drama and complain.

"Kill them for me." Fenrir let out a wild laugh, and most of the werewolves around him were in a state of confusion, and only a few rushed forward.

But in this small part, there are more than fifty.

"Sherlock, I'm in charge of covering, you take Kodek with you, run as far as you can." Lupin turned his head and spoke, and he took full werewolf form.

Sherlock didn't ask you what to do, and the other party was clearly ready to sacrifice when he said that.

In fact, at this moment, he really wanted to say that he would cover up, after all, he was a player, and it didn't matter if he died, and Lupin, as a very important NPC and Newt's good friend, didn't want the other party to die like this.

It's just that these attributes are all werewolves with question marks, and it is estimated that the weakest one can catch him in one second, and he doesn't have this qualification even if he wants to cover.

Fortunately, the strength of Lupin, who was in full form, was obviously much stronger than the surroundings, and the werewolves who rushed up were slapped away one by one, and they rushed out of an escape path with Sherlock.

"A bunch of trash." Seeing the battle below, Fenrir finally couldn't help but make a move, chased after him in a few big strides, and knocked Lupin out with just one punch.

"Lupin, you're still as useless as you were when you were a child, and only garbage like you will wag your tail and beg for mercy from humans, and garbage shouldn't live in this world of the jungle."

At this moment, surrounded by a group of werewolves, Sherlock also cut off any hope of escaping, and without Lupin's cover and queen, he could not escape from the other party's pursuit at all.

"Fenrir, humanity is not all as dirty as you say, my companion and I have traveled around Feren and have seen more love and beauty, and the joy of these two things can never be compared to bloody killing." Lupin clutched his chest, but still said confidently.

Just by mouthing, it was obviously impossible to convince these werewolves, Fenrir showed a cruel smile and said disdainfully: "You actually talked about love and beauty with a beast, haha, hahaha-"

"Even if you don't approve of me, why do you have to kill Nalono, the abyss breath on that dagger, have you walked with those demons." The sadness hidden in Lupin's words could be heard even by a selfish person like Sherlock.

Obviously, Naronor is not just a transformer and a tribal leader for Lupin.

"Oh, you found out, but I'm not interested in explaining it to the dead." With a flick of Fenrir's hand, four silver bone claws popped out of the back of his hand and walked slowly.

"Whew-"

Just when Sherlock thought that he was doomed, a loud birdsong suddenly came, and when he looked up, he saw a figure falling straight from above.

With a bang, the wind and dust dissipated, revealing a silver-haired woman, just looking at the slightly embarrassed appearance, it seemed that she had just gone through a big battle.

"Lupin, I shouldn't be late, and you, druid, we're meeting again."

"Lord Dove, you've just come at the right time."

"Lord Dove." The hearty laughter and heroic face, Sherlock still remembers, it seems that Illie Ryan said that it is true, the two sides met again, but I don't know if the sloppy moon elf is here.

"At a young age, what to learn from them, just call me Dover." The female ranger obviously didn't take the werewolves around her seriously, and was still in the mood to entangle the question of the name, and then turned back and said seriously.

"Werewolf, I don't mean to kill, but I'm not afraid of any provocation."

Hearing Doph's warning, the deranged Fenrir had to calm down and think about it.

The Chosen Ones of Mystra, one of the Seven Sisters of the Northlands, and the legendary Ranger, the name of Resrua of the Blade is known even to the werewolves who live in the High Forest.

But how could Dove appear here, according to the plan, even if those demon-descended day elves can't kill her, they shouldn't let the other party rush over to help, or ......

"Looks like you're bent on stopping us." Dover pressed his hands on the scimitar at his waist and snapped again.

Seeing the other party's aggressive tone and fearless eyes, Fenrir finally chose to compromise and led people to get out of the way, he didn't dare to gamble with his life.

"Let's go!"

Sherlock slowly walked out of the werewolf tribe after Doph, then mounted his Thestrals and flew with the Thunderbird.

"Back to Redwoods......" flew into the air, and as soon as Dove spat out the words, his eyes closed and he passed out on the back of the Thunderbird.