Faust pretended to be unwary of the canopy wolf's sneak attack, and slowly paced the camp with Zhanas in his arms.

Faust didn't know what the tent was meant to do, but he hated it now—it was nearly seventy paces from the nearest tent, and there were a dozen trees in between.

Faust could clearly feel that on average there were three or five crested wolves lurking in each tree. He was now almost walking in the middle of the enemy line, and the high-flying canopy wolf could condescendingly attack him at any moment.

Faust, in particular, was still using telesensing, and he could see what each wolf looked like—which one stared at his neck and leapt, which one suddenly moved its forelimbs...... All their movement weighed on Faust's nerves.

It's not that Faust can't fight these canopy-crested wolves, in fact, if he puts on a stone skin and rushes into the middle of the pack to release a meningeal concussion, he can kill a large number of crested wolves.

Regardless, he can't stop all the canopy wolves, who will storm the camp and sabotage Faust's entire plan—without the support of the old chieftain, Faust's trip to the ancient city will be much more risky and difficult to achieve his goals.

Faust's appetite is not satisfied with a small town that has risked his life—he has bigger plans, big enough to encompass the entire territory of Redstone City, and even the empire will be shaken by him.

"Woohoo. Faust noticed that a crested wolf had a soft howl, a sound similar to that of an owl that lived in the jungle, and that it was not in the slightest discernible that it was a wolf's voice. If Faust didn't know how to use remote sensing, he would have thought that the sound really came from an owl.

He immediately turned his attention to the canopy-wolf—a wolf made an owl call, and Faust bet that something bad was going to happen.

However, the wolf did not move, and after the chirping, he returned to his original posture and lurked in the canopy, only occasionally moving himself to change his position.

"Is it my delusion?" thought Faust, who was a suspicious man who often had this delusion—a delusion that had become worse since his encounter with the old toad Hama, and he almost thought that the persecution paranoia was contagious.

Faust withdrew most of his attention, paying only slightly more attention to this wolf than to the other canoped wolves. That's when he noticed something was wrong.

The storyteller cursed in his heart, suddenly gave up his disguise, and ran towards the center of the camp with his legs open, shouting as he ran, "The canopy wolf is coming!

Faust had just noticed that several crested wolves were moving slowly between the canopies, and their route coincided with Faust's path. Obviously, these cunning monsters were motivated to kill the wrong ones, and they did not intend to let Faust go regardless of whether Faust was aware of their actions or not.

Faust shouted loudly, knowing that it could be heard far away in silence, but he also knew that there was no silence in the middle of the camp. In other words, he mostly did useless work.

After shouting a few times, Faust found that no one responded, so he cursed again, gave up the idea of informing others, and concentrated on finding his teammates, and then everyone ran away together.

Even without the help of the old chieftain, the expedition would still have to be carried out, and the ancient city would still have to be visited, and he could not have given up on his teammates now.

The canopy wolf sped up as Faust accelerated, and apparently understood—Faust had already sensed them.

They were silent, like gray-green shadows, scurrying out of the canopy of the trees and rushing towards Faust. This is their last chance, and if Faust is not stopped, then the sneak attack will turn into a strong attack, and the leader's long-held wishes will be frustrated.

Faust ignored the crested wolves that leaped down, this was not a gladiatorial arena, and it would not help him in the slightest to defeat these hungry wolves—he had observed more than two hundred wolves, and in the distance, there were apparently many more. He estimated that if the canopy wolf surrounded the camp, there would be at least fifteen hundred canopy wolves.

A canopy wolf leaped onto his back, biting viciously into his neck, his front paws firmly clasping Faust's skin, and kicking his hind legs in the hope of inflicting more damage on Faust.

"Bang!boom!" But the canopy wolf's attack did not have the desired effect, instead it only left white marks on Faust's swarthy body. When he first started running, Faust used stone skin to save himself and Zhannath, and he didn't plan to make his skin harder than the canopy wolf's teeth.

Faust didn't fight back, he stopped abruptly and let a few canopy wolves pounce in front of him. Several canopy wolves were about to launch a second attack with their strength again, but they saw Faust stomp his foot, and the whole person seemed to sink into the ground as if he had sunk into the water.

Several of the canopy wolves were stunned, especially the one lying on Faust's back, which barked a few times, and was surprisingly dog-like. Soon, several more canopy wolves jumped off the canopy, and the one that Faust was concerned about was among them.

A group of canopy wolves snorted a few times from face to face, as if they had made a decision. The crested wolf at the head suddenly raised its head and let out a howl of "whoa".

The voice was different from the usual wolf howl, and the tone was tactful and complex, and it seemed to be a wonderful language.

Soon, the canopy began to rustle - thousands of canopy wolves moved together, and even if they moved lightly, it was difficult to be as silent as before. They attacked—Faust had escaped, the news had leaked, and the sneak attack had become pointless, so they had no choice but to attack.

Tree-crowned wolves leaped from canopy to canopy, like shadows piercing the night sky, and there were many on the ground, they had previously hidden in the bushes, but now they had given up their concealment, and just wanted to run to the battlefield as fast as possible.

Soon, the camp remembered the shouting and shouting—the sound of thousands of wolves moving together was not small, and the natives could hear it if they were not deaf.

After a few more seconds, the natives and the canopy wolves began to fight—Faust heard the screams and felt the fear of death.

The fluctuations of the telemetry slowly swept over a large area, and after confirming that all the canopy wolves had left, Faust slowly peeked out of the ground.

He didn't choose to report to the chief—that's what the Crowned Wolf was all about, and he didn't want to rush headlong into the middle of the battlefield. Faust glanced towards the center of the camp, took a deep breath, and dived back underground.

He was going back to camp and joining his teammates - he didn't dare to say rescue, with Reinhardt there, his teammates were not in great danger, but once everyone was separated, the expedition would be ruined.