In order to gain the king's favor, they fearlessly stepped forward from the crowd.
Awooo... There were three of them, one in front, one behind, one in the left, and one in the right, all leaping up and pouncing on the Indian.
Choosing a direction, the Indian man slid backwards under the wolf's belly, slid his hand upwards, and the wolf's belly was cut open, with a large amount of blood splattering all over the ground.
The wolf with its belly ripped open crashed to the ground, writhing in pain and unable to even howl. It trembled and looked pleadingly at its companion.
The wolf companions retreated, standing still, their eyes wary and tinged with fear, no longer daring to advance.
Even if the wolf with white fur bared its teeth and tried to intimidate them, it was no use.
The Indian guy arrogantly brandished his dagger, "Who else wants to come? Come one, I'll kill one."
The Indian loyalists were even more excited than he was. The disparity in morale before the battle had driven them to the brink of despair, but unexpectedly, the tide turned and their momentum reversed instantly.
All the wolves could retreat, but White Fur was the only one who couldn't. If it retreated, not only would it lose its position, but it would also be despised by all the wolves and die even faster.
Suppressing his fear, the white-haired wolf slowly walked out, one step at a time.
The Indian has a bloodthirsty look on his lips. If I take care of you, the entire wolf pack will be mine.
"Come on!" the Indian man shouted, brandishing his dagger as he charged forward.
Wolf White Fur leaped and dodged, always avoiding the dagger, and Ah San failed to get the kill several times.
Wolf White Hair's henchmen saw an opportunity and immediately perked up, rushing forward to restrain Ah San and create a chance for Wolf White Hair.
The Indians roamed freely, their might awe-inspiring, causing blood to rain down in the forest.
Xiao Hao was thrilled by what he saw and longed to go down and fight.
One by one, Wolf White Hair's henchmen fell down. Ah San approached Wolf White Hair closely. Wolf White Hair was terrified and kept retreating to avoid him.
Having endured Pei Nansheng's brutal beatings and discipline, Ah San is no longer the same person he was yesterday.
Like a tiger released from its cage, he leaped down and plunged the dagger deep into the neck of the white-haired wolf. The white-haired wolf struggled in pain, and the Indian man pulled out the dagger and took a few steps back.
Blood gushed out, instantly turning the wolf's white fur into a blood-red wolf.
All the wolves seemed to have been paused, staring blankly in the direction of the white wolf fur.
Thud... A heavy object hit the ground, dust billowed up, and the wolf with white fur lay in a pool of blood, gazing desperately at the sky, its bloodshot eyes twitching a few times before going still.
Awooo... Awooo... Awooo... Awooo...
The Indian loyalists roared to the sky and excitedly circled around him, celebrating the birth of a new wolf king.
After a brief commotion, the white-haired wolf's followers knelt on their forelegs, bowed their heads in unison, and submitted to the enemy.
The Indian man raised his hands high, spun around in a circle, and looked as triumphant as a king returning home.
Xiao Hao scoffed lightly, "What's so smug about the leader of these beasts?"
Even so, I can't help but feel a little envious of the carefree and unrestrained lifestyle of the Indians.
After hearing the whole story, Zuo Ling reached out to Ah San and said, "Give it to me."
Ah San shrank back, shaking his head like a rattle-drum. He was very smart; he couldn't understand human speech, but he could tell that Zuo Ling was asking him for the dagger.
Zuo Ling didn't believe her and immediately searched her.
What if the Indians, still possessing wild nature, suddenly go berserk and hurt someone?
Although Zuo Ling was close to him, she had never been this close before. Ah San stood stiffly, feeling sore and numb all over, and dared not move.
I searched for ages, but couldn't find it!
"Where did they go?" Zuo Ling asked with a stern face.
The Indian man shook his head, pretending not to understand.
He rushed to the stove, lifted the pot lid, grabbed a few vegetable buns, and ran away.
Zuo Ling glared at Xiao Hao, who shrank back and said, "No, I didn't give it to him. He took it from me."
Pei Nansheng sneered:
"You still have the nerve to say that? You didn't even know your weapon was stolen. Go run laps, 10,000 meters. If you don't finish the required number of laps, you're not allowed to eat."
Xiao Hao: "..."
Damn you, Indian, you ran away, leaving me to be punished.
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