Bach was concerned about the orc who was able to kill two Ironbacks. "What race is that orc?"

Black Wolf's excited voice stopped, and he shook his head embarrassedly, "I don't know, I didn't ask..."

As if he had thought of something, he said hurriedly, "Oh, that beastman can fly without changing into beast form. His name is Wente."

"Vent?" Bach felt that the name sounded very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"Yes, his name is Wente. It's a pity that he already has a tribe, otherwise it would be great if he could come to our tribe." Black Wolf said regretfully.

The tribe leader no longer wanted to listen to what he said. Feeling a little annoyed, he waved him out and said, "Okay, I understand. You go back and rest first. You can join the hunting team the day after tomorrow, right?"

"Yes!" Black Wolf gave the patriarch a look that said it was no problem.

The black wolf left happily, but he didn't know that the chief couldn't sleep all night!

He rejected the advances of his female companions and lay alone on the stone bed, muttering, "Vent...Vent..."

…

Before daybreak, Black Wolf, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened by the tribe leader who looked perturbed. "Black Wolf, take me to find that orc named Venter!"

Black Wolf instantly woke up and wiped his face, "What's wrong, Chief?"

Bach looked solemn and patted him on the head. "Stop talking nonsense and lead the way!"

“…”

When Black Wolf took the chief out of the tribe, everyone was still confused, with all kinds of guesses in his mind. The chief wanted to personally invite Wente to join the tribe, but this was too hasty!

If he didn't go to invite her, did he want to fight with Wente?

Well, that won’t do. How can the old chief beat someone with his weak arms and legs? Does he want to try to persuade him?

Just as he was guessing wildly, he was hit on the head again. When he turned around, he saw the patriarch's dissatisfied look, "Why are you running so slowly?"

The beast-shaped black wolf felt aggrieved, "Chief, I can't fly."

Bach looked at him with disappointment, shook his shoulders, and a pair of black wings appeared. With a whoosh, the patriarch flew into the air.

The black wolf was stunned, staring blankly at the patriarch in the air, as if he knew for the first time that the patriarch had wings!

"Tribe, tribe leader, you also have wings?"

Bach glanced at him and said, "Change back to human form. I'll carry you and fly, and you show the way."

The black wolf quickly turned into a human and was carried away by the chief. At this moment, he had too many questions in his mind. The chief looked very similar to the orc!

He can fly without changing into beast form. As he was thinking about it, he realized one thing: he seemed to have never seen the patriarch in beast form!

The chief had never gone hunting himself, so no one had seen his beast form in all these years, nor had he heard anyone in the tribe talk about it?

Black Wolf was confused. It turned out that the clan leader was so mysterious...

While he was daydreaming, the patriarch had already brought him to the river where he had been recuperating.

People cannot be compared. He needs to run on the ground for a whole day to get there, but others have wings and can fly here in less than an hour!

Black Wolf silently swallowed his bitter saliva and said to the chief: "Chief, I don't know where they live, but Wente comes here every day to clean the prey. We have to wait."

I thought I would be scolded by the patriarch again, but the patriarch just nodded and walked back and forth by the river with his hands behind his back, as if looking for something.

He didn't dare to disturb him or ask too many questions. He always felt that the patriarch seemed to have something to do!

Bach was indeed looking for something, looking for a smell. He walked along the river and vaguely felt a sense of unease.