On the mountain, in the abandoned cave of the White Bear Tribe.

As Qin Feng was worried, the Shadow Wolf did not lead his troops back to Carlin City after capturing the White Bear Tribe, but instead stayed in the abandoned cave of the White Bear Tribe. Many orcs and captains were dissatisfied with the decision of the shadow wolf, the weather was getting colder and colder, especially in the mountains, even the werewolves in wolf skins couldn't stand the cold temperature, let alone the greenskins and jackals.

But the only one who knows what he wants to do with Shadow Wolf's decision is Theron in a cell.

Instead of killing him, the Shadow Wolf locked him in a cave**, surrounded by orcs who built a tall wooden fence to prevent him from escaping. In fact, there is no need to worry about this, because Long has no intention of escaping. Although his revenge has been avenged, the barbarians of the White Bear Tribe who escaped still exist, and he will not let anyone go. And the only ones who can help him are the orcs, although the current situation is not good, but at this time Theron knows that as long as the shadow wolf is still there, the orcs will not kill him.

"Your food." He was taken care of by a gnoll, and perhaps in an orc army without goblins, the status of the gnoll would immediately become the lowest, and all the chores would be done by them.

He looked at Theron wrapped in a bearskin, curled up in the corner, with a hint of banter on his face, but he didn't dare to really do anything, he just despised it in his heart. Theron's werewolf subordinates have always wanted Shadow Wolf to let Theron go, and although Shadow Wolf vetoed it, these werewolves are still very persistent. He didn't dare to really do anything to Theron, because the last gnoll who did this was found dead in the mountains and forests the next day, with a bloody hole in his neck.

Theron glanced up at the gnoll, then lowered his head and picked up a rabbit leg to chew on. The eyes looked out through the gaps in the wooden bars.

The white snow reflected the sunlight and shone into the cave through the opening, but at this time Theron saw a shadow in the light curtain. A very familiar shadow ,—— is the Shadow Wolf.

The Shadow Wolf walked over and looked at Theron sitting on the ground in his cell, looking up and squinting at him. When the gnolls saw the shadow wolf, they shrunk their necks and pushed them aside with their tails between them.

"I think this news, you must be very interested." It was the first thing Theron had heard Shadowwolf say since he walked out of Orima's tent. As cold and emotionless as he imagined.

"What?" Theron asked dryly, although the gnolls didn't dare to make any moves on the surface, for fear of being discovered by the werewolves, there were a lot of small actions in secret, such as water mixed with things or half-cooked food.

"The barbarians who escaped from the White Bear Tribe," said Shadow Wolf, "I think you'll be interested in where they're going." ”

Theron's slightly narrowed eyes widened suddenly, and looking at the cold face of the shadow wolf, he knew in his heart where the barbarians would go. And the shadow wolf would ask this, only to get the news of the scout, and it seems that he is ready to do it.

"If you want to do anything, come to my tent yourself." Shadow Wolf waved his men open the cell door and turned to leave. Theron staggered to his feet and walked out of his cell. Turning his head to look at the cowlful man not far away, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

After changing his clothes, Theron wanted to take a shower, but neither the barbarians nor the black market orcs had such a habit. He had no choice but to change into his clothes, and threw down the dirty, broken bear skin on his body, replaced it with a bear skin coat, and walked to the Shadow Wolf's tent.

The Shadow Wolf's tent was set up in the depths of the cavern, and the sunlight shining through the cave entrance had disappeared here. But at every distance, the walls of the cave or the stone pillars were filled with blazing torches, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt grease.

Theron was accustomed to the smell, and he walked to the tent, where the guards outside ignored him, and he lifted the door of the tent, which was perhaps not a door, but a thick piece of leather that served as a door.

"Chief," said the tent, empty except for the Shadow Wolf sitting on a stool, and in front of him was a wooden table with a lot of parchment. Densely written on parchment. Theron had known that the Shadow Wolf behaved a lot like humans, perhaps in the Learning Humans, even if it was a little bit different.

"Here's what you want." The Shadow Wolf reached out and picked up a sheepskin and threw it at Theron.

Theron stretched out his hand to take it, he had been cultivated as a shaman by the old shaman since he was a child, and he was not only proficient in human writing, but also knew a lot of dwarf and elven writing, and barbarians and orcs were even more common in one script, so he didn't have the slightest difficulty in looking at the dense writing on the parchment.

Sure enough, Theron looked at the message on the sheepskin, and just as he had thought at first, the fleeing barbarians of the White Bear Tribe had indeed fled to Bulltown.

"I'll give you all the command, and all I want is Bull Town, and I'm not going to give you a second chance." The Shadow Wolf commanded in a cold voice. Bull defeated the orcs twice, which has long become a disgrace for the orcs, and as a subordinate of Oremar, he also knows that Oremar has long regarded the Rheinreth family as a thorn in his side, and he wants glory and power. In the absence of being able to go to the front, the town of Boer was his best target.

And at the moment Theron is the best candidate, although he is a human, Shadow Wolf knows that the only person he can cooperate with at the moment is them. The barbarians of the White Bear Tribe were accepted by humans, and it was absolutely impossible for the betrayed Theron to return to the human camp, and he was very fond of Theron's ability, otherwise he would not have killed him.

Sure enough, just like he thought, the only reason why the Shadow Wolf Soldiers didn't go back here was because he had his eye on another target. And after the White Bear Tribe, the only thing of value is Bulltown, the city of humans.

Theron frowned slightly, he was human, he had always thought so, even though he had been raised by barbarians since he was a child, he still considered himself a human. He will be ruthless to the barbarians, even if it is the old shaman who raised him, and the white bear tribe that he grew up with. But human, he didn't want to, but when he looked up at the cold gaze of the shadow wolf, he knew that he couldn't refuse, otherwise he would definitely not leave here alive.

"Yes, Chief." Theron nodded, he could only agree, although he struggled in his heart, his face was still calm, and he bowed back and retreated, until he exited the camp, and then slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

I really went farther and farther on this jumping road, maybe my future enemies will be humans. He sighed, ignored the guards' gazes, and turned away.

The bright sun shone on him, and Theron, who had been in the dark cave for a long time, exhaled a long breath, and white mist emerged from his mouth and nose and drifted over his head.

The werewolves guarding outside the cave saw Theron and immediately cheered, and soon the whole forest was filled with werewolf cheers and howls, and they were celebrating Theron's appearance.

Looking at the eager eyes of the werewolves and the incessant wolf howls in his ears, Theron sighed, and a smile was put on his face again, maybe this choice was also the right one.