"I'm afraid we have no other choice, the king's orders are not something we can disobey, and our worship god, Lord Piovacari, will obviously not let us return in vain, so please make up your mind, everyone!" Othello was resolute in his words, and brought out the wolf king Milanov and their recent deity, Piovacari, to exert pressure.

"Well, isn't there any other choice?" Cicero looked a little sad, a little afraid of the only choice.

"Cicero, Eusebio, I think Othello is right, we have no choice but to do this, although the cost is a bit high, but it is much better than losing your life." Wellington was also skeptical, but finally agreed to Othello's choice, and began to patiently persuade Eusebio and Cicero.

"yes, if we don't do this, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to die? You have understood the horror of the king and the horror of the god Piohuakari. ”

"Okay, just use it, it's a big deal that we'll have another painful nightmare." Eusebio's expression was a little pained.

"It's worth the cost compared to the tasks accomplished." Othello also has a bit of a bittersweet taste.

"So, Othello, can you be sure this guy is with us?"

"Well, I'm 90% sure."

"Ninety percent, so high?"

"Of course, the reason why this guy is here, I think, is that he has other plans, and his destination is at our feet."

"His goal is at our feet?"

"Yes, this guy should be at the heart of the inner world. I think he might want to get out of this world. He even wants to be recognized by the World Stone so as to control the entire World of Warcraft. He didn't have a choice, so, I don't think, he couldn't stay away from here, he had to hide from us. ”

"So, is that really the case? Although the god Piovakari does not tell us the ultimate purpose of sniping this Terran, it is impossible for this Terran to stay in our World of Warcraft for the rest of their lives, let alone it. And to face the wrath of our gray-backed wolf clan, hehe, he can only take risks. Ninety percent certainty is absolute. ”

"In that case, let's get started."

"Okay, let's go."

"Let's go."

"All the elites of my wolf clan obey the order, the standard battle formation, guard—" Wellington's majestic voice reached in all directions, entering the ears of every gray-backed wolf.

Suddenly, the echo of the mountains and tsunami was heard. All the gray-backed wolves shouted, the mountains shouted, and the momentum shook the sky.

"Yes."

"Guard, guard—"

Accompanied by a shout. The gray-backed wolf's originally scattered formation began to concentrate towards the center, layered in all directions, maintaining the four generals in the center. Embattled.

"What's going on? Why are these gray-backed wolves recycled? And also make a defensive stance, what is this to do? Could it be said. They've already found me, doesn't that make sense? My Aurora Shadow. With the help of the power of the law of darkness, even the gods are afraid that it is impossible to find it easily, how can this group of ninth-order gray-backed wolves find out? Hidden in the darkness, Ilan was quietly watching the Greyback's every move at the moment, and their actions made him feel incomprehensible and nervous, which was clearly like a great enemy's formation.

The gray-backed wolves gathered very quickly and appeared to be extremely well-trained, and soon, they were forming a formation in all directions to defend the four generals.

And Wellington and the other four generals began to take further action.

They were hunched over and their limbs were strained, but a large wolf head was chanting words and praying in a strange language that Ilan didn't understand. That kind of devotion is extraordinarily devotional, as if worshipping the gods.

The spell was very long and cumbersome, and they began to perform strange dances on the hills, with Wellington at the top, followed by Othello, Cicero, and Eusebio, and they took a magical step, which was very strange, as if they were disabled, limping, and the gray-backed wolves around them waited meticulously for the four wolves, their eyes blazing like falcons, and their expressions were serious and respectful, as if they were guarding their king.

The sound of muffled prayers roamed the dark place, and the gray sky gradually began to ripple in small pieces, and a trace of green light appeared, spreading in a circle to the surroundings.

"What the hell are these graybacks doing? Is it to summon the doppelganger projection of the wolf god? I just don't know what the strength is? I hope it's just a sub-god level. Ilan, who was hiding in the shadows, was secretly surprised and a little nervous.

The prayer process of Wellington and the other four generals was very cumbersome and long, and Ilan wanted to interrupt it, but he felt a headache in the face of more than 2,000 gray-backed wolves around him.

"Let's wait, let's see what these guys are going to do, and then think about countermeasures, I think my Polar Shadow Technique can still deal with it." Ilan is very confident in the Polar Shadow Technique, after all, this is the comprehension of the law of darkness, which is above all kinds of skills and magic, as long as the opponent's strength is not a god, he still has a lot of spare power to deal with it.

Ilan's indulgence made the Grayback Wolf's ultimate move finally begin to enter the next stage.

"Blood Sacrifice—" Wellington finally stopped, and a solemn roar rang in the ears of the gray-backed wolves.

"Blood sacrifice." The gray-backed wolves echoed in unison.

The four generals were the first to start spurting a trace of bright red essence blood from their mouths, and the gray-backed wolves around them also followed.

Threads of blood were spurted out, wisps of blood, colluding with each other and gradually turning into a red blood mist.

These blood threads moved like small snakes, outlining mysterious runes in the air, and all the runes were linked together, casting a bloody mist-like article.

The more blood streaks gathered, the color of the blood mist became deeper and deeper.

The four generals and their two thousand subordinates continued to spurt out precious essence blood from their mouths, and their bodies became weaker and weaker, and even their expressions began to wilt. Little by little, the flesh and blood in the body began to decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye, especially the four generals who played a leading role, their limbs trembled, their expressions were painful, and beads of sweat oozed from the surface of their bodies.

There was also a faint paleness.

They struggled and persevered, their expressions extremely hideous.

A phantom gradually appeared in the blood mist, a huge and fierce phantus.

Even if it's just a phantom, it's about the spatial oppression of the entire gray land, and it's about to shatter.

Ilan's face also became cautious.

"Damn, essence blood summoning, are these guys really doing god-level summoning? That's a bit of a bad thing! It must be stopped! Ilan didn't dare to slack off anymore and was about to act almost immediately.

However, in the next moment, the actions of the grayback wolves completely shattered his expectations.

"Sacrifice again - the great wolf god."

Puff puff.

But it was the gray-backed wolves who spewed out a large mouthful of essence blood one by one, directly condensing the phantom in the air.

A huge wolf head appeared hideously, and a bloody mouth opened.

"Oooh-" (To be continued.) )