Caesar's knowledge of both the spiny lion and the dire wolf was limited, so he was unable to find the Achilles' heel of the other party and carry out targeted attacks.

But there was one thing he knew.

That is, as an animal population with a social structure level, it is obvious that the head wolf acts according to the orders of the leader, and it can be seen that the role of the head wolf in the dire wolf pack is like the CPU of a computer, once this part is completely destroyed, the wolf pack will inevitably fall into a state of paralysis, and it is impossible to form an effective offensive array again in a short time.

Although he didn't know if killing the head wolf would succeed in driving the wolves back, or even the possibility of causing a dire wolf to go berserk in turn, Caesar knew very well that it was much easier to kill a pack of headless flies than to deal with a group of soldiers who were in an orderly manner.

So he had already made a decision in the flash of lightning: to avoid the thick-skinned thorntail lion for the time being, and kill the dire leader first.

"Whew."

At the same moment that Caesar rampage into the wolves, the Dire Wolf King also saw the new black dragon cub, and soon, the clever head wolf sensed his intentions, raised his head and let out a long wolf howl, ordering the wolves to move closer with him as the center.

Caesar was skeptical of the dire species' sensitivity to pain, because the male wolf in front of him was completely fearless to death, even if they were torn out of their waist and abdomen and their bones were broken, their attack would not stop in the slightest, and only when the neck pillar was broken and completely dead, these guys would stop.

This appearance made Caesar think of the zombie dog in the movie in his previous life, and his heart sank, and he became more and more determined to kill the head wolf as soon as possible.

Fortunately, his stupid brothers finally woke up at this moment, understood Caesar's intentions, and immediately shook off the spiny-tailed lion that was entangled with him, and ran towards the inner circle of the wolves.

The head wolf paced, and it was obvious that Caesar was different from the other two black dragon cubs, the scales of this young dragon were not as hard as his age, and the strength and speed were stronger, and ordinary dire wolves could not bite his scales at all, so they could only rely on the superiority of numbers, and went forward to wear down his physical strength.

It can't go on like this, it can't let the three young dragons converge, that would put the wolves at an absolute disadvantage, and it would put itself in danger.

"Whew."

The head wolf once again gave the order to support the wolves.

The wolves acted quickly, and Caesar in the fight suddenly felt the pressure relaxed, and couldn't help but look up, and found that there were no dense male wolves in front of him, and all the dire wolves had been transferred to Garon and Blackxia, who had come to support him, and only the head wolf with a huge neck scar on his neck was left in front of him, looking at him coldly.

"Poof, poof......"

At this time, Caesar noticed the slight tremor of Mizuzawa, and his narrow ears moved, and he immediately knew that two thorn-tailed lions were rushing towards him.

The head wolf set his sights on Caesar, trying to entangle him, wait for the thorn-tailed lion to arrive, and together they will strangle the most powerful young dragon.

What a clever wolf......

Caesar knew that a magically incompetent creature like the dire could only be regarded as a predator in the lower layers of the pyramid in this world, but its unique survival wisdom could not help but be amazing, and at this moment, the head wolf's judgment of danger was not even inferior to that of humans.

Well, let's duel!

Caesar gritted his teeth and looked carefully at the dire leader in front of him.

Its limbs are thick and short, and its muscles are bulging, which makes this type of wolf not very fast, but it is much more powerful than other wolves, perhaps comparable to that of a male lion.

The wolf's inverted triangular head is a few points larger than that of a normal direwolf, the bumps on its jaw are more prominent, showing a powerful bite, and its inverted hair indicates that it is ready to pounce at any moment.

At the speed of the Thorntail Lion, I am afraid that it will be less than fifteen seconds to join the battlefield, and the time is pressing, and Caesar's head is racing the offensive line.

In the world of the jungle, any mistake is fatal, and he only has one chance!

Once the attack fails and the Thorntail arrives to join the battlefield, the situation will be reversed, and the exhausted dragons will have no choice but to abandon the water and leave with their tails between their legs.

Come on.

On the calm shallow water, a dark shadow suddenly flew by, and after Caesar, the lake turned up.

He did his best, and before the ordinary dire could react, he had already rushed to the head wolf, and at this moment he roared, relying on his genetically modified body to twist his inertia, chasing the dire wolf who subconsciously turned his head sideways to dodge, and the claws of the forelimbs flashed with cold light across its neck.

After this set of movements, Caesar felt that he had exhausted all his strength, but nevertheless, he had to run again and pull away.

Because, the spiny lion behind him had already arrived, and the green slime almost hit his body.

Looking back, the high-pitched roar of the dire wolf leader almost sent the wolves into a rage, but it only took a few moments for the clever head wolf to stagger back a few steps before falling with a thud, blood pouring out of his neck like a spring.

The hunt in the real animal world will never be what Caesar saw on TV in his previous life, with powerful heavy drum music, slowing down countless times in slow motion, in the flying splash of water and smoke.

The real hunt is only in a split second.

Three seconds is the distance between life and death experienced by the leader of the dire wolf, and when Caesar rushes up, the head wolf has tried his best to react to dodge and prepare to counterattack, but the braking ability of the young dragon is simply counterintuitive-

Caesar came to a halt, twisted his body, and redirected his attack, his claws eventually digging into the wolf's fur and skin, tearing off its carotid artery.

It worked.

Caesar looked at the dire leader who had fallen to the ground, took a deep breath, and roared at the other predators in the pool.

A shrill cry like metal grinding reached the hills, and it was the first time he had made such a sound.

"Roar!!

Now it was time to demonstrate, and when Caesar's roar was heard, Garon and Blackthea also stood up and roared, and for a moment the high-frequency dragon roar echoed in the water.

The remaining dire wolves winced and let out a whimper of frustration, the doom was assured, and without looking at the corpse of the dead leader, they trotted away from the water and headed out of the hills.

The two spiny-tailed lions let out a menacing roar, but they were immediately yelled back by the dragons, who knew that although the dragon cubs would not be able to kill them for a while, it would be difficult for them to defeat the three dragons without their help.

The spiny-tailed lion slowly stepped back, relinquishing ownership of the territory, and the other hyenas, leopards, and others scattered as birds and beasts.

"This place is ours."

Caesar opened his mouth and gasped twice, a muffled grunt came out of his nose, then bit down on the body of the dire leader and swallowed it heavily.