Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

I don’t know what the aesthetic taste of these werewolves is. When you step into this huge stone house that also serves as the gate to the courtyard, the first thing you see is a long corridor.

Moreover, what were hung on the walls on both sides of the corridor were not beautiful paintings or exquisite sculptures, but skeletons that were so clean that only bones were left.

What's even more ridiculous is that this thing is very varied, because among them there are herbivorous orcs, carnivorous orcs, orcs, humans, demi-humans, and even elves and dragonborn.

But this is obviously not a natural science museum in a magical world, and the museum will not write in detail on the plaque under the head how the wolf king killed his master.

In fact, these are the heads of every strong man and tribal chief killed by the Wolf King since he came to power.

Therefore, before anyone meets the Wolf King, they must first personally experience this Corridor of Death, which is sufficient to prove his absolute strength and unshakable status.

But for the Wendigo, the feeling of walking through here is more than that.

Because at the only corner of this corridor, there were inexplicably two empty oak boards standing upright, and the nameplate below was also blank.

Then, if He simply pulled His head off His neck and inserted it on top, He could blend in without any sense of incongruity.

……

Therefore, one of the main reasons why the Wolf King built this corridor was probably to intimidate Him!

——Bad kids who don’t listen will have their heads chopped off by the big bad wolf.

But that’s nothing, they’re just taking advantage of each other or something, and everyone knows that.

It's simply because everyone is still useful at the moment, and in order to maintain this relationship, I'm pretending to be confused. It's no big deal.

After passing through this long corridor, what comes into view is a courtyard filled with swords, spears, halberds, bows, crossbows and hunting targets.

If it were usual, the Wolf King might be leisurely boiling water here and drinking a kind of herbal tea unique to their tribe.

But now, the fire has gradually gone out, and the king is nowhere to be seen. There are only two fox stewards waiting here, and the first words they spoke were.

"His Majesty the Wolf King is not here right now. If you really have something urgent to do, His Majesty said he would invite you to the shooting range outside the city for a chat."

……

Playing monkey!

Oh my god, this is definitely a trick!

But no matter how angry he was, if the roles were really reversed, Wendigo would probably choose to hit himself at this moment.

It’s simple. I know what I have done.

Under his promotion, the Shadow Church has been recruiting soldiers and buying horses in recent times, and the movement is bigger than that of the royal court. It would be strange if the Wolf King did not hold a grudge.

Therefore, Wendigo, who really had something urgent to do, could only swallow his anger and silently left the royal court under the protection of the guards and came to a valley in the distance.

"Pretty!"

But before he could push aside the branches blocking his view, he heard the exaggerated cheers of the wolf guards not far away.

Naturally, there was only one person who could make them show such hospitality, and that was the wolf king He Chi Na, who was surrounded in the center of them and had just shot an arrow at the black spot in the distance.

In the inherent impression of the Glowing People, players, and even many Wasteland People, this grassland overlord who caused the wolf disaster must be a burly, fierce, and ruthless man.

Kill at least eight people a day!

One meal can feed at least three children!

He is greedy for money and lustful, extremely vulgar, indulges in wine and women, and has countless women... Anyway, just stack the tyrant's debuffs one by one!

But in fact it was not so. Compared with the group of personal guards around him, who were all 1.9 meters tall and had extremely explosive muscles, He Chi Na, who was less than 1.7 meters tall and had a relatively well-proportioned body, even looked a bit ridiculously weak.

And even though it still has a wolf head, because of the soft gray hair on its eyebrows and the always upturned corners of its mouth, it still has a bit of the bookish air unique to anthropologists.

Although strictly speaking, he is definitely not a skinny guy. If he were on Earth, he could at least be a trendy guy in nightclubs who would pull up his T-shirt and pose for photos of his abs on Xunle to pick up girls.

But...

Even though he was just a big skeleton under this black robe, Wendigo still dared to think that he was stronger than him!

Win! (Hysterical)

So he used a secret laugh to unilaterally soothe the pain of being fooled by others. The old sheep-head pretended to be leisurely and walked over clapping his hands.

"Hahaha, as expected of Your Majesty, this arrow is so fierce!"

"Ok?"

The Wolf King handed the longbow in his hand, which also did not have much power, to the guard beside him. Hearing the sound, he turned around.

But he did not speak immediately. Instead, he remained silent for a moment, then pretended to be surprised as if he had just recognized who the person was, and then he laughed the same way.

"Oh my, the Imperial Master is here too. This little hunting ground is really bustling today."

"Uh……"

Although this is obviously intended to disgust the old man, the dirty tricks and tripping him up still have to be done behind the scenes.

Anyone who would put it on paper and make it clear is a fool.

So the Wolf King did not let the Wendigo continue to be embarrassed. Instead, he straightened his collar and waved his hand generously.

"Okay, come on, prepare the feast! When my eldest son brings back the prey, I want to taste this Mangshan deer with my Imperial Master!"

It sounds very enthusiastic, but Wendigo knows that the wolf king specifically emphasized the phrase "I have a big son" not because of love.

Because in the next moment, the sound of fierce horse hooves came from where the arrows came from. It was a team of prairie wolf riders galloping towards this side.

But the white-haired werewolves who were following were different. The one leading the group was actually a tiger man whose hair was even whiter than theirs.

After arriving nearby, he immediately dismounted and rushed over.

He knelt on one knee, held the dead female deer tied behind his back in both hands and handed it to the wolf king, saying respectfully.

"Father! Your arrow pierced its eye accurately. Congratulations on getting a perfect pelt!"

"OK!"

The wolf king laughed loudly, but did not take the deer. Instead, he helped the white tiger up first.

"My son, you've worked hard. I will give you the most tender ribs later!"

The eldest prince bowed again hastily.

"Thank you, father!"

If others saw it, considering that both of them were from royal families, this could definitely be described as a loving father and a filial son in the literal sense.

But at least anyone who has studied a little biology knows that it is impossible for a wolf to give birth to a tiger.

What's more, even if this wolf is a rare variant of the [Grassland Werewolf], it is just a [Green Wasteland Werewolf] with silver blood.

But that tiger has golden blood, and is comparable to the Khan in the north.

Therefore, although this white tiger is not very old among the orcs, its level has reached over seventy under the training of the Wolf King.

Even though he still has no chance of winning against the Wendigo who possesses both legendary bloodline and quasi-god power, he is definitely a threat.

...No wonder you want to meet me here, you want to use this dog to pressure me!

It was true that Wendigo was angry and resentful, but he was not wrong to secretly call the great prince named Mandulatu a dog.

Because this guy’s father is not the Wolf King He Chi Na at all, or rather, the bastard who had murdered his father is the Wolf King He Chi Na!

It may be the basic rule of every world that races with powerful talents are always rare for whatever reason.

Even the elves, who once established an empire that lasted for ten thousand years, had only a few hundred thousand people in their heyday, let alone the cold forest tiger people who settled in the edge of the world.

In fact, as a race that chose to live in seclusion due to historical reasons, they have never fought against the world and refused war1.

Until thirty years ago, they were still living under the leadership of Lao Wang in the coastal corner of the wilderness, in a woodland where snow fell almost all year round, leading a life with no sense of existence at all.

Then He Chi Na came, and with his group of bloodthirsty wolf soldiers, he once again proved what the saying "a hero cannot defeat four hands" means.

The already old and frail White Tiger King died in the chaos, and along with the entire tribe became the spoils of the Wolf King.

However, in order to completely obtain the persuasiveness and dominance of the golden bloodline, the Wolf King did something quite cruel.

That's right, he used the White Tiger King's body as a threat and forced the Tiger King's only son, Mantulatu, to recognize him as his father.

So the other blank wooden board is actually used to warn Mandulatu about sustainability.

——Bad kids who don’t listen will have their godfather rip off their father’s head and use it as a decoration.

Therefore, Wendigo could not understand it at all. It was clearly a triple hatred of hatred for his father's murder, hatred for the extermination of his clan, and humiliation of kowtow.

How could this damn Mantulatu be so filial?

What a waste!

Just as he was standing aside and complaining madly, a charming woman's voice suddenly sounded.

"My king, I heard that you hunted a Mangshan deer, so I came to congratulate you~"

She was a young woman wearing a complicated long dress, with extremely fair skin and a pair of red eyes.

And for some reason, there are obviously better places to appreciate both above and below her, but the curve from her chin to her neck is particularly eye-catching.

Therefore, the Wolf King stopped pretending with the Tiger Prince and walked directly to her side with an indescribable smile on his face and whispered.

"Haha, isn't it just a deer? Beauty, I will hunt many more things in the future."

If there were any Chinese players present, they would have surely jumped frantically to the scenes of Su Daji and King Zhou of Shang, wondering when they could fast forward to the Burning of the Deer Terrace.

But the werewolves present simply stepped back a few steps and turned around to avoid it, as if they were used to it.

Among the crowd, only Wendigo and Mandulatu had strange expressions and only maintained polite smiles on their faces.

The old sheep-head is because this woman is not actually a "human". She is the vampire Baroness Borona, the third seat of the Weird Council, and also a spy placed by Him next to the Wolf King.

All I can say is that she is worthy of being an old fellow who is suspected to be even older than Him. She has used her palace fighting abilities to the fullest and defeated all those rude grassland women including the fox clan princesses, and became the only wolf queen.

As for Manduratu...

God knows why. If you think about it from a positive perspective, maybe it’s just that the good son is jealous of his godmother.

Anyway, he found an excuse that his subordinates still needed training and left, and Borona volunteered to take on the responsibility of preparing meals.

"Okay, okay, I am happy to taste the cooking skills of a beautiful woman!"

After gently caressing another curve on Berona's body, the Wolf King turned around with a serious look.

"Oh, Imperial Master, I'm so sorry for leaving you aside. Come, let's continue our conversation!"

What else could Wendigo say? He could only brush the matter aside and sit with the wolf king on the bank of the creek in the valley.

The wolf king poured two glasses with a smile, then took one of them on his own initiative.

"Here, this cup of wine is my apology, please!"

When leaders take the initiative to toast, it is either to honor them or to settle a matter, but in any case it is for the sake of dignity.

Damn it, maybe he wants to mend the relationship temporarily...

So Wendigo picked up another one with his two bony fingers and touched it with the wolf king.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I also wish you a long life!"

Of course, the skeleton cannot drink alcohol, it can only use its shadow to pull and tear the wine into pieces to indicate that it has been "drunk".

"it is good!"

However, the essence of the leader's toast is just a formality, so the Wolf King still nodded with satisfaction.

"I heard from the butler that the Imperial Master has something important to discuss with me."

Then he put down the empty wine glass in his hand and started talking about business.

"Then I think there's no need for us to be polite. If you have anything to say, please speak directly!"

"Okay, then Your Majesty, please listen to the news I got from Huiguang first..."

After Wendigo told the Wolf King everything that had happened recently in the Glowing Kingdom, the grilled venison was served on the table.

This was a serious matter, so the Wolf King extended his thinking time for a long time while inviting the old sheep to eat meat and let him taste the queen's cooking.

After finishing three cups of wine, his eyes became clear again and he spoke leisurely.

"According to what the Imperial Master said, these pioneers are a group of smart people."

Wendigo was stunned when he heard this, and hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"Yes, Your Majesty, they were able to expand to such a large area in just half a year. This is definitely worthy of our vigilance!"

"Alert~"

The wolf king stretched out his voice, looked at him deliberately, and then continued.

"But since his strength is not weak, I think it is better to resolve the feud than to create one. What do you think, Imperial Master?"

I said?

I say you are fucking stupid!

No wonder the old sheep was so anxious that he wanted to curse.

It is better to resolve a feud than to create one...

This damn wolf king had clearly just disgusted me and that coward, how could he have the nerve to be so hypocritical?

But a higher-ranking official can crush a person, and since he does not have the strength to overturn the table yet, he can only lower his head to express his opinion.

"Your Majesty, the pioneers are not negotiable!"

"To be honest, my church has fought with them many times. Although it was just some minor tests, the fact that we have lost more than we have won is enough to show how threatening they are."