Chapter 349: Jiuli Fantasyland (5)

Leng Yetong smiled coldly, waving his sword and wolf king for a fight, the skin of the blue-faced iron wolf was indeed inaccessible, and the soft sword cut on it did not play any role at all, but instead shocked his own. The tiger's mouth hurt, and he couldn't hold the sword. Gently frowned, now this situation is very unfavorable. Before, she used the advantage of distance to achieve a temporary victory, but she couldn't take any advantage in close combat, and she was already the wolf king. The sharp claw scratched the wound, but it was unscathed. This conclusion made her feel frustrated and helpless.
Alas, to the wolf king's dim green glowing eyes, there was a moment of walking away, and the tear-like pain made her frown even tighter. The wolf king's claws penetrated her left shoulder, and the blood couldn't stop flowing, but at this time she showed the smile of the winner, raised her left hand, and fixed the wolf king's paw in her shoulder. The right sword was accurate. It pierced through its eyes and penetrated the entire skull. Before the wolf king had time to utter a final wailing, he had lost his breath forever.
Gently sighed, took his paw off his shoulder, threw its body to the ground, glanced around at the wolf pack, and said coldly, "Now it's dead, according to your clan Whoever defeats the wolf king is the new wolf king. Although I am a personal person, the rules are set by you. Is n’t the rule of warcraft most important? "
"Wow." The wolves were hesitant. The wolves that looked like the elders of the wolves gathered together once and whispered something in a whisper. In the end, they seemed to reach a consensus. The three wolves issued The green light shrouded the entire forest. When the light dissipated, the surrounding wolves were gone. Together with the dead corpse, the three wolves changed from wolf shape to human form, and walked slowly towards the cold night pupil. Come.
"My great king, please allow me to pay you my highest respect." This is the youngest of the three. He looks around twenty years old and is wearing a white flowing cloud robe and a golden long Hair, turquoise eyes, tall nose, fair skin, and a look of mixed blood, it is difficult to think of him as a blue-faced iron wolf with blue-faced teeth. He stepped forward, kneeled on the ground on one knee, took out the arm of her hand, and his cold lips fell a kiss on the back of her hand. His body was full of warm power, and the wound began to heal slowly.
"Wang, please come with us, and we will take you to the palace." Another slightly longer man came over, saluting her respectfully, making a gesture of please, motioning her to follow him.
"Palace? It's interesting. I haven't been to the wolf's palace yet." Leng Yetong smiled, and this smile seemed to drunk the heart of the blond man. This familiar feeling, why is it so familiar?
"Wang, we are the elders of the wolf tribe, I'm the wolf one," the oldest old man took a step forward, made a brief introduction, pointed to the leading man, and said, "This is the second elder of the wolf tribe, His name is Wolf II. "
"Is he a wolf three?" For these two names, Leng Yetong felt helpless. It felt like he had numbered the wolf, just like he used to be. Almost subconsciously, pointing at the blond man next to him, said softly.