In the face of the brutality of the werewolves, the shamans were completely angry, and every shaman's eyes were red, and the brutal killing intent that they had never experienced in the face of these werewolves rose from each shaman's body. The one killed by the werewolf was their brother, Dyinhel.

Dyne Her, who loves to laugh the most, has been together since they were children, shamans were taken away when they were very young, they have no parents around them since they were sensible, and some are these brothers who grew up with them. This is the closest person they know in the world, they grew up together, eat a bowl of food, drink a bucket of water, everyone doesn't know where their parents are, but everyone never feels scared and lonely, because they have each other, they are each other's pillars.

And this relative is in front of his own eyes, torn apart by these monsters, killed, and then not even the corpse can be left, on the grassland, the shaman died, it is a very solemn thing, his corpse, to be refined, to be cleaned, and finally, it can be wrapped in the best Hada, burned with the flame of the eternal lamp beside the ancient shaman, and sent to the world of immortality. Each step has a step, there is a procedure, and the steps and procedures of each step show respect for the shaman, and only after completing each step of the procedure, in the eyes of the shaman, these deceased predecessors can go to the place of immortality in a complete and spiritual way, and directly enter the palace of immortality.

If any of these procedures go wrong, the glory carried by the deceased shaman will be less, and if there is no flame of the eternal lamp, then the noble shaman will not be able to directly enter the temple of the immortal heaven, but still have to pass the trial of the immortal heaven, which is unfair to the shaman who has been dedicated to the micro-grassland all his life. It's also dishonorable.

But today, right in front of his own eyes, his shaman brothers were devoured alive, one by one, filthy things that were not even beasts, such a way of death, not to mention a noble shaman, even an ordinary herdsman could not accept, but whether you accept it or not, right in front of your eyes, it happened, even if you kill these damned werewolves countless times, let them die in the most tragic way, it can't satisfy these shamans.

The anger of the shamans was burning, but the werewolf leader on the opposite side didn't care, what he cared about was whether the food he ate was able to bring him the ability he hoped for as he thought, as for his subordinates, he didn't care, every werewolf warrior was experienced and knew what to do at this time, they would use their flesh and blood to cover the head wolf, but they would also protect their vital points and prevent themselves from being fatally harmed.

The wolf pack is based on the head wolf, as long as the head wolf is still there, the injured werewolf warrior does not have to worry, and this time, the head wolf is eating, and it is eating a person who can use magic, at this moment, all werewolves know what to do, to protect the head wolf, is to make the wolf pack stronger as a whole. Therefore, all the wolf warriors went forward to cover the head wolf, even the most terrible thunder and lightning, ice picks, they did not hesitate to block it with their bodies, as long as there is still a breath, as long as there is still a breath, as long as there is still a breath, as long as there is still a breath to be able to hold out until the head wolf eats up. That's enough, all werewolves are now in this one idea.

They succeeded, withstanding the first round of onslaught, and only a few high-level wolf warriors were left around the head wolf to stand, but the head wolf had finished eating.

I saw the head wolf, standing in place, a silver mane, growing from the top of his head, immediately grew to his back, waist, until the tail, this silver mane flashed with the light of thunder and lightning, fiercely, the head wolf began a howl, just like a real wolf, with this sound, it is easy to distinguish the howl of pain or excitement, the head wolf's body is like a blow, swelled up, all the muscles are wriggling, stretching, the body continues to get bigger, the height of the werewolf is very high, This time, the head wolf directly grew half the height, and the muscles on his body showed a terrifying vision. It felt as if each of his muscles was already a separate creature, and the claw armor fell off with a terrifying creak, and then, new, longer claw armor grew out of the fingers, with silver claw armor, and when it grew, it shone with an unquenchable arc of electricity between each other.

With the deformation of the head wolf, the bodies of the wolf warriors stacked up on the ground also began to shine with silver light, they stood up from the ground one by one, the black scars on the body that were burned by the electric fire, the terrifying penetrating wounds penetrated by the ice picks, and all kinds of irregular wounds formed by the treeman vines and beating, only in an instant, began to recover, with the fall of those scars and ice chips, all the injuries on the werewolf warriors recovered, and each werewolf began to flash silver arcs, Each one began to swell, and in the howl, all the werewolves grew to more than half of their previous size.

This sudden change caught everyone off guard, originally thought that there were only a few last werewolves, as long as they were knocked down, they could skin this damn werewolf alive and sacrifice their brothers, who knows, just in this instant, all the werewolves came back to life, and, obviously, all werewolves, have evolved, look at their size, you can know that their strength, speed, and ability to attack have grown considerably, and I don't know how much they have strengthened.

Bakai Mengman stopped his junior brother from wanting to attack, under the protection of the tree man, a lightning bolt, hit the nearest werewolf, originally such a lightning, enough to electrocute this werewolf half dead, but this time it was different, such a powerful lightning, hit the werewolf's forehead, just bounced a few times on his fur, at most caused a little skin trauma, and then, disappeared, not even able to make the werewolf move a little.

Seeing this result, all the shamans turned pale and gray, as the shaman's proudest natural magic, it was obvious that it had lost its lethality to these werewolves, and thunder and lightning, the most lethal magic used by this shaman, was now useless against these werewolves.