Vol 3 Chapter 287: Fenrieux

Unlike most of the wild monsters Zheng Qing has seen.
This group of wolf monsters in front of the Yougui Hunting Team obviously has strict discipline and strict levels.
For example, a gray wolf demon will drop its ears and droop its tail in front of a wolf; beside the wolf, there are always one to three gray wolf demon in varying numbers as servants. Regardless of whether it was a black wolf demon or a gray wolf demon, they seemed to advance and retreat in a controlled manner during the process of siege of the crime hunting team.
Therefore, there must be a wolf king in the center.
Zheng Qing slowly turned the brass telescope in his hand, a wolf, a wolf looked over, trying to find the mysterious figure.
But over and over again, he never found the mysterious wolf king - no, and it can't be said that there was no gain at all. At least, Zheng Qing found a very special black wolf demon in the wolf pack.
Among all the wolf demons I have seen so far, it is the guy most likely to play the role of the wolf king.
The ordinary gray wolves living in the Xianbeelian tundra have a shoulder height of about 60 to 80 centimeters, and the shoulder heights of these gray wolf demon in front of the Yougui Hunter are all about one meter. As for the black wolf demon, it is relatively taller, but its shoulder height is more than 1.5 meters. Only the biggest black wolf, with a height of two meters at the shoulders, can reach above Fat Blue's knees even if it doesn't raise its head. Standing among a group of wolf demons, it stands out amongst a group of wolves and is extremely eye-catching.
What's more important is that when all the wolf spirits pass in front of the wolf, they will take the initiative to lower their body, side their heads, and expose their fragile throat under the fangs of the wolf.
The reason why Zheng Qing thinks it is not the wolf king is because there is a fist-sized white little wolf lying on the head of this wolf, as if it is wearing a short white horn-if this black wolf It is the real wolf king, so there is no doubt that any wolf demon in the wolf pack can't, and won't climb on its head.
Even if the little white wolf is its descendant.
Of course, Zheng Qing also considered whether the little white wolf had any special status. But through the binoculars, looking at its two round red eyes, and the fine hairs all over it, it looked like a wolf demon cub who was just born less than a full moon.
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When Zheng Qing carefully searched for the figure of the Wolf Demon King on the top of the hill, the small team that went down the mountain to meet the Blue Sparrow had also started a short-handed encounter with the Wolf Demon.
Said it was a small squad, in fact, there were only three members-Zhang Jixin, Blue Fatty, and the little mink who had been cleansed of mud on his body and replaced it with a purple fur.
The whole team is centered on Fatty Blue, and he wields a thick tree trunk as a weapon to intimidate and frighten the wolf spirits around. Zhang Jixin wandered around the giant to help alert him to blind spots, such as behind his back and under his legs. Sable was lying on the tip of Fat Blue's nose, showing the way for the response team.
Of course, Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao, who are behind the small team, are also always vigilant. While maintaining the talisman formation, they have prepared enough talisman and spells to help them at any time.
In general, this layout is quite satisfactory, and it doesn't look particularly good, but it won't have any special shortcomings.
"Sneezes!" The marching Fatty Blue suddenly sneezed, and then muttered in his low voice: "Little Mink, why don't you climb onto my head... always lie on the tip of my nose, not only It interferes with the sight, and your tail always gets into my nose, it's itchy!"
With that, he couldn't help but sneezed again.
Several gray wolf demons, led by a wolf, rushed forward with lightning speed--maybe they thought that the giant distraction was a great opportunity to attack at this time, but they obviously ignored the hand of Fat Blue. Stick-Under the big stick that Fatty Blue wielded, these wolf demons turned somersaults at a faster speed and fell back, leaving the ground wailing.
"Perhaps I can light a torch at the end of your stick?" Zhang Jixin stood at the feet of Fat Blue, yelling: "Do you think these wolves are still afraid of fire?"
The Blue Fatty was stunned, scratching his head, and then poking the stick in front of the red-faced wizard: "You can try..."
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The feeling of stabbing a knife from behind is really cool.
When the blue pulled the long sword in his hand from behind the wolf monster’s neck, this thought slid through his mind-although it sounded not fair enough, but taking advantage of it, by surprise, by surprise, and then winning, this is what the most important.
When these thoughts flashed through his mind like sparks and sparks, the young swordsman had already dragged his long sword, and flashed to the edge of the blockade of the wolf group.
He doesn't need to look up, he can feel the familiar magic wave from the small hill not far away.
There are also familiar figures who come down from the mountain and are entangled with the wolves.
"Fatty has called out the big guy... It looks like the situation is really bad."
"Well, Little Mink is also safe."
The swordsman noticed the little purple dot on the blue giant's head, and the corner of his mouth hooked, thinking silently in his heart.
There was a sound of wind in his ears, and he turned his head slightly, the light from the corner of his eyes swept a figure leaping from behind.
"Slash-Swallow Anti-Secret Technique!"
His figure suddenly rose to the ground, like a huge bat, but in a flash, he quietly appeared behind the wolf demon who attacked him. Before the puzzled wolf demon could find its target again, the cold long sword inserted along the gap between its neck bones, cutting off its last vitality.
The blue bird did not love the stack to collect the loot, nor did he hide his figure again. Instead, he showed up openly and ran towards the hill with all his strength-the teammates were only less than 50 meters away from him, and the closest wolf was him. The demon is still a hundred meters away. All it takes is a simple sprint and it is safe.
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When the Blue Giant wielded a burning stick and wandered among the wolves, when the Blue Sparrow carried a long sword and returned from behind the wolf monster, Zheng Qing's binoculars did not always stare at them.
He has great confidence in his players.
In comparison, he cared more about the Wolf Demon King who had never appeared.
Whether it was the black wolf demon being smashed into meat sauce by the blue giant’s wooden stick, or the gray wolf demon was splashing blood four feet under the blue tit’s sword, the wolf demon king never showed up, letting the wolves surround the hard bones. Turn around randomly.
Until the Blue Sparrow broke through the wolves blockade line, it was about to return to the range of the Eugene Hunter Rune.
The wolf demon with the biggest head suddenly stood up, shook his ears, raised his legs and trot a few steps forward.
This abrupt move immediately attracted Zheng Qing's attention.
He raised the brass telescope in his hand, and focused the lens on the biggest black wolf demon.
Immediately afterwards, he noticed the white wolf pup sitting on the head of the black wolf demon. He suddenly stood up, stretched his waist with his legs pressed, and then grinned at Zheng Qing's camera, as if he was smiling and shaking. Flick the tail.
Zheng Qing took down the binoculars, shook his head vigorously, and rubbed his eyes.
An illusion must be an illusion.
He raised the telescope again and pointed it at the black wolf.
The little white wolf on the wolf's head has disappeared.
The young wizard stayed for a few seconds, his expression changed drastically, and he fell off the telescope in his hand and ran down the mountain.
"Beware of the white wolf!!!" He yelled wildly as he ran: "Be careful of that white wolf!!! Get back quickly!!!"
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"Be careful!!!"
Before the joy of reunion had bloomed on his face~EbookFREE.me~, Lan Que heard Zhang Jixin's horrified cry. His tone was so terrifying that for a moment, Lan Ting almost thought he heard the howling of the banshee.
But in the blink of an eye, he immediately woke up, turned back, drew his sword, kicked his legs hard, and pulled back.
However, it was a little late after all.
The last image seen in the young swordsman’s vision is a big mouth that seems to be able to swallow the sky and the earth-its upper jaw covers the sky above his head, its lower jaw covers the grass under his feet, and its scarlet tongue is covered with it. The sharp barbs and thick saliva are like sulfuric acid, corroding the soil and air.
The swordsman in mid-air had nowhere to take advantage, and could only watch the big mouth getting closer.
In his mind, for some reason, the appearance of the surviving fish that he had seen not long ago appeared.
"Fenrieu."
The blue bird murmured in a low voice. After all, there was no chance to lift the sword in his hand, and his eyes went dark, and the huge tongue was rolled into his stomach.