The slopes of the barren mountains suddenly burst out of earth and rocks, and the camouflage was gone, revealing a deep cave. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Qianye walked out of the cave, his face was a little pale, and his eyes were deeply sunken, obviously he was tired, but the whole person had an extra kind of momentum that was implicit, which made people palpitate.

Seeing the light of day again, Qianye's eyes narrowed slightly, and it took a moment to adapt to the light of the outside world. He stood on a high place, overlooking the vast wilderness, endless mountains and rivers, and with a long laugh, he felt endless comfort.

For Qianye, the seven days have been extremely rewarding, and the most important thing is not the combat skills, but the realm after letting him see the god general. There are not a few gods who have been in contact with each other in the past thousand nights, such as Zhao Xuanji and Zhao Weihuang, and their real strength is still above the wolf king. However, it is not a real life-and-death struggle, and the experience is one layer worse.

Now in the eyes of Qianye, the world is really different, there are more layers, the colors are more delicate, and many subtleties seem to be within reach. Where perception extends, everything responds to a greater or lesser extent.

The Force is the foundation of the world, and everything contains a Force of different natures, but more or less, and in different forms. What Qianye perceives is the Force hidden in everything.

Being able to perceive the force of the world is the basis of control, and it is this step, throughout the ages, I don't know how many heroes have been stuck.

At this moment, the Thousand Nights, the Force and the Blood Qi have not grown, and they are no different from before. On the other hand, however, the control of power has entered a new realm.

With these seven days, Qianye somewhat understood that the night pupil was no more than a mere earl-level blood qi, why it would have great power in every move.

After releasing the turbidity accumulated for many days, Qianye went straight to a nearby town and let go of a feast. Seven days without a drop of water was also a considerable burden on his body. Finally having enough to eat and drink, Qianye inquired about the distribution of the surrounding cities, and left the town.

Half a day later, on the edge of a city a hundred miles away, a floating boat slowly lifted into the air and sailed towards Listening to the Tide City. It was the Wolf King's base camp, not far from the Ancient Totem Battle Fortress, and it was also the central city that controlled a vast area. Now Qianye is not in a hurry to settle accounts with Ji Rui, but plans to give the wolf king another ruthless blow.

This is a place of neutrality, and even if it is an exchange of interests, it must be based on reciprocal strength. If you don't beat the enemy badly and fear, there will never be a peaceful day. Ji Rui has betrayed the deal several times, and it is said that he has made a choice between Qianye and the other party, and the fundamental reason is that he feels that Qianye's strength is insufficient.

No matter how many mercenaries were killed and the Wrath of the Wind was disabled, it only made Qianye famous in the middle and lower classes. The real authority is in the hands of the powerful people at the level of god generals. And Ji Rui, relying on the left and right sources, got a piece of the pie, which seems to be beautiful, but in fact, it is like building a city on the sand, and it will fall down when you touch it.

The wolf king came to the door to kill Qianye, and he had to come from. This is the sadness of not having hard power.

Having lived in a neutral place for so long, Qianye also understands the way to survive here, and knows the essence of Jirui's wall grass. Such a person can be retained in the future, as long as his strength is strong enough, he will not have two hearts. Of course, if one day Qianye falls off the altar, the first person to bite back is a person like Ji Rui.

And now, Qianye feels that it is time to make people of the level of the Wolf King feel pain.

On the coast of the East China Sea, there is an endless soothing beach, a rugged reef cliff where Qianye once lived, and a cliff with thousands of walls.

The ancient totem battle fortress of the wolf king was built on the cliff, facing the East China Sea, and the momentum was extraordinary. The ancient totem battle fort is not far from Tingchao City, the core city of the human race in the East China Sea.

In the ancient totem battle fort, werewolves were the mainstay, and most of the Terrans who came and went were doing hard labor and cleaning chores. In this castle, the hardest and most tiring work is left to the Terrans. The battle fort is located on a dangerous mountain, and it is inconvenient to go up and down, and if you don't take a floating boat, it takes half a day for ordinary people to go down the mountain. All the people who worked in the fort were not allowed to leave the fort, and in fact became slaves.

Now the night was falling, and the lead clouds were overwhelming in the air, and the clouds almost touched the spire of the castle. At the bottom of the cliff, the raging tide constantly crashes against the cliff wall, making a thunderous roar, and the waves can sometimes splash more than 100 meters.

Such a night, such a power of heaven and earth, even the ancient totem battle fortress seems to be less solid.

Towards midnight, the wind began to pick up. The thunder of the tide filled the heavens and the earth, wave after wave, so that the voice of the foreman in the castle reprimanding the subordinates had to be raised an octave to be heard.

The lights in the castle are dim and flickering, and they can only illuminate some corners and squares. Most of the area was shrouded in suffocating darkness, and the dim light from the narrow windows didn't shine anything at all, but made people feel extra cold and hopeless.

On one side of the mountain wall, a thousand nights are standing. This place is at the same height as the castle hall of the ancient totem, so that most of the battle forts can be seen.

At this moment, the wind and rain are coming, and the howling wind will bring down some gravel from the mountain wall from time to time, such as throwing knives and sharp weapons, once it hits a person, it will break the head and bleed.

Qianye had been standing here for two full hours, observing the terrain and personnel distribution of the Ancient Totem Battle Fortress. The faint glow of fire behind the castle's main hall caught Chiya's attention. To be able to burn in such stormy weather and illuminate the main hall of the castle, the scale of the bonfire is definitely not small.

Werewolves are a race that reveres ancestors and traditions, and there are still many things that werewolves are extremely resistant to, such as floatboats and Force arrays. In the werewolf tradition, totem flames have always held a very important place. In the past, Qianye had a lot of dealings with werewolves during the Imperial War, and when he saw the fire, he felt that it should be a very important place.

Qianye lowered his body, jumped dozens of meters, flew over the cliff, and landed on another mountain. As soon as the howling wind approached his body, it split in two, flowing around the Thousand Nights, and then continued to howl forward. In the storm, Qianye is like a swimming fish, moving forward gracefully and smartly.

This is what Thousand Nights have gained in the past seven days, without using the realm, or even using much Force, it can already make the surrounding environment use itself and create favorable conditions.

A thousand nights leaped like a fly, and in a moment they circled the back of the side of the battle fort and stood at the top of the watchtower tower.

This watchtower is built on a seaside corner and is surrounded by cliffs on both sides. Perhaps not thinking that anyone would be able to come up from this position, the werewolf guards in the watchtower yawned and looked listlessly at the sea.

The night was dark, the lead clouds were overwhelming, and the East China Sea was chaotic, and no matter how hard this werewolf looked, he couldn't see anything.

At this moment, Qianye was standing above his head, but the werewolf guard was unconscious, trying to fight against sleepiness.

Qianye was looking at the backyard of the battle fort at the moment, where a corner was a protruding mountain rock, a hundred meters high, which naturally became a barrier. There was a depression under the rock, and a raging fire burned inside, and two werewolves were holding two pots of black stones, carefully pouring into the fire.

The black stone entered the fire, and the fire immediately burned a little, and then Qianye smelled a faint fragrance, and his mind was immediately clear. It seems that the two basins of black stone are specially made, not ordinary fuel.

On the mountain, ribbons are tied, and behind the flames stands a totem pole, and at the top is a wolf head with blood at the corner of its mouth.

This is the totem of the werewolf tribe, and the flame is the totem fire used for sacrifice, and as long as the tribe exists, the totem fire cannot be extinguished. When the tribe migrates, the tribe's high priest will save the fire of the totem fire and wait for it to reach a new habitat before allowing it to burn again.

In front of the totem fire, there was a werewolf old man crawling, he was naked, his body was painted with blue and red lines, and the wooden staff he held in his right hand was inlaid with Sensen's skull and sharp teeth, full of rough and primitive feeling, but there was a faint sense of arrogance in the wilderness.

The old werewolf has the strong aura of a marquis, but his gray hair and dry skin show the appearance of aging. The powerhouses of the dark race can basically maintain the appearance of their prime, and they are often close to the end of their lives when they show their old age.

With years of understanding of werewolves, Qianye concluded that this werewolf old man was most likely the great sacrifice of this tribe. And from the fact that the totem can be arranged at the highest point of the entire battle fortress, it can be seen that most of the wolf kings belong to this tribe.

Qianye's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a step sideways, turning into the watchtower like a ghost, reaching out to put his hand on the neck of the werewolf guard, and with a slight force, he broke his neck bone.

The werewolf warrior didn't even snort, and fell limply. Thousand Nights stripped off his armor and put it on, got off the watchtower, and walked towards the totem.

The werewolf priest was lying on the ground, humming an ancient and desolate tune, and performing the ritual of ancestral communication. It is said that the Great Sacrifice who cultivates to the depths of Zhan can indeed hear the voice of the ancestors, get guidance, and even get the protection of the ancestors at critical times, so that the combat power skyrockets.

Tonight, the Great Sacrifice is undergoing an extremely important ceremony, and the communication session with the ancestors alone lasts for several hours. This ritual will borrow the power of the tribal ancestors to remove hidden dangers from the wolf king's body.

In the backyard of the fort, there are dozens of werewolf warrior guards, and a patrol of guards will walk by the edge of the square from time to time. At this moment, a werewolf warrior stuck in the shadow of the wall and walked towards the high priest who knelt in front of the totem.

The ritual had been going on for hours, and it was an ordeal for the irritable werewolf. Therefore, although many werewolf warriors were still standing there, their eyes were somewhat distracted. This is an ancient totemic battle fortress, and there has never been a foreign invasion since it was built, so it's no wonder that the werewolves are lax.

Eventually, though, someone discovered the anomaly. A jazz-level werewolf guard captain stared at a werewolf warrior and shouted, "Who are you?

This burst of drinking only alerted a few guards. The wind was too loud.

The werewolves looked up and spotted the suspicious werewolf standing at the base of the wall. At this time, he was only fifty meters away from the position of the Great Priest.

Before many werewolves turned their brains and were still wondering who this werewolf was, Qianye had already taken out the twin flowers and aimed them at the back of the werewolf sacrifice!

"Stop!!"

A thunderclap-like roar rang out in the sky above the Ancient Totem Battle Castle!