Cooper listened to Draenor finish talking about the so-called "plan", and lowered his head to look at the rope tied to his abdomen, and his brow couldn't help but furrow a little.

Although Draenor was a little skeptical about the reliability of his plan, it still worked in theory. He saw Vekily Ke's slight thumbs up, and his heart instantly felt a little more steady.

"So, the next step is to start with the first plan."

According to this plan, Cooper needs to take Moran to hide in the gap behind the sarcophagus while Draeno lures away the beast, and the encounter in the village of Lycos has made Draenor have a long memory, no matter how terrifying the werewolf is, it is only one of the forms of the Lycos, and it is better not to end the life of this beast easily until it is clear.

Therefore, instead of attacking it, Vekili should take the opportunity to rush to the corner where the figures are at super high speed and threaten them as hostages.

This method of dealing with the Lycos has been tried and tested repeatedly, at least in the face of Uno.

"The next thing is to find a way to lure it away." Draenor took a closer look at his surroundings, intending to pick up the peeling stones from the walls and throw them around the beast, but the chamber was old but sturdy, with barely any broken parts to be seen except for the scratches left by the tomb robbers.

Just when he was nervous and broke out in a cold sweat, a tearing pain suddenly came from his right shoulder. He hurriedly stretched out his left arm to cover the wound, it seemed that he had underestimated the attack power of the werewolf, even if he rubbed it lightly, he was not lightly injured by the sharp claws, he could clearly feel the blood gushing out of the crack, even if the body had begun to recover, it could not automatically stop the bleeding in a short time.

"Wait, blood?" It was clear that the monster couldn't smell it, but that didn't mean that blood didn't have the slightest allure for it. It seems that his habitual thinking is at work, and he didn't even think that blood is also a kind of liquid.

He smiled slightly, his left hand squeezed the wound violently, and blood gushed out, and Draenor quickly grabbed his left hand, waved his arm and threw it towards the door in front of the beast.

Blood splattered in the doorway of the chamber, and the beast sensed a faint vibration from the ground, the black mane on its neck stood high on end, and it opened its huge mouth and roared, darling in the direction from which the sound came.

"It's done, right now!" Even in the critical moment, Draenor did not forget to keep his composure, he called the two people on the side through the power of the Mind Stone, Cooper supported Moran and Jeanne to climb up the sarcophagus, and just as Vickily turned around and was about to sprint, the hideous beast appeared in front of him again.

"Draenor!" Vekirico shouted, only to see a sharp cold light flicker from the secret room, and Draenor swung his short sword to resist the wolf's claws.

Just as Vikirico was about to throw her spear, Draenor jerked her spine as if she was deliberately trying to block her body in front of her. He knew that it wasn't until then, that the dead Lycos in the village would never return, and that while sparing the beast's life might have put Jeanne and Moran in danger, it was his own side that insisted on breaking in.

Although the giant wolf could not restrain its desire to kill, it was indeed there to protect the people in the corner, and if it were to be killed in such a situation, then Draenor would really be no different from a beast.

Draenor gritted his teeth, leaving a way out for himself in everything.

"Cooper! Execute the second plan! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he twisted the hilt of his sword and cut a crack in the beast's palm, and the moment the other party let go, he hurriedly flew to the side and stretched out his arm towards the fire gun that fell aside.

The giant wolf sensed his motive and swung his claws to send the firebolt into the air.

Facing the tall beast in front of him, Draenor didn't have the slightest fear, but laughed out loud, as if everything was under his control.

"Do it!"

Draenor was heard shouting at the people behind the wolf, and everyone turned around and hid behind the sarcophagus with Cooper. Draenor pulled his arm behind his back with all his strength, and the rope that Cooper had prepared was already wrapped around the wolf's crotch, and the rope tightly strangled its wounded ankle, toppling its huge body to the ground.

Vikirico seized the opportunity to dodge sharply, drawing her spear and aiming it at the figures huddled in the corner.

Draenor breathed a sigh of relief, and he picked up the firebolt from his side and put it against the wolf's forehead.

"Do you think I'm here to get this thing? Even if you keep sticking to the ground, you haven't found the most critical 'clue'! ”

His voice grew louder and louder, and the firearm in his right hand pressed closer to the wolf. Even he himself thought it was a little funny, although the other party was a Lecos, but he had turned into an irrational beast, and he even wanted to establish a strong image in front of the beast, perhaps this could slightly shake the other party's will to fight.

But compared to this, Viklico's actions are significantly more threatening. The low roar of the wolf's throat gradually turned into a weak whimper, not an acknowledgment of Draenor's strength, but a fear of harm to the people he was protecting.

"Sir! Mr! Please let him go! All this has nothing to do with him! Behind Vicilik slowly stepped a thin girl, who gently waved her skinny arms and pleaded with Draenor.

It was like Lickos, but with a strong accent that even made Draenor suspect that they were speaking another language. This accent was gentler than anything I'd heard before, as if it was deliberately showing my self-cultivation.

"Woo......" The werewolf's body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the hideous face gradually turned into a handsome man, and the pupils were barely visible from his slightly open eyes, and the entire eyeball seemed to be clouded with a thick fog.

The man fell to his knees with his upper body naked. Cooper quickly picked up the torch he had at hand and rekindled it with a match. With the help of the bright firelight, the man's appearance was clearly visible to everyone. He had long, messy hair that shimmered brown in the light of torches, and his tunic was tied around his waist, deliberately half-obscuring a belt encrusted with precious stones.

"Let go of my sister, I did it first, if you want to catch me, arrest me!" The man looked up, stared at Draenor with those cloudy eyes, and said viciously.

"Catch you?" Vikirico and Draenor asked in unison, they were just trying to find the burial chamber of the eldest king, and it was not difficult to tell from the man's belt that he was once a person with status, perhaps his party was treated as a robber or tomb robber.

"Aren't you the pursuers sent by Dmitry? We're all like this, aren't you enough? The man turned his head warily, listening carefully to the movements around him.

Indeed, although it is not known where these people came from, it is clear that they have been hiding in this tomb for some days. The man had also lost his will to fight, and it seemed that he could temporarily let his guard down to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings. Vikily stared at the movements of the people behind her, and slowly lowered the spear in her hand.

The girl tentatively took a few steps forward, then got up and rushed to the man's side to help him up.

"Brother, maybe they're not chasing soldiers. Dmitry hadn't been to the north for half a year, and although they had weapons, they didn't look like tomb robbers. ”

"In short, the enemy is the enemy. Could it be that you are just a group of tourists visiting the 'Tomb of the Great King'!? The man gently hugged the girl's body and shouted to the strangers around him.

In a sense, that's pretty much it...... Draenor himself wanted to admit it, and the journey was indeed like a sightseeing tour, but with a little more element of scenery.

He finally put away the firearm and stretched out his arm to gently lift the man up. As the two approached, the girl seemed attracted by a strange smell.

Her body shuddered suddenly, and her eyes were fixed on Draenor's face. Once again, the two sides raised their vigilance, but Draenor only wanted to seize the opportunity to explain his identity to the other side. The girl could no longer hold back the fear in her heart, and she covered her curled palms to her mouth, but she still could not hide her almost sobbing voice.

"Is this the smell of ...... 'umbilical cord'?"