Chapter 390 Capture the Wolf King

Most of the barbarians here have been enslaved by werewolves. In their bones, they have a subconscious fear of werewolves.

Surrounded by more than 10,000 barbarians, the wolf king was not afraid at all, and he continued to push towards Wang Zhu step by step, full of the spirit of a king who was indomitable.

Obviously, the wolf king has realized the importance of Wang Chu.

In fact, Wang Zhu's dress is very special, and his facial features are also somewhat different from those of barbarians. Even among thousands of barbarians, it is easy to distinguish the difference between Wang Zhu, a human on earth.

In addition, Wang Zhu's statue is still standing on the grassland, so it is normal for a werewolf to recognize him.

Under the aura of the wolf king swallowing mountains and rivers, the barbarians separated like a tide, but more and more barbarians surrounded Wang Zhu, like an iron bucket.

When the wolf king approached Wang Zhu less than 20 meters away, the werewolves around Wang Zhu were densely packed, and the simple faces were endlessly tragic.

This was an indescribable scene. There were only nearly a thousand werewolves and over ten thousand barbarians, but it seemed as if the werewolves had gained the upper hand, while the barbarians had become lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Awwhhhh..."

The wolf king suddenly roared up to the sky, and immediately, nearly a thousand werewolves behind him roared up to the sky at the same time, the voice was thick and terrifying, the earth seemed to vibrate in the sound waves, and the murderous aura surged.

The faces of the retreating barbarians showed more and more fear. Some barbarians even retreated desperately, but the barbarians behind had no time to retreat, causing a chaotic scene.

If Wang Chou saw this scene, he would find that the panicked barbarians were mostly barbarians brought by werewolves before. They had been enslaved by werewolves for a long time, and the fear of werewolves had been burned deep in their souls.

Protecting Wang Zhu is the tribe of barbarians living under Blade Peak. Although they are equally afraid, they are loyal and never retreat. Each of them is ready to die...

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Under the terrified eyes of the barbarians, the wolf king stopped in his tracks, looking down at a group of barbarians who were surrounded like iron barrels.

The atmosphere became heavy.

All the barbarians held their breath, while the barbarians protecting Wang Chu held their weapons tightly,

Muscles tense.

This is a contest of willpower.

This wolf king's IQ is obviously much higher, and he knows how to use mental pressure to make the barbarian submit. If he starts killing, then the werewolf will only lose in the end. After all, the barbarian's advantage is too great. If the werewolf Opening and killing will inevitably cause the barbarians to fight hard, and this kind of mental pressure can make the barbarians self-defeating without fighting, at least, it can make some barbarians lose their fighting spirit.

The Wolf King knew that it was impossible to kill all the barbarians. He just wanted to break down the barbarians' fighting spirit and let them lose without fighting.

There is no doubt that the wolf king's tactics have been successful.

At present, most of the barbarians have lost their will to fight, and they just want to quickly escape back to the safety of the city wall. At this time, as long as one barbarian escapes, it will immediately be a scene of defeat.

"Step aside!"

Just when the barbarian's willpower was about to collapse, a heavy voice sounded from within the barbarian.

The barbarians who had been protecting Wang Zhu like an iron barrel parted their way like a tide, and Wang Zhu walked out with his head held high.

Looking at Wang Zhu who was walking like a dragon and a tiger, the wolf king was taken aback, his pupils constricted. He clearly remembered that one arm of this man was broken, but at this time, his arms were intact. blood.

"God of darkness!"

Ada, who was standing next to Wang Zhu, yelled loudly.

"God of darkness!"

"God of darkness!"

"God of darkness!"

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Immediately after Ada yelled out the first cry, the barbarians from the original Blade Peak Barbarian tribe yelled one after another, and then the surrounding barbarians also yelled, and thousands of savages followed.

At the same time, the barbarians chasing and killing the werewolves rushed over from all directions, and more and more barbarians gathered around.

The shouts that shook the sky made the blood boil, and the savages who were originally frightened seemed to find a sense of security inexplicably, and stepped forward one after another.

At this time, the number of barbarians on the grassland had reached 20,000, especially the barbarians from the original Blade Peak tribe crowded into the circle one after another, which created an unstoppable morale for the barbarian tribe. One warrior can often turn a group of weaklings into warriors.

The Wolf King's expression showed a trace of hesitation. Obviously, he did not expect the situation to be reversed because of Wang Zhu's appearance.

Nearly a thousand werewolves became restless and kept looking around.

"Roar!"

The wolf king roared, and then pointed at Wang Zhu with one hand and pointed at himself with the other, obviously to challenge Wang Zhu.

A strange and sly smile appeared on Wang Zhu's face.

"kill!"

Suddenly, the smile on Wang Zhu's face disappeared, replaced by coldness, and then, he raised his right arm high, and let out a long and earth-shattering roar.

This movement is the movement of charging into battle, and the five hundred elite barbarians have trained countless times.

In this battle, the five hundred elite barbarians did not lose much, and the death toll did not exceed twenty. At the beginning, they hunted down the werewolf on the grassland and lost contact with Wang Zhu. When the werewolf confronted the barbarian, They have all returned to the team and have become Wang Zhu's most loyal guards.

When Wang Zhu yelled "Kill", the five hundred elite barbarians raised their weapons and rushed towards the werewolf almost like a conditioned reflex. The uniform weapons and costumes formed an invincible torrent.

No one thought that Wang Zhu would suddenly issue an order to attack. The barbarians didn't know, let alone the werewolves. When five hundred elite barbarians rushed towards the werewolves, the barbarians and werewolves woke up one after another.

At this time, the morale of the barbarians had completely overwhelmed the werewolf, and the barbarians from all directions attacked the werewolf one after another, drowning the werewolf like a tide.

In the face of absolute power, when the morale is evenly matched, the balance of victory will undoubtedly tilt towards Wang Stupid.

Twenty thousand barbarians against nearly a thousand werewolves, if there is no wolf king, there is no suspense in itself.

The appearance of the wolf king indeed almost turned the situation around, but Wang Zhu's lofty status in the barbarian tribe allowed the barbarians to overcome their fear of werewolves!

"Grandma, I have a lot of people to play heads-up with you, you think I'm a fool!" Seeing the crowd of barbarians drowning the werewolves, Wang Zhu had a sinister smile on his face.

When the barbarian overcomes the fear of the werewolf, the battle becomes a crush, a massacre.

Nearly a thousand werewolves were not enough to kill 20,000 savages, but in an instant, the grassland was already covered with corpses. Nearly a thousand werewolves were like a drop of water in the sea, without splashing the slightest wave.

Only, there is still the wolf king who is fighting bloody battle.

The horror of the wolf king's combat power made Wang Zhu feel terrified. He was like a killing machine, and the corpses of barbarians around him had piled up like a mountain.

In just a few minutes of fighting, the wolf king killed more than a hundred barbarians at least. However, the barbarians with high morale were not frightened by the wolf king at this time. Moths to the flame generally have no hesitation.

In many cases, spirit is more important than strength.

The deified Wang Chou held the supreme position in the former barbarian tribe of Blade Peak. When he was seriously injured and walked out of the crowd unscathed, the barbarians' fear of werewolves had completely disappeared, replaced by a kind of The fanaticism of Wang Zhu's worship.

In the eyes of the savages, Wang Zhu is an immortal god. His arm was broken and his flesh was bloody, but he recovered in an instant. This is definitely a miracle, and the savages were deeply shocked.

Now the barbarians are fighting for the gods!

At this time, the wolf king had changed from being brave at the beginning to being powerless. The barbarians who fought one after another exhausted his physical strength, and his movements had become sluggish, and he was no longer able to kill with one blow.

"Catch alive!"

Wang Zhu ordered to stop the attack, and turned his head to signal the five hundred elite barbarians.

"Yes!"

The five hundred elite barbarians agreed abruptly, put down their weapons one after another, and then formed a huge encirclement and approached the wolf king bit by bit.

"superior!"

Seeing that the five hundred elite barbarians were less than ten meters away from the wolf king, Wang Zhu suddenly yelled.

"Aww!"

Five hundred elite barbarians let out an earth-shattering roar in unison, and at the same time jumped up, rushing towards the wolf king like densely packed locusts.

There is no suspense.

With the concerted efforts of five hundred elite werewolves, the wolf king was firmly pressed to the ground, and then tied up with thick ropes.

After the barbarians had tied up the wolf king, Wang Zhu rushed forward and kicked the wolf king violently in the crotch, causing the wolf king to make ghostly cries and wolf howls. I couldn't bear to witness it, even the barbarians looked sideways...

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The triumphant Wang Chou naturally didn't care about the feelings of a group of barbarians, and abused the wolf king all the way. When the barbarian tribe was approaching, the wolf king had been tortured to death by Wang Cun, unable to walk, and was beaten by dozens of people like a dead dog. The barbarian dragged abruptly into the castle.

After arriving at the castle, Wang Chu immediately ordered barbarian craftsmen to make iron chains.

Now, Wang Chu has a great plan—to use the wolf king as a training partner.

With the concerted efforts of dozens of craftsmen, on the second day, an iron chain with a length of tens of meters was successfully built. Then, Wang Zhu asked someone to move a huge stone of tens of tons, and chained the wolf king. On the boulder, and cut off all his sharp claws with a knife, the current wolf king has become a toothless tiger.

"Aww..."

The weather was sunny, and Wang Zhu sat proudly not far from the boulder, admiring the swallowing wolf king. On his chest, there was a clay pot, which contained delicious fruit wine. Of course, These fruit wines are not brewed by barbarians. At present, it is a problem for barbarians with low productivity to feed their stomachs. There is no surplus grain to make wine. These fruit wines are fermented from wild fruits collected by some animals, similar to the Monkey wine was discovered by some barbarians who collected food and offered to the "gods" to enjoy...

...r1058

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