"You ......"

The other horse-faced man's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at his companion whose throat had been bitten through and had lost his life.

Stretched out a trembling finger and pointed at the bloodthirsty rock dog at the corner of his mouth, wanting to say something, but it was like a fish in his throat.

He chewed a piece of bloody minced meat from the bearded man's body twice at will, swallowed it with a "grunt", and the rock dog's glowing green eyes looked at the horse-faced man.

"Hmph, you son of a son still has some skills, and you can pretend to be dead."

Swept away by the rock dog's gaze, the horse-faced man also came back to his senses, sneered, raised the shotgun in his hand and aimed at the rock dog.

Before, it was just a shock that there was a rock dog who dared to resist, and he also killed one of his companions.

However, he will not have any pity and fear, and the rock dogs he shot and killed add up to dozens, which is as simple as pinching an ant to death.

As for the bearded man, who cares if he lives or dies? If you die, you just have one less person to share the money.

"Bump—"

Tongues of fire spewed out, and bullets sprang out of the barrel and hit the rock, sending a burst of sparks.

After so many years of mixing, the horse-faced man will not panic because of a mistake in a shot, he did not have a trace of panic, skillfully loaded, and then aimed at the rock dog that was galloping close again.

The flames erupted again, with a whimper and a muffled sound that he didn't have to look to know that it must have hit the target.

In the next second, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and he instinctively raised the shotgun in his hand to resist, but it was bitten to pieces by the black light from the mouth of the rock dog.

"Smack!"

The shotgun shattered into parts fell from the horse-faced man's hand and fell to the ground in pieces, as well as the horse-faced man's hot heart.

A blood hole the size of a bowl appeared in his heart, and warm blood spurted out like a fountain, and the flesh and blood inside were still wriggling.

The heart that was originally beating was still half of it still hanging there at the moment, and the flesh and blood that had been bitten were blurred.

The horse-faced man looked down at his almost pierced heart, and then looked at the mouth chewing half of his heart, and the bright red blood continued to drip from the corner of his mouth to the ground, like a rock dog like a hellhound.

He couldn't even feel the pain, he just felt that his eyes were getting darker and darker, and the last thought before he collapsed was, how could I capsize in the gutter and die under a dog's mouth?

Swallow the crumbled half of the heart in your mouth, and your mouth is full of blood.

The fur of the rock dog was stained bright red with the blood spurted by the horse-faced man, and his eyes were filled with suffocating hatred.

He coldly glanced at the corpses of the bearded man and the horse-faced man, turned around and limped away.

It had been shot in the left leg before, and the bullet was still embedded in it, and blood trickled out, leaving a bloody trail along the way, but it didn't have time to care about that kind of thing now.

Around, the sound of gunfire continued to ring, poachers were still rampant in the forest, doing whatever they wanted, and the screams of the rock dogs resounded throughout the forest.

It was not enough to kill two poachers, and his own people were still being relentlessly hunted.

It's going to bite the other poachers in the forest who hunt its fellow hunters, all to death!

Not a single one to stay!

That limping back disappeared into the forest, so lonely and resolute......

......

There was a blood-red patch in his eyes, and on that day, almost the entire forest was dyed blood-red, the blood of the Rock Dogs and the poachers.

This is a hatred that the Maned Werewolf has never forgotten for decades, and it cannot be forgotten, and it will always be firmly remembered until he dies.

The maned werewolf let out a terrible roar at the human in front of him, and the human's words brought back this unbearable memory.

It even felt like its left leg was starting to ache again.

The bullet that was shot into the leg has remained in it for decades, and it always reminds itself that the hatred of extermination must not be forgotten.

On that day, a total of twenty-seven poachers were killed by their own desperate killings, and only one poacher found out in advance and fled the forest with a cartload of corpses.

It was the escape of the poacher that made the Maned Werewolf paranoid that he had not avenged his people, and made it become more and more twisted in hatred.

So much so that in the end, as long as it is a human being, it is the target of its attack, and the human race is all the murderers of its own people!

The hatred and murderous intent in the eyes of the maned rock werewolf were enough to make the baby stop crying, but the ink mark seemed to ignore it, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was sarcastic:

"It's been decades since you said you were a waste, and you found the poachers who ran away? I'm afraid you haven't even seen his shadow. ”

"People take the corpse of your kind in exchange for a lot of money, get away with it every day, live a nourishing life, and look at you again, whether the dog is not a dog, a ghost is not a ghost, you are a cripple."

"I still huddle in the center of this forest all day long, and I don't dare to go out at all, for fear of being discovered by humans."

"Your people must hate you, right? Why is it that only you, the waste, survived? If it was someone else who survived, it should have been avenged a long time ago, right? ”

"Roar—"

His chest rose and fell, as if he couldn't stand the stimulation of the ink marks, and the mane werewolf turned blood-red, and with a leap of it, he rushed towards the ink marks.

Crazy, bloodthirsty, hysterical.

A faint white glimmer shone above the sharp claws, streaking through the air, and the hair on the back of the maned werewolf stood up like a hedgehog, like a spike of steel, and the cold light shimmered.

Rip Claw!

The speed was exerted to the extreme, and only a black line could be seen flashing, and the mane werewolf had already appeared in front of the ink mark, a very direct claw, without any twists and turns, and grabbed the ink mark's throat.

The Maned Werewolf is well aware that it is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, and it has always sought to achieve its goals with the least amount of effort.

The Maned Rock Werewolf has no formal training, and it relies on all of its fighting instincts, which it has learned in desperate battles with poachers and humans.

"Bump—"

As if it had hit an indestructible iron plate, its sharp claws cracked and shattered into pieces.

The maned werewolf lowered his arms and let the blood drip to the ground, staring coldly at a large blue lizard with blood-colored wings in front of him.

"Roar—"

The dragon's groan sounded from the mouth of the Tyrannosaurus, and even the Maned Rock Werewolf, who had already put life and death on the line, trembled slightly.

The Tyrannosaurus had a cold look in his eyes, and directly used the strongest posture to use the Dragon Charge to crush all the way.

The Maned Werewolf didn't even have time to dodge and resist, and it was already engulfed by the blue-purple dragon shadow.

With a flick of his wrist, a sharp dagger appeared in his hand, and the ink mark slowly walked towards the incapacitated mane werewolf.

"Actually, it's more painful to live than to die."

In the midst of the mane werewolf's complex expressions of hatred, madness, and relief, Ink Mark held the dagger and resolutely swung it down!

Blood, splattered all over the face.