Filled with anger.

Heaven and earth change color.

A tsunami-like roar echoed through the main hall.

Huge sound waves, rapidly propagating in all directions.

The sharp wolf claws slapped on the ground, and a ravine more than 100 meters long suddenly appeared on the smooth ground of marble.

Boom -

The whole building was shook.

The original carved beams and painted buildings, pillar stone walls, are constantly cracking, debris, powder, and pouring down. It only took a few breaths, like a drizzle of masonry and rubble, and a thick layer of white powder accumulated on the ground.

"Wellington, Cicero, Othello, and Eusebio have all rushed back, and it's good, you're faithful, and that's good, but now that my son Chimki is dead, ahem, I'm going to let Russell and Clarkson die, you take your men, go and search for me, and you must bring them back for me, remember to be quick, preferably before sunset, otherwise—"

"Honorable King's Order." The four generals, Wellington, Cicero, Othello, and Eusebio, did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly complied, and they quickly got up from the ground tremblingly, bowed their heads in the direction of Milanov, and bowed their heads respectfully, one by one, and retreated backwards towards the entrance of the main hall.

Wait until the four generals exit the palace and arrive at the palace gate. The four of them also don't communicate, and the tacit understanding over the years has made them not need too many words.

With a wave of their hand, their men quickly moved forward and approached their side.

"Little ones, target East, Russell and Clarkson, go."

"West, look for Russell and Clarkson. Let's go. ”

"North, find Russell and Clarkson for me. Let's go. ”

"We're heading south, and we're also targeting Russell and Clarkson. Let's go. ”

Wellington, Cicero, Othello and Eusebio, as Miranov's right-hand men, were naturally extraordinary, and they were even more decisive in battle, and their command was determined.

After a puff of wolf smoke, the four teams finally disappeared on the horizon.

In the main hall, on a circular throne.

The throne was empty of wolves.

Milanov's subordinates also retreated one after another.

The Grayback Wolf King's expression was still angry, and his divine sense was concerned about the departure of the four generals.

"Shhimki, who killed you? It's Russell them. Or is it someone else? ”

His mouth was full of hatred and unwillingness.

"Russell, Clarkson, whatever the reason, whether you killed my son or your poor protection, in short, I won't let you live, huh. Actually let my only son die, huh, damn it, I'll let you be tortured after all the torture. to my son Chimki for the burial. ”

Looking at the distant smoke of gunpowder, his face was gloomy and fierce.

"Wellington, Cicero, Othello, and Eusebio, I don't know if you're involved in this matter. If there is, hum. I'll let you know that I, Milanov, am still the hot-handed wolf king. I hope there is no business for you. ”

Facing the empty palace, Milanov's figure appeared tall and lonely.

He just stood there silently. It's like a silent mountain.

Silent and silent.

But it is full of inexhaustible threat.

Wisps of air whipped up and swirled in the main hall.

Close your eyes.

Sitting.

Milanov quickly got rid of his anger and began a new round of cultivation. At the sub-god level, and a peak powerhouse like Milanov, his dependence on spatial energy is already minimal. His body was already close to immortality, and his soul was even more powerful to the limit, and he was only one step away from stepping into the realm of gods, however, for thousands of years, he had never been able to take this step.

There was an invisible membrane, or barrier, in front of him.

This invisible barrier seemed to be very fragile and could be broken at a moment's notice, but it had hindered him for nearly a thousand years.

This made him, who was originally full of confidence, gradually begin to be depressed.

So, for a while, he abandoned his cultivation and began to focus on his kingdom instead.

He scolded dissidents, stepped on the corpse of the former wolf king, and stepped on the throne of the wolf king.

The process is bloody.

In this river of blood there were his relatives, friends, and even in order to complete his dictatorship, he personally killed his father, the previous wolf king Kuchanov.

The process of seizing the throne is infinitely killing.

However, his strength, his brutality, made him the final victor in the end.

A strong sub-god, with such strength, no gray-backed wolf can challenge.

Killing, bloody, unscrupulous.

is also ruthless, and the six relatives don't recognize it.

This allowed him to establish absolute authority in the grayback wolf group, form his own loyal team, and set off the pace of conquest and invasion.

After ascending the throne and becoming king, Milanov made a name for himself in the ethnic group, and established a great reputation in the crusade between the east and the west.

Because of the killing, because of the inexplicable poisonous creatures.

His enemies, the mighty and the weak, were slain, and turned into bones.

His men, his courtiers, the offended, the disrespectful, the betrayed, and the innocent, who were unjustly wronged, were all slain and turned to dust.

In just a few hundred years, the strength of the grayback wolf clan has shocked all directions.

Whether it is the sea shark clan in the east, the sawtooth beast in the west, or the scorpion tiger clan in the south and the lion tiger clan in the north, in the Miranov wars again and again, the sphere of influence has shrunk sharply, and can only retreat to the bitter cold land of the four directions, surviving for a long time.

The people of the four races, when they heard the name of Milanov, they all trembled, and in the world of Warcraft, they were definitely a character who made children stop crying.

However, the power is overwhelming, the massive resources, and the heavenly and earthly treasures of various cultivations, of course, there is also the bloody power to devour. His strength was compressed little by little, and then compressed, and then stronger, from the initial peak, to the point of invincibility of subgods.

To his disappointment, he still couldn't cross the gate.

It made him despair.

So, he began to indulge in sensuality. And gradually gave up the invasion of the Quartet, and life gradually settled down, although it was still moody, accompanied by bloody killings, but compared to before, it became much more low-key.

Of course, the result of this is that there is Chimki, the son of the wolf king.

As if he was looking forward to Jackie Chan, he poured all his hard work into this son's body, from birth to adulthood, a large number of resources were used on his body, and the realm was a thousand miles a day, like an elevator to improve.

In the end, Chemki became the youngest ninth-order powerhouse in the clan. However, after reaching the ninth order, if you want to be promoted, it is not enough to rely on massive resources and natural treasures alone.

Finally, Milanov made up his mind and prepared to arrange for Chimki, the future wolf king, to start trials again and again, bloody battles, sharpening skills and killing techniques, and providing the necessary understanding for his advancement.

After all, rules and laws are the ladder to the promotion of sub-gods.

Of course, it is impossible for Milanov to personally support him, he still has to retreat, he still has to cultivate, understand the fundamental laws of this world, and seek a breakthrough.

However, he could not let Chimki fall into a mortal situation, so the two powerful and loyal generals Russell and Clarkson were appointed by him to be the captain of his son's bodyguard, guarding Chimki's path of trials.

Everything went so smoothly, and in the battle Chemki's strength grew by leaps and bounds. In the end, he was already able to fight against demonic beasts of the same level without defeat.

However, unfortunately, he encountered the variable of Ilan.

Capsized in the gutter.

And it was a complete capsizing, including Russell and Clarkson, as well as dozens of powerful ninth-order powerhouses, all fell in this battle, which made Chemki's death a mystery. (To be continued......)