Chapter 610 Where's My Blood? !

Lin Fan looked at Gul quietly.

But in the next moment.

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, he felt as if someone was watching him.

"Did someone really find me?"

Lin Fan turned his head quietly, followed that gaze, and saw that the girl locked in the cage was looking suspiciously at the bushes where she was hiding.

That is the predatory instinct of werewolves.

The purer the werewolf's blood, the stronger this wild instinct, and he can almost rely on intuition to lock potential prey.

Not visual.

Nor is it auditory, or any other means of perception.

Just a instinct as a predator.

Although Panila has never devoured the heart of a god, and the wild nature of the second-generation werewolf has not yet recovered, this terrifying talent is still fully revealed. He even instinctively felt Lin Fan's existence.

Lin Fan observed for a while, and saw that the girl was just looking at him directly, and didn't make a sound to remind those werewolves, so he didn't bother to care about it.

"Oh, old guy." Gul took a deep breath, and the excitement in his heart made him uncontrollably begin to turn into a werewolf. His body grew thick hair under the moonlight, and his huge body was more than eight meters high.

"So many people begged, but you are unwilling to give a drop of blood."

"A traitor sent a message, and you actually asked me to give it to her..."

Gul looked ferocious, growling almost like a growl.

But then.

Gul laughed, and amidst the ear-piercing wolf-like laugh, Gul slowly picked up the crystal bottle.

Looking at the blood inside, Gul looked crazy.

Just drink this...

However, in the next moment.

"Snapped!"

A hand suddenly stretched out from the grass behind Guer, and slapped Guer directly on the back of the head.

The power contained in that hand is nothing. Although it has reached almost the sixth level, Goulburn is a werewolf of the fifth generation. After being transformed into a werewolf, it is called a rough skin and thick flesh.

But a mysterious force gushed out from that slap, piercing through the thick wolf fur and skin with amazing defense, like a law descending on his brain!

For a second.

His brain is blank, and he has lost the ability to think!

【The first strike】.

Total vertigo!

After regaining his senses, Gul looked at the empty wolf paws and fell into deep thought...

The youths waiting for Gul at the bonfire all muttered in low voices.

"Why did I seem to hear a slap just now?"

"I heard it too. It's very clear. It's coming from Brother Guer."

"Won't someone really touch it?"

"Cut, you guys don't know much. This is the reaction of drinking the blood of the ancestors. It was the sound of the blood breaking through the shackles just now..."

"So, Brother Guer succeeded?!"

The youths who didn't know why were excited for a while.

But the next moment.

Gul let out a shocking roar: "Where's my blood?!"

"Where's my blood!"

Gul glanced around, completely unaware of what had just happened.

But he knows.

Someone sneak attack yourself!

Moreover, he took away the ancestor's blood from his hands!

That is the ancestor's blood that all werewolves dream of!

Gul seemed to have thought of something, and his furious eyes suddenly became gloomy.

Although he has a fierce personality, he is not a fool.

Instead, he's smart.

When all the clansmen were dreaming of the blood of the ancestors and begging the ancestors to give them blood, although Guer was also extremely eager, he showed that he was not very interested in the blood of the ancestors in public, and even persuaded those clansmen to give up.

This is the chance for the ancestor to name him and send him to escort this drop of ancestor's blood.

Gul turned around with gloomy eyes, and looked at the werewolf youths not far away.

The blood of the ancestors is something that all werewolves dream of.

Although it is likely to die.

But no werewolf could resist the temptation of that bloodline, except for the trash like Panila.

In addition, he also believes that there is no one else around except himself and these werewolves.

After all, a werewolf's keen sense of hearing and smell is not a joke. No one can sneak up to a werewolf without sound.

Besides, even if there are hunters lurking around.

Then why not just kill yourself. You must know that the blood of the ancestors is simply poison to those gods, and it is of no use at all.

so……

The wise brain is running fast, and the light of wisdom is reflected in Gul's eyes.

He walked around the grass step by step, and walked towards the campfire with a gloomy face.

That huge body was full of oppression, and the sharp claws reflected a sharp luster under the firelight.

"Brother, you are back." A young man stood up excitedly, "It seems that you really succeeded!"

"Great, now our Duke family is in the early stages of the younger generation!" Another young man said excitedly: "The previous Manda family relied on having a young second-generation werewolf like Panila. Let us counterattack those kingdoms of God."

"Let's see how they reject our proposal this time!" The fourth child said excitedly.

Gul didn't speak, but looked at everyone with serious eyes.

The second child suddenly sensed something, sniffled: "Boss, you...your aura hasn't changed...you failed?"

"Someone sneaked up on me and took away the blood of the ancestors." Gul growled hoarsely, licking his sharp teeth with his scarlet tongue, his breathing became heavy like thunder due to anger.

Everyone was taken aback.

"Admit it now, hand over the blood of the ancestors, I will not say anything more." Gul's scarlet eyes scanned everyone present. The body is like a hill, and it is overwhelming.

This is the movement of a werewolf entering a fight.

"Brother, you mean..." The second child looked at the others with a gloomy face, and turned into a werewolf directly, looking at the surrounding people: "Who did it!"

"The four of us are brothers and sisters, so there will be no traitors." The fourth child looked at the ten wolf slaves, and the extremely ferocious power, which was completely different from divine power, roared, "Who is it!"

Those ten werewolf slaves were almost scared to death. Their strength was not high, only five or six levels. Even if they were infected and obtained werewolf blood, they could not beat these four purebred werewolves at all.

"Lord, master," a wolf slave said with a trembling voice, prostrating on the ground, "We are wolf slaves, it's useless to ask for the blood of our ancestors..."

"Heh. You are useless, but if you give it to other werewolf families, won't you be able to reach the sky in one step?" The fourth child sneered.

And at this moment.

A wolf slave who had disappeared earlier returned with his trouser belt.

"Eh?" The wolf slave didn't know what happened, and was taken aback for a moment: "Why are you all kneeling on the ground? My lord, have you succeeded?"

"Where did you go just now?" Gul's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Me? I went to pee just now, lord, you..." The wolf slave replied with a confused expression.

"Still pretending, take out the blood of the ancestor!" Gul was very sure that it was this wolf slave who did it!

The wolf slave looked confused: "Ah? My lord, what are you talking about?"

suddenly.

Gul laughed: "Forget it, since you still have to pretend, then simply don't ask."

next moment.

Gul's muscles suddenly exerted force, and his sharp claws dug out a deep pit in the soil. In the dusty sky, he seemed to be transformed into a black lightning!

That is comparable to the speed of the god of speed at the same level!

And his strength even surpassed the god of strength at the same level!

This is the powerful physique of the werewolves, they are born hunters.

And Guer, who has devoured the hearts of many gods, has already reached the seventh level of strength by virtue of the talent of five generations of werewolves, and he is also a leader among the younger generation of werewolves.

Before the wolf slave even had the thought of resisting, the sharp claws had pierced through his chest, and he fell limply.

behind him.

Blood was dripping from the corner of a huge black wolf's mouth, its fangs were chewing on the broken heart, and it looked at the other wolf slaves with gloomy eyes.