When Guo Sen used his ability to lock on to the black wolves who were attacking the White Wolf Clan, he suddenly found that there were only a dozen unlucky vanquisheds left, and they were rushing towards the ranks of the primordial people who were just about to set off.

"All ready! Don't let any of them escape!! ”

An unusually thick voice sounded, and all the primitives raised their heavy weapons in their hands!

Their eyes widened with rage, and their battle cries rang out!

"Kill!!"

Those dozen or so black werewolves, before they even had time to scream, became pieces of flesh soaked in blood!

Oops, miserable.

Guo Sen looked at the tragic end of this group of barbaric races, and couldn't help but think of the tragic situation that their people encountered three hundred years ago, which was surprisingly consistent.

However, he had another question, why did this group of primitive people who had crossed the ocean and come to this continent be so accustomed to treating the Black Wolf Clan as enemies?

It stands to reason that when encountering an unfamiliar creature, like this kind of black wolf clansman who is like a beast as long as he lies on the ground, his first reaction should be to defend himself, or to observe.

But what did these primitive people do?

They didn't say a word and got going!

Temper tantrums? Will it only be reckless?

There should be these factors, but there should be deeper reasons.

Guo Sen raised his gaze.

He suddenly had another thought.

Could it be that the black wolf people near this valley are not the last group to survive on this continent?

The black wolf people of these six tribes have been basically wiped out by the heroic white werewolves, and the remaining bit has also been killed by the primitive people who happened to pass by.

If this is all their people, then this time they must have been completely destroyed.

The Black Wolf Clan will become the only intelligent creature on the planet that has been extinct.

Guo Sen's gaze raced across the vast howling land.

He suddenly realized that he hadn't really looked at this continent too closely last time.

Straddling the temperate and boreal zones, the closer to the south the coniferous forests become.

The area where the White Wolf Clan and the Black Wolf Clan are located is relatively close to the center of the land.

The landscape here is almost entirely undulating hills and mountains with grasslands and forests, and occasionally plains, all occupied by lakes and wetlands.

To the south-east, there is a vast plateau with snow all year round, and there seems to be no vegetation in sight.

Guo Sen didn't think that there would be black werewolves in this kind of place.

But when his eyes swept over a mountain range of three or four thousand meters, he unexpectedly found that in one of the valleys, thick gray smoke came out!

Gray smoke.

The appearance of such a thing means that there is a flame!

He quickly lowered his gaze, and soon, he could see the ignition point clearly.

It wasn't a wildfire caused by a lightning strike, but a fire that was lit by a pile of countless dry firewood!

And next to this fire, Guo Sen saw that he would never have such a humanoid creature that would never have this kind of fire technology.

Black Wolf Clan.

Huh.

Guo Sen feels that his subjective consciousness sometimes really always slaps himself in the face.

In this snowy area, where animals are scarce, and far away from the white wolf colonies, there are really creatures.

The most excessive thing is that they will still use fire, and the original impression is definitely that they are ignorant and backward black wolf clans.

In front of Guo Sen's eyes, this group of races with long black hair on their bodies and extremely familiar to him were doing a rather strange thing around this fire.

Wearing "clothes" made of tree bark and hay, these nearly 200 Black Wolf Clansmen were holding hands and circling around the huge fire.

From time to time, they would raise their arms, kick their legs, and shake their tails behind them.

It's pretty rhythmic.

There is no doubt that this group of creatures, whose IQ should not be enough, has actually learned something that even the white wolf clan has not learned.

Dance.

Guo Sen could see that this was definitely not a random jump, they were all in unison, and there was still a voice in their mouths, as if they were singing something in a low voice.

Oh, I can even sing.

You guys, do you want to become the world's first group idol in this primitive society?

Guo Sen thought about this boring joke in his heart, and found that very close to the fire, there was an irregular stone slab nearly a meter long and wide.

There seemed to be something carved on the rough stone slab.

Guo Sen looked carefully.

Although it was vague overall, it was still clear that it was a werewolf with two spears in his hand, his head turned sideways and his mouth wide open.

Hey, is this their god......

the groove.

Wait a minute.

What, what?

Guo Sen suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Isn't this the "God of War Edmund" worshipped by the White Wolf Clan?!

Isn't it the corpse he controlled three hundred years ago, killed more than a hundred black wolf clans, and led less than forty white wolf clansmen to successfully turn the tables!

Guo Sen thought there was something wrong with his visual system.

Maybe dazzled? Some similarities so take it for granted?

He looked at it again.

That's right.

That's it!

Which black wolf clan has grabbed what two guns in their hands? They haven't even used a double stick!

No matter how you look at it, this is the god of the White Wolf Clan, "Edmund, the God of War".

Guo Sen fell into deep thought.

Something suddenly occurred to him.

When General Black led many people to the altar, he also looked at the statue of Edmund, the god of war more than ten meters high, with a very strange look.

It stands to reason that if those black wolf clans saw the statues of the gods worshiped by the white wolf clan, they should smear and smash them, and do their best to destroy them.

But they didn't.

I just ate the tribute.

Guo Sen suddenly had an idea.

It's ridiculous, but it explains these strange things.

Perhaps, this god of war, Edmund, is also the "god" of these black wolf clans?

Guo Sen did not understand what these primitive humanoids had about "gods".

Fear of nature? Fear of not being able to understand things? Or is it that the worship of heroes, like the White Wolf Clan, gives them a godhead?

While he was speculating, suddenly the dancing black wolves stopped moving, let go of each other's hands, and knelt down collectively.

"Great God Akamon, please bless our race for prosperity!"

"Great God Akamon, please bless us from calamity, from those things that can harm us!"

……

Guo Sen watched and listened to the pious appearance of the black wolf clan kneeling down to the stone slab, and also confirmed his thoughts.

However, they seem to call Edmund, the god of war in the mouth of the White Wolf Clan, "Akamon", and the pronunciation seems to be somewhat similar.

Could it be that there is really any connection?

However, at this very moment.

From the taiga, nearly three hundred werewolves suddenly came out.

The hair on their bodies is not pure black.

It's a strange pattern of black and white at the same time......

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