The guard walked out carelessly, Mu Fan had been watching him from the shadows.
Immediately after the iron door slammed and there was no more sound, Mu Fan knew that this guy should leave.
Mu Fan slowly approached the big iron cage.
Just as the guards left at this time, the group of werewolves stopped howling, and many werewolves were sobbing.
Several big werewolves are now pulling the iron chains and heading towards the little werewolves.
But the iron chain was tightly locked, almost passing through their flesh and blood, and every time they took a step, fresh blood gushed out, and the flesh was torn to pieces.
But these werewolves still wanted to save a few twitching little werewolves.
But the distance is too far, and these chained werewolves are all around the walls of the great room.
None of the little werewolves in the middle were spared. They all fell to the ground and were still chained, their bodies twitching in a strange posture.
Many werewolf Mufan who were sobbing at the side got closer, only to realize that this should be a female, with different characteristics.
There are also some who should be older, with pure silver-white hair, and the oldest one is dying in the center facing this side.
"ah ah"
Among them, a werewolf who seemed to have more wounds than others, but was more energetic, desperately pulled the chain behind him, until his hands seemed to be broken, forming a strange right angle, and then stopped panting heavily.
"They're just drowning, and it will be fine in a while at the recovery speed of your werewolves."
Mu Fan stood directly opposite the iron fence, glanced at the group of little werewolves, then raised his head and said to the werewolves.
Werewolf pups are literally just drowning, and are certainly one of the most tenacious of creatures, they are so resilient that some pups are already self-draining.
"who are you"
The appearance of Mu Fan made the group of werewolves vigilant instantly.
Almost all the werewolves faced Mu Fan, and the oldest silver-white man opened his eyes and asked coldly.
When Mu Fan heard that there were people who could talk, and werewolves who could talk, he felt a lot more relaxed. He could only communicate if he could speak. If he couldn't speak and even had no communication, he would be doomed.
Regardless of whether a werewolf spoke just now, Mu Fan thought that this group of werewolves hadn't evolved and couldn't speak at all.
As long as there is someone who can speak, there is a certain basis for communication.
"If I say that I am the enemy of your wolf king, do you believe it?"
Strictly speaking, Mu Fan is indeed an enemy of the Wolf King.
At least for now, the two are still fighting inextricably.
The old werewolf glanced at him and closed his eyes without speaking.
"Come on, let's talk, this is miserable enough for you, and I can't make it worse for you, maybe I can save you, anyway, everything is negotiable."
Mu Fan saw that the old werewolf was sitting cross-legged on the opposite side of the fence like an old fried dough stick, waved his hands and said.
"To save us out, you can put forward whatever conditions you need. If we can satisfy you, we will try our best to satisfy you."
As expected of an old werewolf speaking, it can be said that he hit the point directly without dragging his feet.
"Need, I can't say it yet, but I want to ask you a question, what happened here, what happened to you werewolves"
When Mu Fan said this, all the werewolves fell silent. The old werewolf also hesitated for a moment, then looked at Mu Fan, and then at the little werewolves lying on the ground. He gritted his teeth and told the story.
"Since the vampires ran to the east for some reason, our werewolves have also migrated and came to this ghost place. Immediately under the threat of a catastrophe, we had to flee into the mountains."
Mu Fan raised his eyebrows, he knew something about the vampires when they went to the east, after all they killed so many.
But what is the reason for the werewolf's migration? However, Mu Fan suppressed the doubts in his heart, and was ready to listen to the old werewolf before he finished speaking.
"Under the mutation of the catastrophe, our physical fitness is getting stronger and stronger, but we are not planning to do anything. Instead, we are preparing to recuperate and multiply the race in this place. The prophets in the clan told us that only by recuperating can there be a way to survive."
Mu Fan raised his eyebrows.
Prophet werewolves also have
The werewolf is too buggy to go out. There are both prophets and shamans, so who can stand it.
Speaking of this, Mu Fan noticed that the mood of the werewolf group became even more depressed.
"But before we found our way out, the Prophet died. The Prophet lived for nearly 900 years, and finally died on the 20th day after the disaster. We lost our direction and split into five parts, roughly divided into the aggressive Red Eye and the Cang Yue Silver Wolf."
Speaking of this, Mu Fan became interested. It turns out that werewolves are also divided into many factions, so he couldn't help asking: "Then which faction do you belong to?"
"We belong to the Cang Yue Silver Wolf, because when our people are old, they will have a silver-white down, so we got the name."
Mu Fan saw that this old werewolf was indeed the case, his head was already silvery white.
"Then what is the other red eye? Could it be that they will get red eye disease when they are old?" Mu Fan's joke did not resonate with the old werewolf at all, but he took a cold look and continued.
"They are a group of fighters led by our shaman. The shaman is different from the prophet. The prophet tells us to avoid this group of alien life forms, but the shaman wants to cooperate with them."
Mu Fan was a little panicked, don't let himself rescue this group, but the group of werewolves he was fighting with were also red-eyed, so saving this group of people might be useless.
"Then which faction do you wolf kings belong to? And is the red-eyed tribe also in the hands of alien life forms?" Mu Fan asked the most critical point of the question. The wolf king is on the one hand, and the werewolves who are now serving the alien life forms.
The old werewolf looked up at Mu Fan and said with a complicated face, "The current wolf king is Edward and my son."
Mu Fan snatched Xiaomei, and really caught a big fish.
Needless to say, they must be saved, not only to save them but also to treat them with courtesy.
"The red-eyed tribe is not here now, but went to the east. I don't know why they went there. In short, they were sent to the east by alien life forms, so we are the only ones on this battlefield, us enslaved Cang Yue werewolves."
The old werewolf was a little excited, stood up with a clatter, and the iron chain rolled over. Mu Fan could see that a layer of skin had been peeled off the old werewolf's back shoulders, and even the tissues inside the flesh could be vaguely seen. It was extremely terrifying.