As time goes by, the number of members of the entire Dire Wolf clan is declining at an alarming rate.

At this moment, Wominger secretly regretted in his heart that he should not have gathered the entire race.

Facing the three brothers with the ability to fly, the Dire Wolf clan at this moment is already the turtle in the urn.

It's almost impossible to escape the other party's pursuit.

A terrible wolf howled around the forest.

"The bunch of crumbs isn't over yet!"

Womminger yelled in the direction of the forest: "Rotamio's little bastard, if there is a kind, come to Lao Tzu!"

The three Horn brothers in the forest simply ignored Womminger's insults.

looked at the dire wolf that they trampled on the ground, and then showed its sharp fangs.

Screams of pain echoed through the forest.

The dire wolves gathered by the lake looked terrified, and their companions were tormented by three bloodthirsty demons.

Tearing the flesh and blood on the dire wolf's body, making the other party scream constantly.

For the united dire wolf clan, the powerlessness and fear in front of them continue to torment them.

"Damn!" Wominger's chest rose and fell, and white gas spewed from his mouth and nose.

The three Horn brothers hovered over the lake, leaving behind several bloody skeletons.

The anger in the eyes of all the dire wolves was instantly ignited, and they roared and roared one after another.

"Womminger!"

Horn in the sky looked down at Womminger, who was eager to eat his flesh, and smiled with pleasure in his eyes: "Angry, right?"

"I'm going to kill you!" Womminger growled word by word.

"You will die a terrible death, I swear, but before then, I will let your people die a terrible death in front of you. ”

With that, the three brothers turned around and flew towards the forest.

"It shouldn't be like this!"

Womminger was terrified!

The remaining dire wolves of the tribe stared at their leader, waiting for their undisputed king to lead them out of their desperate situation.

Womminger fell silent at the moment, wandering among the tribe.

A weak wolf cub fell at his feet, the hunting troops were blocked, and the whole tribe had been left without food for several days.

The she-wolf who raised her cubs no longer had **, and looked helplessly at the gradually weakened young wolves.

Can't stay here any longer.

Womminger was determined to flee even at the risk of heavy casualties.

Mio flew to Horn's side: "It looks like the other party can't take it anymore!"

After several days of lockdown, most of the stout adult dire wolves were killed and wounded, and hunger was constantly weakening the wolves' fighting power.

Thick dark clouds obscured the moon.

The wolves took advantage of this moment to start migrating.

In order to continue the race, 3~4 adult dire wolves fled to various parts of the forest with their young wolves.

Horn stared down indifferently.

A cloud of flame rose from the tip of the claw, and then fell into the forest below.

The flames touched the forest, and in an instant, the flames continued to burn.

For several days, the three Horn brothers continued to perform fuel magic in the forest.

The whole forest has been covered with grease by them.

Clusters of flames descended in the forest.

"Maniac!"

Looking at the light of the fire not far away, Womminger exuded a chill all over his body, and great remorse enveloped his heart.

"No!

Womminger roared to the sky, calling out to his people.

The flames engulfed the fleeing teams of dire wolves, turning to ashes in the flames.

His people, his children, were mercilessly devoured by the fire.

The heart-rending pain consumed every inch of his flesh.

The fire burned for a day, and then the sky began to rain drops, followed by a heavy rainfall.

The fire was extinguished, and the lake territory was scorched.

In the rain, Womminger stood still, and the people he had built were now not one out of ten.

Everywhere because of the corpses of dire wolves, burned to death, suffocated to death.

"Is it painful?"

Horn, Hua Ye, and Mio landed on the ground, looking at Womminger's eyes as calm as water.

"Hahaha...!My cruelty is really nothing compared to your three brothers. ”

Womminger laughed maniacally, tears glistening in his eyes.

"Come on, let's get to know the grievances between our two races!"

The living dire wolf's eyes twinkled with determination, and he followed Womminger to launch a final attack.

"Then let you feel the last despair!"

Horn's eyes were calm and cold, and his body was already covered with armor.

The Swift Shadow Dragonmons and the Dire Wolves.

Horn, Hua Ye, and Mio slowly walked towards the Dire Wolf, from slow to fast, and finally ran extremely fast.

Horn and Warminger lunged at each other, the two colliding in the air with a dull sound.

The most primitive fighting, the battle of blood and blood.

The two sides began to fight desperately, not caring about the scars on their bodies, and putting each other to death was the only thought in their hearts.

The flames erupted from Vomminger's mouth, completely covering Horn.

A sharp claw tore through the flames, sharp claws leaving a bloody streak on Womminger's face.

In this regard, Womminger was unmoved, biting Horn's shoulder with a bite, and trying all his strength to bite wildly.

Sharp fangs pierced through the scales, and blood flowed down the shoulders.

"Yes, that's it!"

The bloodlust in Horn's eyes became more and more intense, and he bit the other party's body with a backbite, and the huge force directly bit off Womminger's bones.

Tear and pull!

A piece of flesh was bitten off by Horn, chewing it in his mouth, swallowing it into his stomach.

The resentment that has been suppressed in my heart for a long time is catharsis.

The pain was too much for Womminger to bear, and he clenched Horn's shoulder and began to loosen.

Horn began to struggle, and a piece of the Thunderbolt Armor was bitten off by Womminger.

"After all, I won!"

Breaking free from the bite, Horn's right paw lifted and scratched at Womminger's head again.

This time, he directly blinded the other party's eyes.

Yes!

The blow hit hard, causing Wominger to bow his head and scream in pain, constantly shaking his head and retreating.

"Die!" the eyes flashed with a fierce light.

The sharp fangs bit directly into Womminger's neck, and the strength of his whole body threw him down.

Scarlet blood flowed from Womminger's wounds.

"Unwilling!"

Enduring the passage of blood and enduring the pain all over his body, Womminger roared in his heart, and his body began to struggle violently.

I haven't brought the race to the top yet, and I can't die here.

Horn's claws sank deep into Womminger's body, his parents, brothers and sisters all died tragically in this land, and the bastard must die in front of him.

"Die with me!"

Click!

Womminger's struggles stopped, and his pupils began to dilate.

Hua Ye and Mio walked over slowly, and all the remaining dire wolves were killed by them.

"Horn, he's dead!"

After an unknown amount of time, Mio watched as Horn spoke slowly.

Poof!

Womminger's head hung to the ground, and Horn stood up with a mouth full of blood, the blood of the enemy, looking at the mess of the home.

Roar!

Roaring, renewing the oath that everything here is back to the Swift Shadow Dragonmon.