PS: Sadly, it's almost four o'clock in the morning, and I've finally finished writing this chapter......

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It seems that it only took one night for the Golden Wolf Clan to turn from extreme prosperity to decline, but in fact, the accumulation of contradictions has lasted for I don't know how many years, and it took such a result step by step, Li Ang silently heard the end, although he expected it somewhat, but he couldn't help but be slightly moved.

This period of time must be quite old, and judging from the information revealed from time to time in Basel's words, it must be at least a thousand years ago, or even more than double, but what the Pale Mountains of that period were like?

Hearing Basel's description, Leon conjured up the image of a huge and golden wolf, whose back stretched for dozens of miles like a mountain, and when he raised his head, even some of the low peaks around him were dwarfed...... However, this is a bit exaggerated, isn't it?

When the young man was reading a lot of books in his hospital bed, he used to think that there was a reasonable explanation for the origin and disappearance of any living thing, but when he crossed into this world of swords and magic, he had changed his original mind, even if there were similar creatures such as the human-faced spider mother or the six-armed snake demon, he would not feel anything strange, but the existence of a huge and powerful creature like Mutu in the Pale Mountains at that time was still beyond his imagination.

Leon had a lot of questions for Basel, such as the detailed time period of Mutu's appearance, and what level of strength the wolf god was. And so on and so forth, but when he noticed the other party's face when he mentioned the wolf god. I just hesitated for a moment and gave up on this plan. Because he also understands that what happened thousands of years ago has been passed down by word of mouth for dozens of generations of werewolves. There will always be "fresh" content being added, which may be well-intentioned, but it is inevitably full of exaggeration and conjecture, so that it eventually evolves into a legend that is gradually distancing itself from the facts, and it is estimated that even if he asks, he will get nothing but the possibility of arousing Basel's disgust.

Moreover, the story of Mutu and the first generation of the Golden Wolf Clan, although fascinating, was too old, at most one of several legends hidden in the Pale Mountains, and did not have much practical significance to him. In the end, how did the second-generation golden wolf clan fall apart and become what it is now? How did Basel lead the Sharpclaw Werewolf here on his own, and what he said next was what Leon wanted to know most.

However, just when the werewolf patriarch was halfway through speaking, Leon noticed that it began to press the leather armor with his right hand on the part of the wound on his chest and abdomen, and it seemed that the injury had not eased, and it was estimated that the outbreak in the battle with the spider mother still had a great impact on it.

Basel insisted on telling the rise and fall of the first generation of the Golden Wolf Clan, and it sighed softly, and fell silent with a blank face, as if it had not yet recovered from its memories. After a while, it suddenly stood up and retrieved a basin of water that had been placed on the stone table. He gulped half of it, then unfastened his leather armor and poured the rest of the water onto his body.

After doing this, Basel re-fastened his leather armor and looked up at the young man. At the moment, its expression was a little complicated, and there seemed to be something hidden in its eyes.

"I'm sorry," it hesitated. He said: "These things have always been passed down among a few members as an unbearable memory of werewolves. This is supposed to be the first time I've sued a human, so I probably won't be able to maintain my usual feelings. ”

"I can understand that. Leon nodded and said, "And is your wound starting to flare up again?"

"No need...... Basel looked in the direction of the door, but quickly retracted it and said, "Time is precious to you and me, since I've already decided, let's keep talking." ”

Without waiting for Leon to speak, it put the basin back in its place, and continued in a calm tone as it sat back.

"The first generation of the Golden Wolf Clan was dealt a fatal blow in that battle, and the werewolves left behind could not control the original vast territory, so they could only give up all of them, and only stayed around the Wolf God Peak, while cleaning up the mess and recuperating, while strictly guarding against those creatures who had already noticed it......"

In fact, the fact that these werewolves can survive the civil war proves their strength, and they also include two leaders, even if they lose the blessing of the wolf god, but the leader is originally the strongest in the clan, although such a force cannot be compared with before, but it is no problem to deter those creatures with bad intentions, and it is no problem to survive in the wolf god peak.

After many more years, the aftermath of the civil war dissipated little by little, and the wounds that had been in the hearts of werewolves gradually healed with the passage of time. So they decided to extend the scope of their territory outward, preparing to return with their strength and ferocity to regain their former glory.

They walked down from Wolf God Peak, killing powerful monsters one after another, and driving away one biome after another that was also intelligent. This is the second time that the werewolves have appeared strongly, and not only do they have power, but they also have an unusually united and deep bond among their members, which can be said to be more powerful than ever. In this way, the werewolves pushed outward with overwhelming might, and they walked through the mountains and valleys, spreading the news of the return of the golden wolf clan in all directions.

This is indeed another glorious period for the Golden Wolf Clan, as they grow stronger in battle, and then gather resources to reforge the altar and restore the sacrifices that have been interrupted for hundreds of years, and the werewolves are convinced that the wolf gods who have sheltered them for thousands of years will not give up on their heirs who have restored glory through their own efforts.

The sacrifice was carried out again and again, and after I don't know how long, they actually felt that familiar aura in a certain sacrifice, although it was extremely weak, but it proved that their persistence was right, and the wolf god Mutu appeared again!

The werewolves were ecstatic, and they celebrated it with great vigour, honing themselves in a more rigorous way in the days that followed, expanding their territory with more aggressive battles, and preparing to welcome the return of the wolf god Mutu in a more perfect state.

After saying this, Basel paused for a moment, sighed and said, "But what they didn't expect was a catastrophe." (To be continued......)