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He must not be in a hurry, guard against arrogance and rashness; He must wait for his opponent to reveal his flaws before delivering the fatal blow; He has to be patient, and preferably make his opponent impatient, impatient, and then reveal fatal flaws.

He felt the change in the wolves, he was unmoved, he lived only for himself, never changed by the attitude of anyone or the wolf, he was, he is, and he will always be, perhaps......

What the green fang felt, so did Montgola. He is undoubtedly an excellent killer, and he should not lack patience and calmness, but at this moment, looking at the reaction of the wolves, he is angry.

He was even more angry that Qing Fang, a young male wolf who was obviously only two years old and only had a pitiful half a tail, actually made him so faceless, glared at Qing Fang fiercely, and couldn't stop hissing from his mouth.

From this point of view, the green fang is by no means a wolf, he is essentially different from them, before he makes a move, he will never show his fangs, it is obviously a life-and-death fight, and it is useful to intimidate and demonstrate? Maybe it was useful for others, but it was absolutely not for him, and he also knew that it was useless for Montgola, so he just looked at Montgola lightly, calmly observed, and remained silent.

Montgola struck again, and they kept spinning in circles, one roaring like a volcano, the other cold-eyed like an iceberg. After a short but fierce exchange, they returned to the starting point, constantly observing their opponent's hunting methods, vigilantly looking for their opponent's flaws. In this careful temptation, their teeth collided countless times, and each other's lips were torn by each other, and blood flowed.

At the end of the temptation, Montgola thought that he had fully understood the way the green fang attacked, so he launched a decisive attack, using all his skills and the essence of his life to kill the green fang.

It's a pity that he overestimated himself after all, and also underestimated the green fang.

Grappling again, Montgola immediately gained the upper hand, tearing two gaps in the green fang, and although it was shallow, he thought the scales of victory had tipped in his favor. The green fang was cunning and guarded, and was on the verge of falling again and again.

The wolves were in a state of agitation, and whenever the green fang was about to fall, they slammed it, without the slightest difference between before and after, and all stood up, but every time the result was always not as good as the wolf, the green fang did not fall completely, and they had to squat back again.

Seeing victory in sight, Montgola, desperate to defeat his opponent, forgot his vigilance, forgot his previous combat strategy, and forgot about his physical control, and desperately wanted to knock out his opponent.

A quarter of an hour later, Montgola was out of breath, and his movements were far less swift and powerful than before, until this time, he had not reacted, and still maintained a fierce attack, but in vain, intending to take the opportunity to regain his strength.

The time has come!

The green fang launched a lightning attack, dodging, and the two legs behind whirled in the snow, and a large lump of snowflakes flew up and flew towards Montgolat's face, fascinating his eyes. Montgola howled in horror and was about to retreat, but it was too late, only a muffled click was heard, and his left leg behind him had been bitten off by the green fang, and he bit hard, deeply, and quickly, not giving Montgola time to react, and biting off Montgola's other leg.

The winner is decided!

With a whoosh, the wolves stood up in unison again, and this time they were not disappointed.

The green fang dodged out and stood far away on the periphery, watching quietly and indifferently.

The gray circle shrank little by little, and Montgola shuddered, his hair stood on end, and glared angrily and fiercely at every wolf who tried to approach him, trying to scare them away, but it was only a dying struggle, and it did not scare any wolf.

In the flowing moonlight, the gray circle finally turned into a dot, and Montgola disappeared from the green fang's field of vision, and when the wolves dispersed, it was still visible that there was only a pile of dry white bones - they did not spare the bone marrow, and sucked it into the stomach and intestines, turning it into their own nourishment, providing heat and power.

Montgola, this is the first opponent of the green fangs in essence, because they are evenly matched. He killed him, he became his medal, and it was as simple as that.

Just after the wolves ate Montgola, a majestic and angry howl rang out violently, and the wolves, who had been so excited before, suddenly trembled, even Kaka beside the green fang.

The wolf king, Rex, finally led the fourteen members of the group to appear, and now the number of wolves here has exceeded eighty, which is unprecedentedly large, and it is twice or even three times that of some small assembled wolf packs.

It was not the wolf king Lexeben who made that howl, but his most loyal and extremely powerful right-hand man, Sammy, who was said to be brothers, but the wolf did not know what the truth was.

Sammy, a primitive beast taller than a green fang, not as strong as Montgola, but lean, like a cheetah, full of explosive power.

It's hard to imagine that such a powerful beast has been loyal to the wolf king Lexie for so many years, and has never left, let alone established its own race and passed on its powerful genes.

The green fang finally got to see the myth of the Yukon River Basin, a name he would have heard a lot in human society.

The wolf king Rexey, that is a wolf taller than Sammy, stronger than Montgolat, is a completely enhanced version of the cheetah, no, more precisely, it is like a perfect lioness, the most striking thing is a pinch of white hair on his forehead, this is the only one, there is no other branch, like the blue fangs of the green fang, which is also his unique symbol, from which the "white devil" in the mouth of mankind comes from.

The moment he saw Lexie, Qing Fang's incomparably powerful self-confidence was shaken, at least he was not very sure of winning him, the other party was an eight-year-old strong wolf, in the golden age of wolf birth, experience, strength, and wisdom were all lacking, it was perfect.

Sammy was the one who represented Lexie, and that angry howl could make the wolves tremble, and for that reason they didn't know what was going on in his mind, and they didn't know if he would be punished.

Before the winter collective hunt began, they first killed the top players in the group, although this is in line with the iron law of the wolf pack, and no wolf will feel inappropriate to say it, but the iron law is the iron law, the wolf king is the wolf king, the difference is that the iron law is dead, and the wolf king stands in front of them.

And, of course, the wolf king's wrath.

Lexie's deep, cold gaze looked around, looking at the bones remaining on the ground, and the mere smell had already determined the identity of Montgola, and finally landed on the murderer of the green fang.

Only then did the wolves react, the real culprit was Qing Fang, even if he wanted to be punished, it should be him, what does it have to do with them? Scare yourself.

The green fang also stared directly at Lexie with a blank face, cold but fearless.

Rexai took a slight step and slowly walked towards the green fang, when he came to the green fang, his mind also completed the assessment of the benefits and disadvantages of this matter, no matter how much the value of death is, it is empty, and the young male wolf in front of him has an unlimited future, which is what the wolves really need.

"Whew!"

Lexie suddenly raised his head to the sky and howled, that was the meaning of not blaming, that was also the meaning of reward and encouragement, and that was the meaning of recognition and praise.

The whole pack of wolves burst into excitement, and they all looked up to the sky and howled, forming a brilliant, young song of the wild. Kaka jumped around the green fang even more excitedly, calling his name, and gradually, the wolves also chanted loudly.

Green Fang!

Green Fang!

Green Fang!

The magnificent song hovered over the Nilt Valley, forming a magnificent song of praise to the wolf.