Chapter 452 Wolf King He Chi Na

I don’t know what the aesthetics of this group of werewolves are. When you step into this huge stone house that also serves as the gate of the courtyard, the first thing you see is a long corridor.

And the walls on both sides of the corridor are not hung with beautiful paintings or exquisite sculptures, but skeletons that are so clean that only bones are left.

What’s even more ridiculous is that this thing can be called a variety of styles, because there are herbivorous orcs, carnivorous orcs, orcs, humans, sub-humans, and even elves and dragons.

But this is obviously not a natural science museum in the magical world, and the museum will not write in detail on the nameplate under the head how the wolf king killed his master.

In fact, these are the heads of every strong man and tribal chieftain killed by the wolf king after he came to power.

Therefore, before anyone sees the wolf king, they must first personally touch this death corridor that is enough to prove his absolute strength and unshakable status.

But for Wendigo, the feeling of walking here is more than that.

Because at the only corner of this corridor, there are two empty oak boards standing upright for no reason, and the nameplate below is also blank.

Then, if He pulls his head off his neck and sticks it on it, he can blend in without any sense of disobedience.

...

So, the reason why the Wolf King built this corridor is probably to intimidate Him!

——The bad boy who doesn't obey will be decapitated by the big bad wolf.

But it doesn't matter, it's just mutual use or something, in fact, everyone knows it in their hearts.

It's simply because everyone is still useful at present, in order to maintain this relationship, pretending to be confused, it doesn't matter.

After passing through this long corridor, what comes into view is a courtyard with many swords, spears, halberds, bows and crossbows.

If it were usual, the Wolf King might be here to boil water leisurely and drink a kind of herbal tea unique to their tribe.

But now, the fire has gradually died down, and the king is nowhere to be seen. Only two fox stewards are waiting here, and the first words they said are.

"His Majesty the Wolf King is not here now. If you really have something urgent, His Majesty said that he can invite you to the shooting range outside the city for a chat."

...

A monkey show!

This is definitely a monkey show!

But no matter how angry he is, if the roles really need to be reversed, Wendigo will probably choose to hit himself at this moment.

It's nothing, he knows what he has done.

Under his promotion, the Shadow Church has been recruiting soldiers and buying horses recently, and the movement is even bigger than the royal court. It would be strange if the Wolf King didn't hold a grudge.

So Wendigo, who really had something urgent, could only swallow his anger and silently left the royal court under the protection of the guards and came to a valley in the distance.

"Beautiful!"

But before he could move away the branches blocking his eyes, he heard the exaggerated cheers of the wolf soldiers and guards not far away.

There was only one person who could make them offer such courtesy, and that was the wolf king He Chi Na who was surrounded in the center and had just shot an arrow at the black spot in the distance.

In the inherent impression of the Glowing People, players, and even many Wasteland People, this grassland overlord who caused the wolf disaster must be a muscular, fierce and ruthless person.

Kill at least eight people a day!

Eat at least three children in one meal!

Greedy and lustful, vulgar, a wine pool and a forest of meat, countless women... Anyway, the tyrant debuff should be stacked up one by one!

But in fact, it is not the case. In the background of the surrounding group of guards who are 1.9 meters tall and have extremely explosive muscles, He Chi Na, who is less than 1.7 meters tall and has a relatively symmetrical body, even has a sense of ridiculous weakness.

And even if he still has a wolf head, because of the soft gray hair on his eyebrows and a mouth corner that is always raised, he can still have a bit of the bookish air unique to human scholars.

Although strictly speaking, he is definitely not a skinny guy. If he were on Earth, he would at least be a trendy guy in a nightclub who would pull on his T-shirt and pose for photos of his abs on Xunle to hook up with girls.

But...

Even under this black robe, he is just a big skeleton. Wendigo dares to think that he is stronger than him!

Win! (Hysterical)

So he used a secret laugh to unilaterally soothe his heartache of being played by others before. The old sheep head pretended to be leisurely and clapped his hands and walked over.

"Hahaha, you are worthy of your majesty. This arrow is so fierce!"

"Huh?"

Handing the longbow in his hand, which also did not have much power, to the guard beside him, the wolf king turned around after hearing the sound.

But he did not speak immediately, but was silent for a moment, pretending to be surprised to have just recognized who the person was, and then he laughed the same way.

"Oh my, the national master is here too. This hunting ground is really lively today."

"Uh..."

Although this is obviously to disgust the old sheep head, the dirty tricks and tripping things up must be done behind the scenes.

If they really put it on paper and do it openly, they are all fools.

So the wolf king did not let Wendigo continue to be embarrassed, but adjusted his collar and waved his hand generously.

"Okay, come on, prepare the feast! When my eldest son brings back the prey, I want to taste this Mangshan deer with my national master!"

It sounds very enthusiastic, but Wendigo knows that the wolf king specifically emphasized "my eldest son" not because of love.

Because in the next moment, fierce horse hoof sounds came from where the arrows went. It was a team of grassland wolf riders galloping towards this side.

But unlike the white-haired werewolves following them, the leading rider was actually a tiger man with whiter hair than them.

And after arriving nearby, he immediately turned over and dismounted and rushed over.

Kneeling on one knee, he handed the dead female deer tied behind his back to the wolf king with both hands and said respectfully.

"Father! Your arrow accurately pierced its eyes. Congratulations on getting a perfect fur!"

"Haha, good!"

The wolf king laughed loudly, but did not take the deer. Instead, he helped the white tiger up first.

"My son, you have worked hard. I will give you the most tender ribs later!"

The eldest prince hurriedly bowed again.

"Thank you, father!"

If others saw it, considering that both of them were royal families, this would definitely be considered a literal father-son relationship.

But at least those who have learned a little bit of biology know that a wolf cannot give birth to a tiger.

Moreover, even if this wolf is a rare variant of the [Grassland Werewolf], it is just a [Green Wasteland Werewolf] with silver blood.

And the tiger has golden blood, and is a [Cold Forest Tiger Man] that can rival the Khan in the north.

Therefore, although this white tiger is not very old among the orcs, its level is over 70 under the training of the Wolf King.

Even if it still has no chance of winning against the Wendigo who has the dual blessing of legendary blood and quasi-god power, it is definitely a threat.

... No wonder he wants to meet me here, he wants to use this dog to suppress me!

It’s true that Wendigo is angry and resentful in his heart, but he is not wrong to secretly call the prince named Mandulatu a dog.

Because this guy’s father is not the Wolf King He Chi Na at all, or the bastard who has a grudge against him for killing his father is the Wolf King He Chi Na!

It may be the basic rule of every world. Those races with strong talents are always rare for whatever reason.

Even the elves who once established an empire for ten thousand years only had a population of 100,000 in their heyday, not to mention the cold forest tiger people who settled in the edge of the world.

In fact, as a race that chose to live in seclusion for historical reasons, they have never fought against the world and refused war.

Until thirty years ago, they were still living in the coastal corner of the wasteland under the leadership of the old king, in a forest where snow fell almost all year round, and lived a life without a sense of existence.

Then He Chi came, and he used his group of bloodthirsty wolf soldiers to prove once again what "a hero cannot defeat four hands" means.

The already old and weak White Tiger King died in the chaos, and the entire tribe became the trophy of the Wolf King.

However, in order to completely obtain the persuasiveness and dominance of the golden bloodline, the Wolf King did a very cruel thing.

That's right, he used the corpse of the White Tiger King as a threat to force the Tiger King's only young son Mandulatu to recognize him as his father.

So the other blank wooden board was actually used to warn Mandulatu sustainably.

—— If you are a bad boy who doesn't listen, your godfather will take off your father's head as a decoration.

Therefore, Wendigo couldn't understand it at all. It was clearly a triple hatred of the revenge of killing his father + the hatred of exterminating his clan + the humiliation of bowing his head.

How could this damn Mandulatu be so filial?

What a waste!

And just as he was standing aside and complaining crazily, a charming woman's voice suddenly sounded.

"My king, I heard that you hunted a Mangshan deer, and I came to congratulate you~"

It was a young woman wearing a complicated long skirt, with extremely fair skin and a pair of red eyes.

And for some reason, there were obviously better places to appreciate both above and below, but the curve from her chin to her neck was particularly eye-catching.

Therefore, the wolf king stopped playing with the tiger prince, but walked to her side with an indescribable smile on his face, whispering.

"Haha, isn't it just a deer? Beauty, I will hunt many more things in the future."

If there were Chinese players present, they must have jumped to Su Daji and King Zhou of Shang, wondering when they could fast forward to the burning deer platform.

But the wolves present just stepped back a few steps and turned around to avoid it, as if they were used to it.

Only Wendigo and Mandulatu had strange expressions in the crowd, and only kept a polite smile on their faces.

The old sheep head was because this woman was not actually a "human", she was the blood clan baron Borona, the third seat of the Weird Council, and also the spy placed by him next to the wolf king.

It can only be said that she is worthy of being an old guy who is suspected to be older than him. The palace fighting ability is full, and the group of vulgar grassland women including the fox clan lady are all defeated, becoming the only wolf queen.

As for Mandulatu...

God knows why. If you think about it from a positive perspective, maybe it's just that the good son is jealous of his godmother.

Anyway, he found an excuse that his subordinates still need training and left directly, and Borona took the initiative to volunteer to take on the food work in the future.

"Okay, okay, I'm happy to taste the craftsmanship of a beauty!"

Quietly stroking another curve on Borona's body, the wolf king turned around pretending to be serious.

"Oh, national teacher, I'm so sorry, why did I leave you aside? Come on, let's continue our conversation!"

What else can Wendigo say? He can only evade the matter and sit on the bank of the small river in the valley with the wolf king.

The Wolf King poured two glasses with a smile, and then took the initiative to pick up one of them.

"Come, this glass of wine is for me to confess my sins, please!"

Leaders take the initiative to toast, either for promotion or for peace of mind, but in any case, it is for the sake of dignity.

Dog thing, maybe he wants to make up for the relationship temporarily...

So Wendigo picked up the other one with two bony fingers, raised his hand and touched the wolf king.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, and I wish you a long life!"

Of course, the skeleton cannot drink. It can only use its shadow to pull and tear the wine inside to indicate that it has "drunk".

"good!"

However, the essence of the leader's toast was just a formality, so the Wolf King nodded with satisfaction.

"I heard from the steward that the Imperial Master has important matters to come to me to discuss."

Then he put down the wine glass in his hand that was also drained, and officially entered the stage of talking about business.

"Then I think there's no need to be polite between you and me. If you have any questions, please just say it directly!"

"Okay, then your Majesty, please first listen to the news I got from Huiguang..."

After Wendigo told the Wolf King everything about what happened recently in the Kingdom of Glow, the charcoal-roasted venison was also served on the table.

The matter was serious, so by asking the old sheep head to eat meat and quickly try the queen's craftsmanship, the Wolf King extended his thinking time for a while.

After three glasses of wine, his eyes became clear again and he said leisurely.

"According to the National Master, these pioneers are a group of smart people."

Wendigo was stunned when he heard this, hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"Yes, Your Majesty, they can extend to such a large area in just half a year. This is definitely worthy of our vigilance!"

"Be alert~"

The Wolf King lengthened his tone, glanced at him deliberately, and then continued.

"But since his strength is not weak, I think it is better to dissolve enemies than to marry them. Imperial Master, what do you think?"

I said?

I said you Male Gobi!

It's no wonder that the old sheep head was so anxious that he wanted to curse.

It is better to resolve enemies than to end them...

This bullshit Wolf King had clearly just finished disgusting himself and that coward, so how could he be so pretentious?

But being a senior official is overwhelming, and he who doesn't yet have the strength to lift the table can only lower his head in expression.

"Your Majesty, pioneers are by no means negotiable!"

"To be honest, my church has fought against them many times. Although it was just a trial of some minor details, the fact that they lost more than they won is enough to show how threatening they are."