"Respected Wind Wolf Leader, I am Rodin, a citizen of the Flint Tribe, and I am going to investigate the anomaly of the seal with the order of the Chief Brooke, I hope you can make it easy to let you go!"

As he spoke, he showed off the tribal totem tattoo on his right forearm. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the head wolf heard this, he didn't say a word, and he didn't look at the tattoo, but just scanned him up and down with his pale green vertical pupils.

Indifferently, without a hint of emotion, as if examining the predator of its prey.

After reading it, Rodin exhaled as if relieved, and his back was unconsciously covered with cold sweat.

"Do you agree?"

The head wolf nodded humanely,

He cautiously asked, "Can the two companions who are passing with me also pass with me?"

After receiving an affirmative reply, Rodin could not help but be overjoyed, and quickly led the two girls over.

The head wolf examined the two women again and nodded in confirmation.

The hearts of the three of them finally let go.

"Sure enough, as you said, the ancestors of the tribe and the wind wolves signed a pact of not offending each other. “

However, his joy did not last long, and the whole person was like falling into the abyss, and his whole body was cold.

After the head wolf saw the two girls leave, his thin body stopped Rodin, and his limbs pressed to the ground and looked at him inexplicably.

"Rodin, what's the matter?

At the girl's urging, Rodin moved his body to bypass the wolf, but was stopped again without exception.

"Cynthia, Isabella, you two go to the destination and wait for me first, I still have something to talk to them about!"

However, this time no matter how much they coaxed, it didn't work, the two girls panicked and wanted to come over, but they heard a low roar from the wolf, and immediately a group of wind wolves blocked it, like a wall of evil energy, completely separating the two sides.

"This ...... What's going on? Didn't we say okay?"

"Wind Wolf Leader, you are violating the contract signed by our ancestors by doing this!"

The wind wolves bared their teeth and grinned fiercely, forcing the two women to retreat.

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

The head wolf let out a few indistinct growls, staring at him fiercely, and his slender and muscular body slowly swam around Rodin's body.

Like a predator patrolling prey that is about to attack.

A cold sweat crept across his forehead, and Rodin licked his dry lips to calm himself as calmly as possible.

"Do you want to fight me?"

The head wolf silently threw a human provocative look.

"Whew...... There's no way, you, a leader who commands hundreds of wind wolves, are not inferior to bronze-level powerhouses, and you have to compete with me, a rookie of the black iron rank, is that considered a bully?!"

He seemed to be completely relaxed, the corners of his mouth grinned indifferently, and said jokingly, "If I defeat you, can you promise me a condition." ”

"If you don't answer, that's a tacit acquiescence?!"

Rodin said to himself,

"If I fail, it won't be a big deal, but I'm lucky enough to defeat you, and how about you give us another cub besides letting us pass?"

The girl who was stopped outside the wolves burst into tears when she heard this.

"Dan, I already have amber, don't duel with him, run!"

Rodin turned to the two of them with a gentle and reassuring smile, and ignored them.

The strange thing is that the leader of the wind wolf on the opposite side really stopped patrolling, tilted his head to show a listening appearance, and even nodded his head in acquiescence after listening.

"With a dignified fight, I guess you won't care about me doing some preparations. “

He said as he pulled out a tube of dark green liquid from his dark cloud saddle bag.

"This is Ferocious Animal Oil, a sword oil specially aimed at beast monsters such as Wind Wolves, Earth Storm Bears, and Moonlight Pythons. ”

He didn't hide it in the slightest, "I want to wipe some so that I can be more sure of you." ”

"If you mind, just say it, or I'll have to do it!"

For such a self-conscious wind wolf leader, conspiracy is more effective than conspiracy!

The wolf didn't say a word, but stood proudly at his side, waiting quietly, seemingly dismissive of his preparations.

The surrounding circle of wind wolves spontaneously withdrew outward for a distance, vacating an open field with a radius of more than twenty meters.

The two women were also forcibly pushed to the outer layer.

Rodin skillfully poured the sword oil onto the smooth blade of the Elwyn, and with a light stroke of his fingers, he wrapped it in an even shell, and the original glow of the sword body was like a pool of autumn water in an instant.

Then he flew with his fingers, carving a line of mysterious characters like iron and silver hooks on the spine of the sword.

This is the Anglo text of the steppe tribes to worship their ancestors - "The power of the ancestors destroys all evils!"

After the last stroke was closed, the layer of sword oil seemed to be integrated with "Erwin", and it was natural.

There was a hint of concealment on the surface of the Anglo characters, as if some kind of seal had been opened for the sword.

He shook his wrist flexibly, and his face was only resolute.

"Okay, I'm ready, you?"

The head wolf grounded his limbs and stood up.

It quickly retracted its nonchalant expression, its green pupils narrowing into a slit, quietly revealing the row of cold white teeth in its long jaw.

The blue light flashed, and the wolf shadow shone brightly.

The wind, a bitter strong wind, whistled by. How fast is the wind?

Rodin raised his brow thoughtfully.

The hair on his sideburns flew back, the kite line tied up like a ponytail at the back of his head was high, and the grass in front of him that just covered the top of his feet was instantly bent down.

He only saw the faint silhouette of the wolf's figure, a ghostly shadow that seemed to be unaffected by gravity, fluttering like a ghost, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Without thinking, he turned around and swung his sword, just in time to block the wolf's claws that swooped down from behind.

"Bang-"

A crisp clash of gold and iron, followed by a continuous explosion of air.

The emaciated blue-headed wolf seemed to have melted into the wind, amorphous, and scattered.

Rodin only felt that the shadows of the claws were flying up and down, left and right, like an antelope hanging its horns, without a trace, and he couldn't react at all, so he was hit several times one after another.

The crimson blood trickled down, and the light brown leather armor was instantly stained with a layer of twilight sunset.

He desperately controlled Erwin's stability, firmly holding the vital points of his body, and had no time to counterattack.

His figure "kicked and kicked" back a distance of more than ten meters, and a blue blurred light and shadow in front of him followed closely behind him, and with every hazy kiss, a bloody arrow flew out, adding a new dripping wound to him.

In a flash of lightning, he was injured all over his body except for the vital positions.

"Stop! Throw in the towel, Dan!"

Cynthia's cries of near-collapse were heard from the sidelines, and Isabella covered her mouth with her hands in silence, her grief inexpressible.

Rodin ignored this, and devoted all his energy to this seemingly disparity of competition.

Fast, too fast! The speed of the head wolf has long exceeded the scope of the Black Iron Rank, and is even much higher than the ordinary Bronze Rank.

"Fortunately, its strength is not outstanding, I can resist it!"

"If I'm just an ordinary Black Iron Force, there's no reason to survive!"

There was no sorrow or joy in Rodin's heart, and his eyes were calm and calm.

He was athletic and steady, allowing his opponent to unleash a tidal wave of continuous attacks, "Erwin" firmly in front of his chest like a Tarzan, and every subtle but subtle change of the blade defused the near-death situation.

At the same time, several tiny, transparent tentacles on his back began to grow silently and slowly.

A tragic entanglement.

Originally, Andre's soul fragment had already engraved the Black Sun Sword Technique in his bones, and what was missing was only actual combat training.

Under the pressure of this unprecedented death, Black Sun's swordsmanship became more and more proficient, and gradually gained an indescribable true taste. The sword body was naturally attached to a layer of vibrating ancestral dragon power, and every time it resisted the head wolf's minions, a subtle strange force invaded the opponent's body.

It looked like he was covered in bruises, but the power of the ancestral dragon, which had an excellent recovery effect, was also constantly repairing his body.

Although there were many wounds, none of them were truly fatal.

In this repeated cycle, he unexpectedly supported it, and the situation changed slightly.

The power of the ancestral dragon that jumped into the head wolf's body gradually affected its strength, and its speed and strength decreased to varying degrees, and the ethereal shadow that melted into the wind began to dull.

Rodin's exhaustion from the beginning finally had the strength to fight back.

After the wolf's offensive slowed down, he was able to devote more energy to manipulating the bloodline tentacles.

The two quietly growing colorless tentacles had already taken shape, standing between his lower backs, like two extra arms.

Taking advantage of the gap between the wolf pounces, the tentacles suddenly attacked.

"Smack-"

In the crisp sound of air explosion, the two tentacles were like the long tongues of a lizard preying on flies, and the demon danced wildly and dragged a translucent afterimage, which closed in an instant like lightning on both sides of the wolf.

"Whew-"

The tentacles slammed into the wolf's shadow.

The head wolf let out a terrible cry of pain, trembling and retreating, floating backwards ten meters away.

For the first time so far in the fighting, it interrupted the offensive.

The blue fur of its two front paws was stained with rouge-like blood, and a stream of corroded white smoke "ziz" came out.

In one blow, then declining, and then exhausted, the overwhelming momentum appeared fatally flawed.

He was stained with blood by dozens of wounds all over his body, and the girl watching the battle had turned from hoarse to choked.

But he laughed, mad and bloody.

"So you're so unbeaten!"

The corners of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, blowing the horn of counterattack.

"Kick, kick, kick......" The wolves near it clearly felt the ground trembling slightly.

The thin figure in the sight strode forward, and landed on the ground, and the thick green grass was pressed down outward by the invisible wind.

As soon as it landed, it opened a layer of ripple-like lines in the lawn.

As he ran, the rose tattoo on his chest flashed, and the silver-scaled dominoes covered him one after another, enveloping his whole body in the blink of an eye.

He incarnated as a silver-armored god, holding the hilt of his sword horizontally with both hands, "Erwin" pointed directly at the head wolf, and in this strongest state, a visible arrow-shaped film of air broke in front of him, with the tip of the sword as the apex, and shot out in an instant.

152. Victory

The wind was galloping, and the wolf's claws collided violently with the blade of the sword.

A dull handover.

The figure did not move, and the illusory wolf shadow took a small half step back, and he ran straight up like a Tarzan.

"Erwin" changed his previous submissive style, and slashed and stabbed at the head wolf, and the shadow of the sword was mixed with two enchanting tentacles, and the wind and rain poured down.

The sword is majestic, pointing to the sky and the earth.

Attacking and defending in an instant, Rodin seized the initiative.

The head wolf dodged and moved swiftly, avoiding the blade every time it could not be attacked, and his calm eyes showed that he was particularly powerful.

However, those two twisted tentacles have been tirelessly entangled and interfered, and once they touch its body, they will corrode and cause severe pain at every turn. It had no choice but to fall into a completely passive situation, sitting back and watching the opportunity to counterattack fail.

Once the wolf is an animal, once it loses the momentum and fighting spirit of bloody fighting, it will lose the victory.

"Ang-" The ancient roar rang out, and Rodin's long-cherished dragon roar killer suddenly erupted.

The leader of the wind wolf lost his mind for a moment, and Elwin's sword shadow was like a mountain, skimming against its back, cutting off a shallow layer of flesh.

"It's a pity, the fight almost ended. “

Missed this opportunity, and the rhythm of the next one slowly fell into his control.

Rodin pressed the head wolf step by step, and the wounds on its body gradually increased, and the blue fur was dripping with blood.

The damage inflicted by the tentacles is attached to the power of the ancestral dragon, and the corroded flesh burrows into its bones.

And the sword marks stained with ferocious animal oil, each one is a deep gap, bleeding endlessly.

As time passed, the power of the Black Sun Sword Technique continued to accumulate, weakening its attributes.

Defeat seems to be a foregone conclusion.

"Woo-" The wolf pulled back again, far away from the sword ring and the difficult tentacles.

It began to gallop around Rodin, and its slowed speed had climbed back to its peak.

Judging by its injuries, it seemed like a desperate gamble, the last wave to erupt.

One by one, the afterimages remained in the retina, melting into the cold wind, and there seemed to be four wind wolves baring their teeth around him at the same time, confusing his vision and confusing his judgment.

He frantically swung his blade tentacles, but he could only "chase after the wind" and could not hurt his entity.

Fast, too fast, endless, dizzying. There was a hint of confusion in his mind, so he simply turned his sword back to defense, and temporarily did not move to respond to all changes.

Such a high-speed run is bound to be difficult to last.

"Hiss-" In a sharp boom, a strong wind suddenly swept over the grass on the grassland.

Grass clippings fluttered and were cut by invisible blades.

Suddenly, a half-moon-shaped blue light whistled through his dark pupils.

It was a half-moon blade that spanned six feet, summoned from the void in front of the wolf, and galloped toward his feet.

His mind went blank and there were no thoughts.

Driven purely by survival instinct, he suddenly clubbed the hilt of his sword with both hands, and his body was in the air.

The extreme force of the explosion hit "Elwin", his left calf reacted slightly slowly, and immediately a sharp pain came, and the rose armor was sliced alive with a small piece of flesh.

The blade of the sword is tilted, and the figure is crooked.

He fell head-on, ate a mouthful of grass and mud, and desperately got up, looking around with palpitations.

But I saw that a whole circle of lawns about six feet wide and hundreds of meters wide and stretched for hundreds of meters behind him had been shaved clean, and even a few unlucky wind wolves were injured by mistake and wailed.

If it weren't for the protection of the seal armor, it is estimated that the left calf would have been gone.

"Good fellow, wouldn't I be separated from my body if I wasn't careful?"

The wolf unleashed the powerful Wind Blade for a momentary period of exhaustion.

But Rodin's fall was just enough to get it through the interval, and its minions were in love, its hideous pupils staring in his direction without blinking.

The wind suddenly blows and wrinkles the verdant green.

"It's endless!"

With a light sigh, the razor-like wind blade of extremely sharp and efficient lawn mowers came in an instant.

"Elwin" clinged to his chest and abdomen, and he spun in the air with his extraordinary physique, just to avoid a catastrophe.

"Melee combat is not good, you play yin with me, I will too!"

Without allowing it to be extremely severe, he clenched his fists into the shape of a spear, and the pocket-sized dragon-shaped arrow broke through his fingers and ricocheted towards the head wolf.

When the wind blade was released, the wind wolf's body would stiffen for a moment, and he was lucky enough to seize this opportunity.

"Poof" sounded like a defeated leather, and its right forelimb joint was hit by the power of this ancestral dragon, and its skin opened flesh, and it suddenly wailed in a low voice, and its steps became limping.

He buried his body very low, his iron teeth clenched at the blade of his sword, his limbs running like a beast, and his tentacles and arms were frantically slashed back, like a spirit snake, snaking towards the head wolf at high speed.

The head wolf desperately unleashed another wind blade, which flew past the back of Rodin's head. He suddenly felt a chill in his head, and he didn't know how much black hair had been shaved off.

Seeing that its opponent was close at hand, it forcibly supported its injured foot joint and turned to flee, but its speed was greatly reduced, and it was caught up in an instant.

It can be said that there is no way to heaven and no door to the earth.

Rodin suddenly jumped on the wolf's back with a tiger, and the wind wolf suddenly scurried up and down in a frenzy, how could a proud leader let a human ride on it?!

However, the tentacles of the ancestral dragon's power wrapped around it tightly, no matter how it tossed, it was as steady as a mountain.

"Haha, I can't imagine that I will be able to ride a wolf one day, but I don't know if he is a male wolf or a female wolf!"

His expression was relieved, and he did not want to delay any longer, and raised his huge fist and struck the wolf in the waist lightly and heavily.

Beasts include wind wolves, and they inevitably have the inertia of copper-headed and iron-tailed tofu waists. Under this blow, the crazy head wolf suddenly fell to the ground like a python that had been pulled out of the marrow, his whole body was sore, and his mouth whimpered and screamed, so it was not miserable.

Rodin retracted the ancestral dragon's tentacles, put his sword into the sheath, wiped a handful of blood and sweat stains on his forehead, and asked violently, "Wind Wolf Leader, it seems that I won this time by luck." “

His body trembled, there was no pain in his body, and his physical strength and ancestral dragon strength were almost exhausted, if the wind wolf leader held on for a few more moments, he would fall.

The head wolf prostrate on the ground and no longer struggled, but nodded extremely humanely, and his originally ferocious eyes became as docile as a loyal dog.

"Then you'll have to let us go, and bring the wolf cub who owes it over. “

"Whew-" it let out a low roar.

The hundreds of wind wolves watching around lined up on both sides and let go of the two girls with pear blossoms and rain.

"Ouch...... Pain!" In an instant, a delicate figure rushed into his arms with a gust of fragrant wind, and wrapped around his waist tightly despite the blood.

"Relax, honey, you're going to strangle me!"

Cynthia looked up at his body carefully with tears in her eyes, and looked at it, and tears the size of beans slid down her delicate face like a flood that burst the embankment.

Her cold and soft little hand caressed the wounds one after another, and asked gently,

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, these wounds just look miserable, but they're just skin wounds. ”

He gently hugged the girl's delicate body, spun in place, and suddenly grinned in pain.

"Woo...... I'm so useless, why should you face all this alone!?"

"Who called you the most important person to me? Now I protect you, and when you grow up, then you must be replaced to protect me!"

On the other side, Isabella watched the two of them look at each other affectionately and inseparably attached, and couldn't help but withdraw the half-stretched snow arm, silver teeth clenched her pink lips, and finally fell silent after she wanted to speak.

Behind the two women, a giant cyan wolf with shiny fur cautiously approached several people, holding a fluffy and fleshy wind wolf cub in the corner of its mouth.

Rodin took the cub over with one hand, and the wind wolf completed his mission and immediately retreated respectfully into the group.

The wolves were motionless and prostrate on the ground, as silent as worshippers of kings.

"Look, what a lovely little one, it's more pitiful than the family horse, which looks like a dog and not a dog!"

With that, Rodin pushed the cub into Cynthia's arms.

At this moment, this little blue-gray thing was looking at the two people in front of him curiously with big green eyes, showing a mouthful of immature baby teeth from time to time, and naughtily biting its big hand, not timid at all.

"When you learn the secret art of taming beasts, it's time to take it and add amber. One for running for your life, one for fighting, and that's enough!"

Cynthia twitched her delicate little nose, her expression full of emotion.

"Ahem......"

"Rodin. Your wounds are not light, so let's go back to the camp and deal with them first. “

Isabella saw the two kissing me and me in front of her, but after all, she couldn't help but open her mouth, and felt a strange pleasure for a moment.

"Actually, it's not a big deal, I have rough skin and thick flesh, and the power of the bloodline is just good at recovery, I don't believe you take a closer look, most of them have begun to stop bleeding!"

"No matter how much you heal, you can't withstand the bumps on horseback, it will definitely break the wound. ”

Isabella persisted in persuasion, and Cynthia nodded in agreement.

Rodin smiled helplessly, "Then let's get out of here first, talk as we go." ”

Regardless of that, he pulled the dark clouds and walked slowly towards Andrei's tomb.

The two women could only persuade with great painstaking persuasion and left after them.

Behind the three of them, hundreds of wind wolves respectfully prostrate on the ground, looking directly at the backs of the three of them with green eyes, and the head wolf who lost the game stood up tremblingly, limped back to the wind wolves, and also cast a saluting gaze.

There is no resentment, just a willingly respectful gesture.

The law of the jungle and worship of the strong is the most basic law of the beast.

In the battle just now, although he was covered with scars and had brushed shoulders with death several times, it was indeed hearty and happy.

Most of the power of the bloodline in his body was consumed, and all the means he could use were used, which also made him understand the true level of his strength.

"Bronze-level monster, take it!"

There was an uncontrollable excitement, but it was quickly alert, and the crippled black hair on the back of his head reminded him all the time.

"The Wind Wolf Leader was a little underestimated at first, and besides, in the real battle, there was probably no extra time for me to prepare sword oil. ”

"No matter how strong or weak the opponent is, you have to go all out!"

"If I slack off at all, I'm probably going to be under the wind. ”

His thoughts were like electricity, and he felt the tingling and itching of the wounds on his body slowly healing, and there were also doubts in his mind.

"Why did it take the initiative to provoke me against the covenant with the ancestors of the tribe?"

Isabella's eyebrows frowned slightly when she heard this, and she didn't have a clue.

"Is there something about me that makes it uncomfortable?"

Cynthia was still concerned about his injuries.

"Dan, why don't we return to the tribe first, your body is important, let's put the task aside first!"

"Ahem...... That, dear, I'm really fine, I don't believe you touch it!"

"Ouch, lighter, no, my bones are going to fall apart, pull me!"

......

The noon sun is getting stronger.

The shadows of the three people and the two horses dragged longer and longer, disappearing from the wolf's field of vision.

Suddenly, several sturdy male wolves gathered around the defeated head wolf, and they stared at the cold light, showing silent provocation to the wounded leader.