Those ghostly eyes creeped Draenor away. Legend has it that Anubis's servants will guard the bodies of the dead, and at all costs, they will allow evil spirits to devour uninvited guests.

Although he himself admits that superstition is a foolish act, he is now in the tomb, and perhaps it is the blind intrusion of his party that awakens the evil spirit that guards the tomb of the Elder King.

There was a sudden sound of blunt pounding in his ears, and before Draenor could react, a broad body suddenly rushed from the side.

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly leaned down and slammed into the wall and slid to the end of the chamber. Seeing this, everyone set up their weapons and aimed them at the shadowy corners around the secret room.

Draenor didn't have time to catch his breath, only to see the huge body slowly crawl on the ground.

It was a humanoid monster with a wolf's head, and it looked exactly like the werewolf he had seen in the village of Lycos. The beast gently bent its head and pressed its jaw against the stone bricks on the ground, its right fist rhythmically tapping the ground.

"What's going on, why hasn't he attacked yet?" Draenor was less than five meters away from the monster, but it had clearly lost the urge to fight, performing strange movements that resembled kneeling.

"Damn, what do you want to play?" Cooper shook his beard and muttered quietly, the moment he ducked into the chamber, he accidentally dropped the torch in his hand, and Moran's torch was extinguished by the hurricane blowing behind him. The two were close to Jeanne and Viklico, and now they could only rely on their vision to determine their surroundings in the dark.

A low cry of excitement came from the wolf's throat, and it suddenly opened its jaw and pounced in the direction of Cooper.

"Hey! Your prey is here, don't be half-hearted when hunting! Draenor quickly drew his fire gun and fired a shot at the dark back of the giant wolf, and with the dazzling fire flashing in front of him, the sturdy body fell to the ground with a sound.

The firebolt broke free from its strong recoil and landed on the ground. Draenor knew that this blow would not be fatal to the werewolf, but he deliberately aimed at the opponent's relatively weak ankle. Although the creature has a strong upper body, it has difficulty mastering its balance when standing because its weight is completely pressed on the two canine-like legs.

One second passed, two seconds passed...... Draenor had gradually gained experience from previous battles, and he could already roughly estimate how long it would take for the opponent to fully recover from the fight.

"Fifteen seconds to go." Draenor was so sure of the number that his heart was beating unusually steady, almost to the rhythm of the second hand. Vekily and the others can't be drawn into this fight, and all they can do now is stay with Moran and Cooper to ensure their safety. If they attract the attention of the beast, the consequences are unimaginable.

In other words, he has less than fifteen seconds to figure out how to knock the other person down.

As Draenor pondered, the beast slammed its claws against the ground and crawled up as if it were standing up. It didn't seem to care about the effects of the leg trauma, and once again pressed its jaw to the ground, raised its arm and hammered it heavily on the stone bricks.

Although he couldn't figure out the situation in front of him, Draenor definitely couldn't let go of the good opportunity in front of him. He leaned down slightly, reaching out to pick up the firebolt that was close in front of him.

The finger lightly touched the handle of the gun, and the barrel made a metallic grinding sound on the ground due to the thrust. The wolf suddenly turned around and struck Draenor again.

He hurried towards the clearing, but the claws tore open the muscle in his right shoulder before Draenor could react. He didn't have time to check his injuries, so he grabbed the bulge at one end of the wall and turned and jumped onto the sarcophagus.

The monster froze in place once more, and with his enhanced vision, Draenor could clearly see that the wolf was stained with his own blood. Surprisingly, it didn't follow the fishy smell of blood towards Draenor.

It stands to reason that the Licus are born with an unusually sharp sense of sight and smell, and can accurately grasp the direction of their prey even from a distance of 100 meters. But the beast in front of him suddenly regained its composure in the moment after the attack, sticking to the ground like a mole and patiently groping for everyone's direction.

Draenor suddenly understood the meaning of the beast's movements, which were not absurd prostrations at all, but determined the position of the prey by sensing the echoes from the ground.

The chamber he was in was quite compact, and apart from the sarcophagi on either side, there were few other objects that could hinder the conduction of reverberation. The giant wolf apparently did not rely on his sense of smell and sight to know the location of his prey, but rather relied on the echoes of his own reverberation like a bat to detect movement around him.

Draenor took a closer look at his surroundings, and suddenly noticed the faintly glittering eyes in the corner at the other end. I was so focused on the monster that I forgot about the strange existence in the shadows. He tried to see through the darkness the eyes for what they really were, and it turned out that they were not resentful spirits, but emaciated figures huddled in corners.

They didn't attack with the wolf, perhaps this is enough to show that the purpose of the wolf's attack on him was not to satisfy his inner hunger, but to protect the poor people who were trembling.

Draenor failed to pick up the firebolt at that moment, and it seemed that he could not finish the opponent from a distance in a short period of time. But it was clear that this method of sitting down and negotiating would not work for the beast in front of him, and perhaps he could try to get close to the figures and use them as a threat to force the beast back.

Draenor gently pulled his shirt open, fingers resting on the sturdy splinter on his chest. No matter what kind of "Soul Stone" it is or a treasure that imprisons the soul, I just hope it can be used at this time!

"Vicky, Cooper, can you hear me?" He said silently in his heart, and turned his head to see the shocked expressions of the two,

"It's a little weird, but there are plenty of opportunities to explain it later. Listen, I suspect that the figures hiding in the corners are what this monster is trying to protect, and if Cooper and I can buy some time, with Vicky's speed, it might work. ”

Cooper frowned, in the darkness he was almost indistinguishable from the blind, but he did hear the loud noise of the two fighting, what could a dwarven old man do in the face of such a terrifying and powerful monster?

Draenor gradually adjusted his breath and continued to convey his inner words to everyone through the "Heart Stone",

"Don't worry, I have a plan."