"There seems to be someone there", Windona had already noticed that there was another figure not far away, but that person was insignificant compared to Celtan and the dead Wolf King.

"Let's take a look!"

Sanar walked up to the man's side, lowered his head and reached out to touch the man's snort, and then checked the man's pulse: "This person seems to be alive, and he is still dressed as a foreigner, so it is better to kill him."

Windona stretched out her hand and stopped the steel knife in Sanar's hand: "No, he may be a witness to the Saltan Wolf Slayer King, when Saltan was there, he didn't like us to kill people indiscriminately", the man on the ground didn't know that he had gone through the ghost gate, and was killed by a few unknown people in a daze, and it was estimated that he couldn't tell what was going on with the king of Hades.

"He seems to be a Han Chinese, and the Han people are the most cunning, even if he is a witness to the Saltan Wolf Slaying King, aren't we?" Sanar pushed Windona away, waving the sharp steel knife in his hand and preparing to cut down.

"Wait a minute!" Su Liqing walked over with Celtan's corpse in his arms, looked down at the man on the ground, frowned deeply, and groaned: "Wake him up first, see what he says, if he dares to talk nonsense, kill him."

He was very strange, the mist gradually dissipated after the sun rose, and the corpses of the three wild wolves on the ground lay quietly on the grass, which looked particularly dazzling. The long-term killing has made him particularly aware of the importance of strength, and he can judge the strength of his opponent through his wounds.

Among the three corpses, two of the corpses' heads were split alive by a sharp blade, and the wolf king's fatal wound was in the abdomen, and it was also killed by a knife, he had never seen such a strength, I am afraid that only the curly-haired dog in the city seven hundred miles away had such strength, did he come to the grassland?

"Well, if he dares to insult the hero of the steppe, see that I don't chop him into meat sauce", Sanar reached out and picked up a handful of rain from the grass and poured it on the man's head, and seeing that the man did not seem to react, he raised his foot and kicked the man's leg twice. It was a rescue, it was clearly killing, but his hand did not stop, but reached for the backpack behind the man.

In fact, the man on the ground woke up while they were talking, and the man couldn't understand what they were saying, obviously not in a Chinese dialect. He wanted to struggle to get up, but when he heard that their tone was not good, and then he saw a man in a strange costume gesturing in front of him with a knife, he was even more convinced that these people were not good, and thought about how to escape.

When Sanar kicked with his foot, the man on the ground sat up reflexively, grinning in pain, covering his legs and rubbing them desperately, his legs cramped.

Sanar put his face in front of the man, stared at the man's face with a frown, muttered, and suddenly said in broken Chinese: "Boy, what's your name, you are Han, why are you here, what did you see yesterday, to be honest, I will kill you, and I will kill you or bury it."

Wen Dona, who was on the side, pushed Sanar away, and a smile appeared on her cold face: "Hey! Talk to you, are you hurt?"

The man on the ground gritted his teeth and rubbed his thighs desperately to look at the three people dressed in ethnic minorities in front of him, and asked, "Where is this, who are you?"

Sanar slapped his half-naked arm with a bright steel knife and said: "This is Saiying Mountain, we are Mongolians, known as the Seven Eagles of the Steppe, quickly answer my question just now."

"Saiyingshan, Mongols...... It's not a difference of 108,000 miles", the man muttered on the ground with a blank face, as if thinking about the information about Saiyingshan and the Mongols in his mind.

"You see, this kid can't have a problem with his brain, right, how can he be stupid?"

"Hey, who the hell are you, why are you here, tell me quickly, or I'll kill you!"

"Don't be scared, hey, who the hell are you, what did you see yesterday, why are you here, tell Sister Sù?" Although the man on the ground had long hair scattered and a sparse beard growing on his chin and lips, he could still estimate his actual age.

There was a hint of incomprehension in the empty and confused eyes of the man on the ground, his brows were tightly knit as if he was thinking about something, until the three were a little impatient, and he heard his hoarse and weak voice pop out of his throat: "My name is Lu Ziming, I am lost, I don't know how I got here......."

Sanar interrupted Lu Ziming's words: "Tell me quickly, what did you see yesterday, did Saytan kill the Wolf King?"

"Who is Celtan and who is the Wolf King?"

Sanar pointed to the corpse wrapped in felt on the ground and said: "This is our Anda Celtan, he is the eagle of the steppe, only he can kill the most ferocious wolf king on the steppe, didn't Setan save you yesterday?"

"Anda", this name seems to have been heard in the TV series, it means sworn brothers, in line with the strange attire of these people, "That is the wolf king you are talking about", Lu Ziming pointed to the wild wolf as big as a baby elephant, and it was the first time he saw the whole picture of this wolf king clearly, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

Wen Dona thought that Lu Ziming was scared: "Don't be afraid, what did you see yesterday, tell us what happened, and we will help you find your relatives and find your way home?"

"Relatives, go home", a line of tears burst out of his eyes, what a familiar word, but it is getting farther and farther away from himself, and he can only see it in his dreams.

Countless relatives died, countless families broke up, not only Lu Ziming, but even the cold Wen Donna was stung by these two words, and said sadly: "If you have no relatives and no home, follow us in the future."

Yes, I am now a lonely drifter, like a leaf without roots, the tragic death of my relatives, home is meaningless, "relatives, go home" weighs me out of breath, and tears open the scars buried in my heart.

"Boy, ask you now, to be honest, or I will leave you on the grassland to feed the wolves!"

"What are you scaring him for", Windona glared at Sanar fiercely: "Tell Sister Sù, did you see Certan kill the wolf king yesterday, were you saved by Certan, and was there anyone else at that time?"

Lu Ziming found that as long as they talked about whether it was Celtan who killed the wolf king, his eyes showed nervousness, hope and worry, and he didn't know if he was too sensitive, and he suspected that if he denied it, they would definitely kill themselves in anger, this kind of malice was very strong, and he didn't even need to feel it, he could see it with his eyes.

"Yes, I saw Saytan kill the Wolf King with his own hands!"