Under the breeze of late spring, the flagpole standing on the high mountain range, the flagpole made of the whole tree trunk, with a huge animal skin hanging on it, that is, a flag, representing the identity of this tribe on this wall.

I saw that the animal skin was gently blown by the breeze, and under the rope made of strong and elastic animal tendons, it swayed from side to side, but the huge totem on it—the pitch-black flame.

The flame was so great that even if you stood under the city wall, you could see it very clearly when you looked up, it was like a real flame, burning on the skin, it was so expressive, it was impossible to believe that it was painted by a man.

It is true that the totem on this banner was not so expressive when it was first drawn, but it was indeed processed by Su Ming with the power of faith, which is why it became so magical.

"It's them, it's really them. In the midst of a dense bush, a large, hidden, very clever figure, when it carefully saw the flags fluttering on the city wall, began to slowly retreat towards the back.

The slow movement, as well as the expression that became serious, made the other members who were lurking together feel very incredible when they saw it.

Needless to say, this lurking figure is the advance party of those white-clawed wolves.

You know, they haven't seen it so cautious since the lame joined the group. Even when it was competing with another kind of Savage Behemoth, the strongest speed-type Savage Behemoth in this area, I hadn't seen it behave like this.

Although everyone was a little puzzled about its performance, it was also according to the standard of lameness, and it was carefully retreated, so as not to let the other party find out about their traces as much as possible.

They trusted it, not just because it was the leader of the advance team, or because it was the leader's successor, but because of its extraordinary intelligence and courage.

When they were competing for supremacy in this area and gaining participation in the hunting of humans, they were not at an advantage, but at a disadvantage. Whether it is the advantage in the number of the group or the comparison of the strength of individual members, the white-clawed wolf has always been a disadvantage.

It was it, lame, based on the slight advantage that the white-clawed brute wolf had a slight advantage in endurance over the opponent, and made a very elaborate plan, and through a few battles, concentrated the superior forces, ate a lot of the opponent's living forces, and laid the foundation for victory.

If it weren't for the fact that its strength was weakened a little because of its leg injury, and it had just joined at the time, and it hadn't eaten a few people, it would have inevitably failed when challenging the leader, otherwise it would have been the leader of the clan now.

Soon, the lame legs withdrew back into the valley again, and the lame legs breathed a sigh of relief and explained the reason.

"The humans on the walls have changed, and they are no longer the same ones we used to deal with. "Last hunt, the lame was involved, so I still know the banner of the Tooth Tribe, and the flag of the Fire Tribe has always appeared in its mind before, although the fire comes slowly and quietly in the depths of its mind.

But today I saw it again, and all those terrible memories woke up from the dust. When I saw the banner flying high, I instantly knew the details of the soldiers stationed on the city wall.

"This is a new group of humans, with whom I fought once and finally escaped on my own. No, I must report this to the chief, the object of hunting has changed, and they are no longer something we can hunt at will, but hard stones. Lame thought of the upcoming leader, and couldn't help but become a little anxious when he heard the scene of the battle against him.

For their own leader, lame is still relatively well understood. Don't look at the usual leader's full acceptance of his strategy, that's because the enemy or prey it faces is very familiar, and it can be deduced according to its strategy, and a relatively accurate result can be obtained.

However, for the Fire Tribe, the leader is in contact for the first time, and in its eyes, they are all humans, and the difference in strength should not be big, so for his own suggestions, it is possible that the leader will not accept them all this time.

"I have to find a good way to get the leader to accept my opinion. "The lame in his heart, retreating with the advance party in the valley, did not see that at their heads, a huge falcon, had been hovering above its head for a while before leaving, flying in the direction of the city wall.

Even if it had spotted the trail of a falcon in the sky, it would not suspect it now, and treat it as the eyeliner of the Fire Tribe. But to be honest, even if it knew, it wouldn't be able to do any harm to it if it was bald flying high in the blue sky.

Chirp –

He was holding a huge meat steak of a wild beast, gnawing at the white fangs of joy, and after hearing the voice, he reluctantly put down the meat in his hand, and walked out of the house, and saw that the bald head who was originally patrolling had landed, and kept screaming at him.

After a few short chirps, it stopped, tilting its head to look at the white fangs in front of it, those bright and sharp eyes, as if asking, do you know, do you know? According to the original agreement, White Fang quickly understood what it meant, and a new wild beast appeared outside the mountain.

"How many, where is it now?" White Fang immediately asked after understanding the meaning of the bald man, he was now completely confident in holding the wall, but he would not refuse to find more information.

He is not worried at all about whether the bald man can understand his meaning, not to mention that he has lived for so long, and there are strong conditions for human raising, according to the wisdom that the bald man has shown, he can also understand the meaning of the white fang.

Chirp – tweet –

The bald man chirped and gestured with his wings, trying to express his meaning, and the huge wings kept flapping, easily fanning the dust on the ground, forming a thick cloud of smoke.

"You mean, after they reconnoitred, they headed into the valley?" According to the bald man's movements, White Fang guessed the information it wanted to express, and immediately knew their identity, the advance reconnaissance team of the wild beasts.

It seems that a new wild beast is coming.

Although they appeared much earlier than expected, it didn't matter anymore, so I would like to inform Su Ming, who had already returned to the Tooth Tribe's station, of this news.

(End of chapter)