Suddenly earth and rocks flew up on the slope of the barren mountain, and the disguise was gone, revealing a deep cave. Qianye walked out of the cave, his complexion was a little pale, and his eyes were sunken deeply. It was obvious that he was exhausted, but his whole person had an air of silence, which made people palpitate.
Seeing the sun again, Qianye narrowed his eyes slightly, and it took him a while to get used to the light from the outside world. Standing on a high place, overlooking the vast wilderness, endless mountains and rivers, he let out a long laugh, and felt endlessly comfortable.
For Qianye, these seven days have yielded a lot, the most important thing is not the combat skills, but let him see the realm after the god general. In the past, Qianye had come into contact with many gods and generals, such as Zhao Xuanji and Zhao Weihuang, whose true strength was even higher than that of the Wolf King. However, it is not a real life-and-death struggle, and the experience is one level worse.
Now in Qianye's eyes, the world is really different, with more layers and more delicate colors, and many subtleties seem to be within reach. Where perception extends, everything responds to a greater or lesser extent.
The original force is the foundation of the world, and every thing contains the different nature of the original force, but there are more or less, and the existence forms are different. What Qianye perceives is the original force hidden in everything.
Being able to perceive the force of the world is the basis of control, and it is this step that has trapped many heroes throughout the ages.
At this moment, Qianye's original strength and blood energy have not increased, and it is no different from before. However, on the other hand, the control of power has entered a new realm.
With these seven days, Qianye finally understood to some extent why Yetong was so powerful with every move and every gesture, since Yetong was only a mere earl-level blood energy.
After releasing the turbid air accumulated for many days, Qianye went straight to a nearby small town and had a big meal without hesitation. Not drinking a drop of water for seven whole days is quite a burden on his body. After finally eating and drinking enough, Qianye inquired about the distribution of the surrounding cities before leaving the town.
Half a day later, at the edge of a city a hundred miles away, an airship slowly lifted off and sailed towards Tingchao City. It is not far from the ancient totem battle castle, the base camp of the wolf king, and it is also the central city that controls a vast area. Now Qianye is not in a hurry to settle accounts with Ji Rui, but plans to give the Wolf King another slap in the face.
This is a neutral place, even if it is an exchange of interests, it must be established on the basis of equal strength. There will never be a peaceful day if you don't beat the enemy hard and be afraid. Ji Rui turned his back on the deal several times, and after all, he still made a choice between Qianye and the other party. The fundamental reason was that he felt that Qianye was not strong enough.
No matter how many mercenaries were killed and Galewind's Fury was disabled, it would only make Qianye famous in the middle and lower classes. The real authority lies in the hands of the powerful generals. And Ji Rui, relying on both sides to get a share of it, looks like a beautiful scene, but in fact it is like a city built on sand, which will collapse at the touch of a touch.
The Wolf King came to kill Qianye, and he had no choice but to do so. This is the tragedy of not having hard power.
Having lived in the neutral land for so long, Qianye also understands the way of survival here, and understands the nature of Ji Rui's weeds. Such a person can be kept for use in the future, as long as he is strong enough, he will not have second thoughts. Of course, if one day Qianye fell from the altar, Ji Rui would be the first to bite back.
But now, Qianye felt that it was time to make people at the level of the Wolf King feel the pain.
On the coast of the East China Sea, there are endless sandy beaches, the jagged reefs where Qianye lived, and cliffs with thousands of feet.
The ancient totem battle castle of the Wolf King was built on the cliff, facing the East China Sea, it has extraordinary momentum. The ancient totem battle fort is not far from Tingchao City, the core city of the human race in the East China Sea. The battle fort was built here, and it also has the meaning of condescending and protecting it.
The ancient totem battle castle is dominated by werewolves, and most of the people who come and go are doing hard work and cleaning. In this castle, the hardest and most tiring work is handed over to the human race. The battle castle is located on a dangerous mountain, and it is inconvenient to go up and down. If you don't take a floating boat, it will take half a day for ordinary people to go down the mountain. All human races working in the battle fort are not allowed to leave the battle fort, in fact they have become slaves.
The night was falling now, and the sky was covered with lead clouds, which almost touched the spire of the castle. Under the cliff, the raging tide kept beating against the cliff, making thunderous bangs, and the waves could sometimes splash over a hundred meters.
In such a night, with such a majesty of heaven and earth, even the ancient totem battle fortress seemed not so strong.
Near midnight, the wind started to pick up. The thunder of the tide filled the sky and the earth, and the waves were higher than the waves, so that the voice of the foreman in the castle reprimanding the servants had to be raised an octave to be heard.
The lights in the castle are dim and flickering, and can only illuminate some corners and squares. Most of the area is shrouded in a suffocating darkness, and the dim light from the narrow windows can't illuminate anything at all, but makes people feel extraordinarily cold and hopeless.
On one side of the mountain wall, Qianye was standing. This place is at the same height as the castle hall of the ancient totem, so that most of the battle keep can be seen.
At this moment, the wind and rain are about to come, and the howling wind will bring some broken rocks from the mountain wall from time to time, such as flying knives and sharp weapons. Once it hits someone, it will bleed.
Qianye has been standing here for two full hours, observing the terrain and personnel distribution of the ancient totem battle fort. The faint flame behind the main hall of the castle caught Qianye's attention. To be able to still burn in this stormy weather and illuminate the main hall of the castle, the scale of the bonfire is definitely not small.
Werewolves are a race that respects ancestors and traditions, and there are still many werewolves who are extremely resistant to things such as airships and force arrays. In the werewolf tradition, the totem flame has always occupied a very important position. In the past, Qianye had dealt with werewolves a lot during the empire's battles, so when he saw the fire, he felt that it should be a very important place.
Qianye lowered his body, jumped tens of meters, flew over the cliff, and landed on another mountain peak. As soon as the howling wind approached his body, it split into two, circled around Qianyeliu, and then continued to howl forward. In the storm, Qianye moved forward gracefully and nimbly like a fish swimming.
This is what Qianye has gained in the past seven days. Without using the domain, or even using much force, he can already use the surrounding environment to his own advantage and create favorable conditions.
Qianye jumped like flying, and after a while, he circled to the rear of the battle fort and stood on the top of the sentry tower.
This sentry tower was built at the corner of Linhai, with cliffs on both sides. Perhaps because they didn't think anyone could come up from this position, the werewolf guards in the sentry tower yawned and looked listlessly at the sea.
The night was dark, the lead cloud was pressing down on the top, and the East China Sea was in chaos. No matter how hard the werewolf looked, he couldn't see anything.
At this moment, Qianye was standing on top of his head, but the werewolf guard didn't feel anything, trying hard to fight against sleepiness.
Qianye was looking at the backyard of the Battle Fort right now, where there was a protruding rock at one corner, a height of 100 meters, which naturally became a barrier. There is a depression under the mountain rock, and a raging fire is burning inside. Two werewolves are holding two pots of black stones and pouring them carefully into the fire.
When the black stone entered the fire, the flames immediately blazed a bit, and then Qianye smelled a faint fragrance, and his mind was immediately cleared. It seems that the two pots of black stones are specially made, not ordinary fuel.
On the mountain, ribbons were tied, and behind the flames stood a totem pole, with a wolf's head with a bloody mouth on top.
This is the totem of the werewolf tribe, and the flame is the totem fire used for sacrifices. As long as the tribe exists, the totem fire cannot be extinguished. When the tribe migrates, the chief priest of the tribe will keep the totem fire's kindling, and let it burn again when they reach a new habitat.
In front of the totem fire, there was an old werewolf crouching. He was bare-chested and his body was covered with blue and red patterns. The wooden staff held in his right hand was inlaid with dense skulls and sharp teeth, full of rough and primitive features. Feeling, but in the wilderness, there is a faint aura of domineering.
The werewolf old man exuded the tyrannical aura of a marquis, but his gray hair and dry skin showed an aging appearance. The strong of the dark race can basically maintain the appearance of their prime years, and they are often close to the end of their lives when they show old age.
Based on his years of understanding of werewolves, Qianye concluded that this old werewolf was probably the chief priest of this tribe. And from the fact that the totem can be placed at the highest point of the entire battle castle, it can be seen that the wolf king probably belongs to this tribe.
Qianye narrowed his eyes slightly, took a step sideways, turned into the sentry tower like a ghost, put his hand on the neck of the werewolf sentry guard, and twisted his neck bone with a little effort.
The werewolf warrior didn't even hum, and fell limply. Qianye stripped off his armor, put it on, got off the sentry tower, and walked towards the totem.
The great werewolf priest was lying on the ground, humming an ancient and desolate tune, and performing the ritual of ancestor communication. It is said that the high priest with a deep cultivation base can indeed hear the voice of the ancestors, get guidance, and even get the protection of the ancestors at critical times, so that the combat power skyrockets.
Tonight, the high priest is conducting an extremely important ceremony, and the communication with the ancestors alone lasts for several hours. This ceremony will borrow the power of the tribe's ancestors to remove hidden dangers from the wolf king's body.
In the backyard of the battle castle, there were dozens of werewolf warrior guards, and a patrol of guards would pass by the edge of the square from time to time. At this time, a werewolf warrior stuck in the shadow of the wall and walked towards the high priest kneeling in front of the totem.
The ceremony has been going on for several hours, and it is also a torment for the werewolf who is naturally irritable and irritable. Therefore, although many werewolf fighters were still standing there, their eyes were somewhat lax. This is the ancient totem battle fort. Since it was built, no foreign enemies have ever invaded. It is no wonder that the werewolves are lax.
But finally someone found an anomaly. A jazz-level werewolf guard stared at a werewolf warrior and shouted, "Who are you? Why don't I know you?"
The sound of drinking only woke up a few guards. The wind was too loud.
The werewolves looked up, only to find the suspicious werewolf standing under the wall. But at this time, he was only 50 meters away from the position of the high priest.
While many werewolves hadn't turned the corner and were still wondering who this werewolf was, Qianye had already taken out the twin flowers and aimed at the back of the werewolf priest!
"stop!!"
Thunderbolt-like roars resounded from the sky above the ancient totem battle fort!