Leng Yetong smiled coldly, waving a sword and dealing with the wolf king. The blue-faced iron wolf's fur is indeed invulnerable, and a soft sword can't play any role at all, but shocks himself. The tiger's mouth hurts, and it is almost impossible to hold the sword. She frowned slightly. Now this situation is very unfavorable. She used the advantage of distance to achieve a temporary victory, but in the close combat, she can't take advantage of any advantage, and her body has already been destroyed by the wolf king. The sharp claws scratched the scar, but it was unscathed. This conclusion made her feel very frustrated and helpless.
Suddenly, when she met the wolf king's dark green eyes with cold light, she lost her mind for a moment, and the tearing pain made her frown even tighter. The wolf king's claws penetrated her left shoulder, and the blood flowed uncontrollably, but at this time she showed the smile of a winner, raised her left hand, fixed the wolf king's claws in her shoulder, and the sword in her right hand was accurate. It pierced through its eyes and ran through the entire head. Before the wolf king could let out the last wailing, he had already died forever.
He let out a sigh of relief, took its claws out of his shoulders, threw its corpse on the ground, glanced at the surrounding wolves, and said coldly, "Now it is dead, according to your clan. According to the rules, whoever defeats the wolf king will be the new wolf king. Although I am a human being, the rules are set by you, and the most important thing among monsters is the rules."
"Ow." The wolves were hesitant. Several wolves who looked like elders in the wolves gathered together and whispered something in wolf language. In the end, they seemed to have reached a consensus. A green light enveloped the entire forest. When the light dissipated, the surrounding wolves had disappeared. Together with the dead wolves, the three wolves changed from wolf shape to human shape and walked slowly towards Leng Yetong. Come.
"My great king, please allow me to pay you my highest respect." The youngest of the three said this, looking around twenty years old, wearing a white flowing cloud robe and a long golden robe. Hair, green eyes, tall nose, fair skin, he looks a bit mixed-race, and it's hard to imagine him as a blue-faced iron wolf with fangs just now. He stepped forward, knelt on one knee on the ground, pulled out the arm on her hand, and kissed the back of her hand with his cold lips. His body was filled with warm energy, and the wound began to heal slowly.
"Wang, please come with us, we will take you to the palace." Another slightly longer man came over, bowed respectfully to her, and made a gesture of please, motioning her to follow him.
"The palace? It's interesting, I haven't been to the palace of the wolf clan yet." Leng Yetong smiled coquettishly. This smile seemed to be drunk in the heart of the blond man. Why is this familiar feeling so familiar
"Wang, we are the first elder of the wolf clan, I am the first wolf," the eldest old man stepped forward, made a brief introduction, pointed to the man leading the way, and said, "This is the second elder of the wolf clan, His name is Wolf Two."
"Is he the third wolf?" Leng Yetong felt helpless about these two names, as if he had assigned a serial number to the wolf, just like himself. Almost subconsciously, he pointed to the blond man beside him and said in a low voice.