The woman's fingertips popped out a few sharp nails, and the mountain crocodile's rock-hard scales were cut open like pieces of paper. She looked inside the wound, and sure enough, it was full of withered flesh.

She flicked the smooth cut of the mountain crocodile's fatal wound again, "Vampire Blade? Will you be the one who is more powerful than the Night Pupil?"

The woman stood up and looked around, her gaze falling on the corpse of another mountain crocodile, and then the next. She stood still, but her gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the mountains and trees without any hindrance, and find what she wanted to see.

After a moment, her gaze turned to Viscount Brudo, and her whole body gradually blurred. A gust of mountain wind blew and disappeared without a trace.

The forest leading to the Viscount's Castle remains fairly pristine, with only a dilapidated avenue leading to the Pass, but that doesn't mean there are no inhabitants around.

After a while, Qianye found that the road leading to the castle was dotted with several werewolf tribes, large and small, and those tribal warriors were the arch guards on the periphery of the castle and his obstacles.

There was an indescribable feeling in Qianye's heart, as if he had overlooked something. He simply stopped, jumped onto a cedar tree that pierced straight through the clouds, and looked out at the core area of the werewolf viscount unfolding in front of him.

Werewolves, warriors, etc., it turns out that this should be the case! Qianye suddenly realized that assassination may not be the best way, and killing Brudo can disintegrate the most powerful force of werewolves. But it will take a lot of effort to completely occupy it afterwards and suppress the resistance.

Maybe he could have chosen another way.

The werewolves here revere pure primitive martial prowess, and as a viscount, Brudo must be the strongest warrior in the surrounding area. Since he is the strongest, according to werewolf tradition, he will be the one who rushes to the front in battle, and accepts any challenge from the front.

Chiya decides to change the strategy for the rest of the battle.

A moment later, a terrible wolf howl suddenly sounded from the depths of the forest. The voice spread far away, and soon several long howls were answered. In the blink of an eye, the whole forest was shaken, and angry howls rang out one after another.

A young werewolf warrior let out a howl in response, and rushed in the direction of his companion's initial warning. But he hadn't taken two steps before he saw a young human man appear in front of him.

The werewolf warrior pounced almost without thinking, opening his mouth and biting down his opponent's throat!

However, the human man casually reached out his hand, and the young werewolf found that his throat had been choked. The other party's hand was like a steel cast, no matter how much he struggled, he didn't relax in the slightest.

Qianye didn't have much interest in the young werewolf against him, although the other party was also level five, but he was still fighting by instinct, and he had no systematic and professional combat training at all. At this level, no matter how many people there are, it is useless in front of Qianye.

It seems that these werewolves don't know this, but Thousand Nights will soon make them understand the gap.

With a slight increase in his hand, Chiya snapped the young werewolf's neck bone, and then let go of his hand, allowing him to slide to the ground. The werewolf hadn't died immediately, but if it wasn't treated in time, it would soon stop breathing.

Thousand Nights begins to run in the forest again, and the complex terrain of the mountains and forests is the home of the werewolves and the home of Thousand Nights. He sped up suddenly, quickly catching up with a werewolf patrol and running alongside them.

The sudden appearance of the figure startled the werewolf, and after a short panic, the warriors saw that it was a human in front of them, and a black-haired werewolf immediately roared: "Intruder!

Several werewolves rushed towards Qianye in response, but Qianye took a step forward, his body was like electricity, and he had passed through the many werewolves and appeared in front of the black-haired werewolf, Dongyue simply swept and cut him into two pieces from the waist. For enemies who intend to eat themselves, Chiya has never had the habit of showing mercy to his subordinates.

The black-haired werewolf is likely to be the leader of this squad, far taller and stronger than the other werewolves, but he can't stop it under the Thousand Nights Sword. However, the werewolf warriors were not afraid, and still howled wildly to send out the warning signal, and at the same time rushed forward and pounced on the thousand nights.

Qianye raised Dongyue flatly, and with a flick of his wrist, several sword shadows suddenly appeared at the blade of the sword. In an instant, all the werewolves were stabbed in the abdomen, and they fell down with a miserable howl, and none of them could get up again.

Qianye slowly put away Dongyue and threw a sentence at the werewolf warrior who fell to the ground in front of him, "If Brudo is a real warrior, come out to fight, don't just send you wastes to die!"

With that, Thousand Nights calmly walked through the werewolves and disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Not long after, a tall werewolf with brown hair appeared on the scene. The wounded werewolves relayed Chiya's words, and he was startled at first, then furious, and let out a long howl in the sky.

Qianye hadn't gone far yet, and when he heard the wolf howl full of challenge, he immediately sneered and turned back to face the battle.

A moment later, the brown-haired werewolf was almost completely embedded in an ancient tree, its long tongue hanging down from its mouth, unable to retract it. Both of his arms were completely deformed, and he didn't know how many bones had broken in his body. At this moment, there was no longer a fierce light in his eyes, and some were only deeply afraid.

Qianye stood in front of him and said lightly: "The time of battle is not as long as the time of rushing. ”

With that, Qianye put away Dongyue, who was resting on the werewolf's neck, and turned to leave.

For some reason, as soon as he took a few steps, Qianye suddenly felt a little unnatural, as if a pair of eyes were watching him somewhere. He subconsciously swept around with his true vision, only to find some faint dark Force reactions in the distance, and that kind of fiery aura should be the werewolf warrior who was rushing this way.

And that feeling is fleeting, and it can no longer be captured.

Qianye didn't delay any longer, and quickly ran several kilometers, put a whole squad of werewolf warriors, and then drifted away.

As the casualties increased, the werewolves gradually began to realize that the vast mountain forest where they lived had become a natural hunting ground, but this time the roles of the prey and the hunter were reversed, and the human who suddenly appeared was the hunter, and the werewolves of the entire viscount were the prey.

Inside the Viscount's Castle, Brudo was scurrying up and down the halls, his throat constantly roaring with rage, and already a table and several chairs had been torn to pieces under his claws.

"How dare a damn human insult me like this, insult the toughest warrior in this territory!"

The werewolves in the hall were all afraid, and no one dared to persuade the angry viscount at this time. Only the human woman who had always sat in the shadows said, "Bludo, calm down! you are not only a strong warrior, but a wise leader." Anger won't solve the problem. ”

Her voice was soft, but the werewolf viscount in a rage heard it, and he snorted several times in a row, finally barely suppressing his anger.

Brudo suddenly turned his head, stared at the woman, and said word by word, "But he is challenging me, challenging us in the traditional hunting ground of werewolves!

"As a fighter, you should fight. But as a leader, you can't fall into his trap. Has the glory of werewolves been used less by the Bloods before, and why should it be provoked by humans?"

"So what should I do?!"

"Send your best warriors into the forest, kill him, or capture him. Since it was a human being, the body would be his weakest link. You have a large number of warriors, don't be afraid of sacrifice and drag him to death!"

Brudo's face was gloomy, and his nose was snorting with a hot breath that seemed to be about to burn, but he began to think.

Looking out of the window in front of him, he could see hundreds of werewolf warriors gathered on the top of a small hill not far away. A tall werewolf was standing in front of the crowd, waving his arms vigorously and roaring loudly.

The werewolf displayed his primitive form, with shiny dark brown hair and a tall, muscular body that was stronger than most of the werewolves present.

He deliberately exposed several huge scars on his body, and roared at the werewolf warriors below: "We are the descendants of the wolf god, and every drop of blood in our blood is born for battle! The lowly and insidious and weak human beings are only worthy of food! Now there is a human who dares to provoke us, brothers! This is an opportunity to restore the ancient glory and tradition, come with me, go and catch him, tear him to pieces, and put him on the table!"

The roar of the brown-haired werewolf was accompanied by a bloodthirsty effect, which stimulated the werewolf warriors to howl excitedly, and they all appeared in werewolf form.

Brudo's face was very gloomy. The brown-haired werewolf is his uncle, a fanatic of ancient glory.

Ancient Glory is the most radical of the werewolves, advocating the restoration of the wolf god's rule over the seven "sacred land" continents during the mythological period, and destroying all the landmasses outside the glory of the other gods.

Not only do they regard humans as food and blood clans as feuds that cannot coexist, but they also think that the demons are insidious and the evolution of spiders and demons is incomplete, and as for the other small races other than the four major races, they are all classified as hybrids. All in all, in the eyes of the Old Glory, the world was all enemies. Even werewolves from other factions may be classified as enemies.

Such an extremely radical idea is difficult for even Bredaux, who adheres to tradition, to accept in its entirety. However, the more werewolves there are, the more supporters of the Old Glory Sect become.

Seeing that the brown-haired werewolf gradually stirred up the feelings of the young werewolves, Brudo couldn't help frowning, and wanted to intervene to stop it.

His arm was suddenly grabbed, and the woman walked up to him at some point, looked outside, and said softly, "Isn't that great? ”

Brudo struggled in his heart, but in the end he did not take the woman's hand away.

Hidden in the lush canopy of an ancient tree, Thousand Nights looked through the four-elephant scope at the wildly roaring brown-haired werewolf on the top of the hill. Although the distance was a little far, the wild wind was blowing in this direction, and the werewolf roar echoed and passed through the mountains, drifting intermittently into the ears of a thousand nights.

"Tear up all human food and eat the wolf god!"

Most of the words spoken by the brown-haired werewolves are the lingua franca of the Dark Realm, and there are a few of the most fiercely pronounced nouns that are more like wolf howls, which are supposed to be the tribal languages of werewolves. However, those words were repeated by the werewolf, and Qianye finally guessed the meaning a little, revealing a slightly sarcastic mockery, it turned out to be the ancient glory faction.

He slowly pulled down the trigger, and the distinctive voice of the eagle shot pierced the sky, and the brown-haired werewolf fell in response.

Thousand Nights leaped to the top of the canopy, calmly struck the eagle behind him, and then gestured a middle finger at the werewolves who were almost boiling with rage, and then leapt into the forest and disappeared.

The werewolf viscount stood in front of the window, his whole body trembling. Qianye's middle finger is aimed at him. In front of many fighters, he could no longer flinch no matter what.

Brudo pushed the woman away firmly, leaped out of the window, raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl, and then chased after her with astonishing speed.