"Woo-la!" Reinhardt's axe shattered the carapace of the black-crowned wolf, embedded deep in its body, and the canopy-crested wolf, who had been hit so hard that even the thin holes in his face were oozing blood, and it was obvious that he would not survive.

But it wasn't dead after all—it turned back at Reinhardt's hand in a position that almost broke its own neck, and tensed its own body so hard that Reinhardt couldn't pull back the axe stuck in its body for a moment.

"Whew!" its plan didn't succeed, a dark gray shadow flashed, and the top half of its face disappeared. The long kiss that left only the jaw naturally could no longer hurt Reinhardt. So, it had to flick its tongue twice, and it fell to the ground and died.

Reinhardt shook his hand and drew his axe from the corpse of the canopy wolf that had been loosened by death, waiting for the next black-shelled canopy wolf to challenge.

Because of their size, these mutated canopy wolves can't besiege in groups like ordinary canopy wolves, they can only line up one by one.

It seems to be pure, even ordinary hunters can deal with it, but in reality it is not that simple. The carapace on the body of these crowned wolves is not white, they have extraordinary defensive power, and every time they break the defense, it is a double test of strength and weapons, even Gurubang and Batura have to retreat after killing the two crowned wolves.

The previous large group of canopy wolves were all dealt with by Faust, and they only fought against the canopy wolves in a very short period of time. This led the warriors to misestimate the capabilities of the canopy wolf - it turns out that most hunters may not be able to defeat even a crested wolf.

However, this does not mean that Faust's power is superior to these warriors, in fact, his combat power may be stronger than that of the old chieftain, but it is definitely not that crushing power.

These mutant canopy wolves have almost no brains, and their intelligence is even inferior to that of their all-natural counterparts. Under the meningeal concussion of Faust's borrowed equipment, there is no resistance at all.

It's a pity that Faust's equipment ability can only be used once in a short period of time, otherwise he will be able to break into the magic city alone with this equipment.

While Reinhardt was fighting, the old chief was not idle. His fighting style is very different from Reinhardt's, and he doesn't always use just the right amount of strength like Reinhardt to waste as much energy as possible.

Instead, he prefers to completely destroy his opponents with a stormy attack. On several occasions, he even chased out of the cave and rushed back and forth among the wolves, and finally had to retreat because of the siege.

As a result, he killed almost twice as many canopy wolves as Reinhardt. It didn't come without a cost, though - he had already exhausted most of his stamina to the point of letting out a bellows-like gasp.

"These monsters are really powerful. The old chief gasped, "almost as long as when I was younger." If Faust had been listening, he must have been referring only to the time when the old chief killed the great ape.

It's a pity that Mayor Marula's memory is severely distorted, causing Faust to miscalculate the monster's combat power, otherwise he wouldn't have fallen into such a situation so easily.

"What shall we do next, Lord Faust?" the old chief asked, taking a deep breath and turning to Faust. He had done so much damage to the Crowned Wolves that even these death-defying monsters were now standing still, only occasionally purring menacingly at the fortifications.

Faust had dug the cave, but was still a little undecided - for some reason, he just thought there was something wrong with the cave.

Digging this hole is too easy, and with the power of Hud Meier's dentures, it is not difficult to dig a hole in any soil, so what is wrong?

Faust carefully recalled the whole process of digging the burrow, but still found nothing. It's not often that there are no clues like this, and when they do, they always give Faust a headache - and now, not only does he have a headache, but even his gums hurt a little.

The old chieftain's voice pulled Faust out of the tangle. He turned around and heard the worried voice of the old chief again, "Lord Faustus, they have stopped attacking, but ......"

Faust understood what the old chief meant, that the canopyed wolves were a species that didn't care about morale at all, and that they would never back down from too many deaths—they could only be waiting for the next round of reinforcements.

Besides, looking at their throwaway attitude towards the black-shelled canopy wolf, it is clear that there are many more such monsters. If they organize another wave of acid spitting......

Faust imagined for a moment, and the sight shuddered him—even if he could hold off the second, third, or even fourth waves, you could never guarantee that there would be no fifth, or even sixth, black-shelled canopy wolves.

Thinking of this, Faust immediately made a decision, "Chief Chief, the shelter has been dug up, organize the transfer of the wounded!"

Faust was not an indecisive man, and he clearly recognized that now was not the time to consider his inexplicable sense of insecurity. The most important thing is to run away from these damn canopy wolves.

When the chief heard this, he couldn't help but perk up, and he hurriedly beckoned, "Do you hear that?" young men, take your brothers and go inside. ”

"By the way, Latzing and Jorge, you two pay attention to the movements of the canopy wolf, Gurubang and Batura, if those little monsters come up again, you pay attention to meet the enemy......"

As Faust walked towards the cavern, the old chieftain's voice grew farther and farther until it was inaudible. Silence replaced noise, and in the depths of the earth, where no one had disturbed for thousands of years, even the sound seemed to become cautious.

Faust's hand brushed lightly against the walls of the cave, and some blood-connected force made him throb—just as he had felt when he had been exposed to Zhannath for the past few days.

There was another Zhanas, Faust who didn't think so, and his perception stretched far along the earth, and there was nothing but the earth, or the earth.

This feeling of intimacy fascinated him, and it was subtly different from the feeling of Zhanas, lacking possessiveness and destruction, but more of a sense of intimacy.

"Your Excellency Faust, this time thanks to your help, it is truly deserved...... Children of the Earth!" The old chief's voice once again broke the silence that Faust was enjoying, and he frowned and turned back.

"You are so modest, Chief Chief," Faust said with a smile on his face that could not be distinguished, "if it weren't for you to deter the wolves, how would I have had time for these things?"

"Heck, if it were you, you would have done better than me. Faust's compliment seemed to make the old chief very happy, and he rubbed his hands together politely.

"The most important thing is that we finally ...... Finally ......" The old chief's face was still rosy when he said the first half of the sentence, but when he highlighted the word "finally", his face suddenly turned pale.

Faust had never seen a man with such mastery of face-changing, and he could hardly help but applaud in admiration. But he immediately realized that the old chief was not the kind of person who was so bored that he changed his face.

He quickly turned his head, only to see the lilac tentacles surging like a tide.