Qingfeng Mountain stands alone among the nearby mountainous areas, with tall and straight momentum and beautiful scenery. No wonder the Fengya tribe chose to take root here after migrating here. The werewolf is the king of the mountains, and they believe that the power for each tribe to thrive comes from the earth and mountains.
Looking from a distance, Qianye could see the whole picture of the Fengya tribe. There were dozens of caves on the mountain wall near the ground at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain. A clear stream meandered not far away. Dozens of wooden houses constitute a small village.
There is a group of wolves lying or standing on the grass on the gentle slope. With these beasts around, few can get close to a werewolf village without being spotted.
Qianye was standing on the top of a mountain hundreds of meters away, and turned his gaze to the surrounding environment, and then found that not far from Fengya Village, there was a road up to the peak. There are many totems made of giant wood standing on both sides of the entrance, indicating that this is the territory of the Fengya tribe.
But now, several totem poles of the Fengya tribe fell to the ground, replaced by a metal spear with a blood-colored flag flying on the tip of the spear. It was the symbol of the blood clan, but it didn't show which clan it was.
On both sides of the road leading to the peak, there are a few ferocious spiders. These servant spiders should be raised by Earl Stuka, and they are naturally placed here to prevent the werewolves of the Fengya tribe from going up the mountain.
At this time, on the grass, a little werewolf boy was playing with a majestic warg, running back and forth. The physical fitness of werewolf children is far superior to that of humans, and they look similar to human teenagers at the age of seven or eight.
And this little werewolf boy was even younger, about four or five years old at most, and he was able to chase after the full-grown adult wolf. They chased each other and approached the road to the peak before they knew it.
A woman suddenly rushed out of the wooden house, yelling at the child, with an expression of extreme anxiety.
The distance was too far, Qianye couldn't hear what she was saying, but saw her face suddenly changed, full of fear, and then ran out.
The little boy on the other side stopped and turned his head in a daze, but he didn't know that he had stepped into an invisible boundary.
The warg suddenly lowered its body, growling menacingly from its throat, and the hair on the back of its neck stood up.
A hundred meters away, one of the servant spiders that had been lying on the ground suddenly stood up, with a huge body several meters high, rising from the ground like a hill. The spider's movements were extremely fast, its long legs seemed to be sliding on the surface of the water, and it jumped close in the blink of an eye, a huge spider web shot out from its abdomen, covering the warg and the little werewolf boy.
The little boy turned around, still bewildered. The warg let out a growl, and threw the little boy down, holding him firmly under him. The spider web fell to the ground instantly, covering a radius of ten meters, covering both the warg and the little boy.
As soon as the spider silk landed on the wolf's body, blue smoke rose immediately, and the fur quickly charred and fell off, revealing pieces of squirming flesh and blood. The warg wailed endlessly, but lay on the little boy's body with all four limbs, refusing to move a bit.
In a blink of an eye, the spider silk eroded into that majestic body, the originally black and shiny fur was dull and gray, showing a lifeless look, and the wailing of the warg gradually became deeper and finally stopped. The servant spider moved over slowly, its terrifying mouthparts kept opening and closing, large drops of saliva fell, and small pits were burned on the ground.
The wolves raised by the werewolf tribe are only stronger than ordinary beasts, but these servant spiders are different. Earl Stuka has carefully fed them for hundreds of years, and they are all powerful, equivalent to the rank of a jazz. In the eyes of the servant spider, not only the wargs, but most of the werewolves in the Fengya tribe belonged to the category of food.
At this moment, the little boy's mother rushed to him like crazy, and following her hoarse cry, werewolves emerged from the caves and wooden houses one after another. When they saw the little boy coming out from under the breathless warg, their faces changed, and they rushed over with roars, trying to drive the spider away.
The servant spider hesitated a little. Although these werewolves were not as strong as it, they were superior in numbers. If they swarmed up, it couldn't resist it. At this time, on both sides of the mountain path, three equally huge spiders stood up and walked down the mountain path step by step.
The four servant spiders stood side by side, confronting the werewolves of the Fengya tribe.
At this time, the ignorant little boy pushed the wolf, but there was no response. His hand accidentally touched a spider thread that was still floating, and a deep black scorched mark appeared on the back of his hand. The little boy cried out in pain, his immature voice was extremely penetrating, resounding throughout the valley.
The cry instantly ignited the anger of the werewolves, and they uttered uniform low battle roars, and marched forward step by step in a team. The servant spiders hesitated a little, and began to back away slowly.
The anxious mother suddenly screamed and rushed desperately to the little boy standing in the middle of the spider's web. There were flying spider threads everywhere, and as long as a few more fell on the boy, this young life would be terminated.
Strands of spiders mercilessly wrapped around the mother, and then corroded into her body. But as if she didn't feel it, she insisted on rushing into the central area, picked up the little boy, and then exited the spider web area along the passage she broke with her body.
The werewolves of the Fengya tribe uttered their sad trombones one after another. They all knew that the woman was dead.
She finally staggered across the last spider web, and looked at the child in her arms with relief. The little boy's hands were corroded to the bone, but his life was always saved. As for the severe pain in her body, she had long forgotten it.
At this moment, a muffled gunshot suddenly sounded in the mountains, and a thick force bullet flew across the air, piercing through the mother's body, and was blasted into two pieces together with the little boy in her arms.
Qianye in the distance finally raised his eyebrows, a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he held the Eagle Strike on his shoulder with his right hand.
The werewolves of Fengya were also furious, some young werewolves even began to transform into fighting forms, and some activated the array of original force knives and guns.
Seeing that the battle was about to break out, an old wolf howled suddenly from the cave above, and the furious werewolves finally calmed down a little, and turned their heads to look over there.
An old werewolf appeared at the entrance of a cave in the settlement. He was too old to stand upright, and he had to walk slowly with a cane made of a branch.
At this moment, a spider demon rushed down from the mountain path. He was holding a Force rifle in his hand, and the lighted array hadn't been completely extinguished, and the shot that pierced the mother and the little boy just now came from his hand.
This nerubian is already a baron, only one step away from a viscount. He regarded the hundreds of werewolves gathered as nothing, passed the servant spider without fear, approached the werewolves, and said with a cold look, "Why, do you want to challenge the authority of the count?"
The werewolves didn't flinch, they stared angrily at the Nerubian, roaring continuously.
The spider demon's eyes lit up fiercely. He pointed at the mountain road under his feet and roared: "I have said long ago that anyone who dares to step into the restricted area will be executed on the spot! Why, is there anyone who refuses to accept it?"
"But he's just a kid who doesn't understand anything! Even if he strays into the forbidden area, he only takes a few steps!" A young werewolf couldn't help but shouted and rushed to the front, immediately arousing bursts of response.
"Not to mention a few steps, even one step will kill you! And anyone who dares to question the count's order will die!" The nerubian became fierce, and the rifle in his hand roared again, and a big hole appeared in the young werewolf's chest.
The huge wound penetrated from the front chest to the back, where the heart used to be, but now it disappeared together with the surrounding flesh and bones. The young werewolf crashed to the ground.
The werewolves made a commotion again, but the nerubian grinned and roared: "Anyone who dares to doubt Your Excellency's order will end with him! Even if you kill all of you stinking dogs, it's not a big deal .Do you want to try it? You useless waste!"
"We have Xier, he has joined the peak!" Someone in the crowd shouted.
"Yes! Find Sil and let him speak!"
"The Earl won't fight against the peaks, will he?"
The werewolves regained hope, but the name of the peak did not deter the nerubian. The baron laughed loudly, "Go and call that little wolf cub, and I will let you know whether the nerubians are afraid of the peaks!"
Qianye watched all this quietly, frowning slightly, although his hand was always on the eagle strike, he never took off the sniper rifle.
At this moment, he was still not ready to intervene in the conflict between werewolves and nerubians. Although Qianye had promised William to treat werewolves well if possible, this did not mean forming an alliance, it was just a limited neutrality, and at most they could exchange what they had through trading.
There are also differences among the werewolves, just like the attitude of the White Claw Tribe towards William at the Tulip Bazaar. Although the Fengya tribe is worthy of sympathy, and Xier also made a promise to Qianye, but it is unknown how effective that agreement will be.
From what Qianye saw before his eyes, if Feng Ya himself did not resist, he would never intervene rashly. And after he occupied this area, if Feng Ya refused to surrender, then he would still mercilessly exterminate them.
Because Qianye's responsibility is first of all to follow his fighters, his allied friends, and the residents attached to his territory. Not these alien races who are worthy of sympathy, but who are ready to fight each other at any time.
This is war, the war of night and dawn. In war, there may be a little warmth, but it must be based on victory.
Only the victors are qualified to show mercy to the weak!
"Enough!" A deep and old voice sounded, the old werewolf finally came here, and all the werewolves automatically made way for him, showing the unparalleled prestige of the old werewolf in the tribe.
The old werewolf glanced at the werewolves on both sides, and said lightly: "What are you doing? Are you going to resist His Excellency the Earl?"
The werewolves lowered their heads one after another, and slowly lowered their weapons. Earl Stuka's brutality and terror have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and almost every once in a while, you will hear news that a tribe that dared to resist has been wiped out.
In the earl's territory, there is not only Feng Ya, a werewolf tribe, and they are not the most powerful ones either. If Stuka is angered, Fengya will be destroyed. Because of this, even though the holy land of the ancestors was expropriated, Feng Ya still endured it.
The old werewolf walked up to the nerubian, stood still tremblingly, and said, "My lord, this is just a misunderstanding. The person who entered the restricted area by mistake is already dead. Can we stop here?"