The wolf warriors who broke into the tent were naturally startled by the corpse, and immediately whistled, and the sharp sound woke up every werewolf in the camp, and they rushed here one after another. In the chaos, Wu Daoan, who was hiding under the bed, was not discovered.

A short werewolf carefully observed the scene of the accident and reasoned: "There is only one truth. Brother King Kong didn't kill himself, he killed him!"

"Cut! You still need to say!" someone around him coaxed.

"Don't be in a hurry, listen to the detailed analysis of my detective Ke Wolf. We all know Brother King Kong's strength, how could he be killed by that weak Terran woman inexplicably? So, the murderer is someone else! Combined with the magic signal just now, I already have the answer!"

"You mean!"

"Just now, a high-ranking mage of the Terran broke into the tent, killed King Kong and rescued the woman, and then sent a signal to tell the rest of his companions the news. The short werewolf gave the ultimate answer.

However, there are also werewolves who are not convinced: "We are in the hinterland of the alliance here, and there are sentries around the camp all year round, how can a human race quietly come to the tent and sneak away quietly?"

The short werewolf shook his finger: "You don't know this. Of course, ordinary Terrans can't do it, but if the other party is a half-step legendary-level magister, it is indeed possible to complete this locked room murder with the help of some props. ”

The next moment, a strange and majestic voice remembered: "Yes, the magic strength of this magic signal belongs to the Magister level, and the elemental composition inside is the Creation School in the Seven Magic Departments, it should indeed be the Magister of the Human Race, because all the shamans of our Beast Race practice the psychic school, and only the magicians of the Human Race practice that Creation School." ”

It was also a coincidence that a half-step legendary-level tiger clan powerhouse happened to be passing by here, and of course rushed to the camp here as soon as possible at this moment. The other werewolves all bowed slightly to him out of respect for the strong.

An old werewolf suddenly rushed out and hugged the strong man's leg and cried: "Master, my son died so unjustly, you must avenge my son!"

The strong man of the Tiger Clan calmly helped the other party up: "Don't worry, a human race actually dares to sneak into our Beast Alliance to kill people, let alone a magic master, even if he is that legendary magic sage, we will never let him go!"

At this moment, another low and majestic voice spread through the sky: "Which Terran Demon Master has come to my Beast Alliance from thousands of miles away, and he hasn't appeared quickly to tell me your purpose!"

In just a few minutes, several beast powerhouses flew here one after another, and so many big people came to the small camp at once, and it looked very lively. After all, the coverage of the Magister-level signal is too large, a bit similar to the blatant provocation of the human race against the orc, and those enthusiastic orc powerhouses will inevitably come over to join in the fun.

Since there are so many strong people here, this small werewolf camp must of course have something to say, and hurriedly set up a bonfire to let these bigwigs gather together to discuss what the conspiracy of the human race is, and other nearby tribes also have curious people to come and watch to see who sent this huge magic signal.

As a result, only three wolf warriors were left in the tent at the scene of the incident, and Wu Daoan hid under the bed and was never noticed, after all, his smell was similar to that of other werewolves now, and those orcs would not pay attention to the faint smell of werewolves in this chaotic moment.

Wu Daoan's ear power is still very good, and he vaguely heard some of the key words discussed outside the tent, such as "old-timer Fairgradus", "mysterious commission", "Terran conspiracy" and so on. But what he is most concerned about is how to get out, after all, his face has not changed much, and the werewolves in this camp will definitely be able to recognize it at a glance, and then have various associations, and then he will definitely be imprisoned and interrogated again.

I don't know how long later, a werewolf brother who was guarding the tent said: "I can't hold back my pee, you stay here, I'll go back." ”

Another little brother said: "We two brothers, if you want to go together, of course." Who, you will be alone for a while, and it will be two minutes anyway. ”

So, there was only one werewolf guard left in the tent for a short time, Wu Daoan knew that this opportunity was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, recalled the gameplay in the previous action game, crawled on the ground and quietly crawled forward, came to the back of the guard and suddenly jumped up, choked the other party's throat, and after about ten seconds, the assassination was successful.

Then he quickly stripped off the other party's animal skin clothes and changed them to himself, dragged the original tattered old clothes and new corpses under the bed and stuffed them together, carried some potentially useful items in the tent on his body, and carefully buckled a copper helmet in the room on his face, the helmet had two holes on it, just enough to reveal the werewolf's signature long ears, which were specially designed for werewolves. And just like that, he quietly slipped out of the tent.

At this moment, the camp was very lively, not to mention the arrival of the strong beast clans from all sides, and there were not a few curious onlookers from the nearby small tribes such as the werewolf clan, the tiger clan, the rabbit clan, and the lion clan, and the huge fiery red moon flower symbol in the night sky had not yet dispersed, which showed how huge the magic power was stored in the magister-level scroll. And Wu Daoan, a "werewolf" with a short stature and a cheap helmet, was inconspicuous in the crowd and did not attract too much attention.

And with the information obtained by listening to the chats in the camp in the past two days, Wu Daoan took the initiative to talk to a burly minotaur and deliberately lowered his voice: "Brother, I just came from the neighboring Black Mountain Werewolf Tribe, what happened here?"

The eldest brother of the Minotaur looked very honest and replied, "I am from the Minotaur tribe of Muxi Valley, and the patriarch sent me to inquire about the news. It's so hateful to hear that a despicable Terran magician assassinated that wrestling genius among your werewolves here, and we Minotaurs will also help you avenge and kill those despicable humans!"

"Oh, mom, big brother, it's great that you can have this heart! I heard that the Minotaur is the most righteous among our orcs, and it's true!" Wu Daoan began to flatter.

The minotaur has always been pretentious and arrogant, so he was naturally happy to hear it: "Of course, although we orcs are of different races, we are all in the same spirit, don't treat my brother as an outsider." ”

"That brother, I haven't been to the Niutou tribe yet, I heard that there is a huge brewing pond there? ”

"That's not it, our Minotaur has a lot of alcohol, let's just say that......"

In this way, Wu Daoan successfully got close to this strange minotaur brother, and the two chatted more and more about falling in love. Wu Daoan felt that the time was ripe, and took out a bottle of wine from his clothes and lit it up: "Brother, we talked so closely, and the younger brother happened to have a bottle of good wine here......"

Since the Minotaur are fond of drinking, of course they also understand wine, and they recognize it at a glance: "Oh, Mom, isn't this the hard-to-find thirty-year-old Alama Lake?

"Hehe, you are so close to your eldest brother today, of course I have to come up with something good!"

The eldest brother of the minotaur saw that the saliva of the good wine was about to flow out: "Brother, since we hit it off at first sight, why don't we find a place to open the bottle and drink it immediately?"

Wu Daoan showed a hesitant expression: "It's not appropriate to drink here, right? Actually, it's okay to go to our Black Mountain tribe, but big brother, you have to go back and report to the patriarch......

The minotaur reacted: "Then brother, you will go back with my brother, our minotaur clan is the most hospitable, and we will definitely entertain you with the best barbecue when we go there!"

Wu Daoan couldn't ask for it: "Okay, good, the little brother and the eldest brother are like each other at first sight, and you must not get drunk and return home when the time comes!"

In this way, the two immediately left. The Minotaur summoned his exclusive mount, the Kodo Beast, sat on it, and then beckoned Wu Dao'an: "Come up, do this and you will soon be able to reach our camp." ”

The size of the Kodo beast is huge, and its back is also wide, which is enough for Wu Daoan to lie down and sleep. The minotaur did not forget to introduce proudly: "You werewolves should only use war horses, and have never been Kodo beasts." Tell you, don't look at its bulky size, it usually walks slowly and leisurely, but once it runs, it is as fast as the wind, several times faster than your war horse. It's just that it has poor endurance, it can't run for too much time, and it usually eats more, and there are not many people in our bullhead tribe who can afford to raise Kodo beasts. ”

Sure enough, the Kodo Beast really ran like a small train, whirring, Wu Daoan had to hold on to the protruding scales on the back of the Kodo Beast so as not to fall. (To be continued.) )