"Ao—"

The leader of the green wolf was completely angry and howled shrillly to the sky. Like an attacking military order, dozens of green wolf began to dodge left and right and rushed towards thirty or forty people to form an arc-shaped formation.

“Buzz buzz…”

Dozens of arrows were shot out, and both sides had only twenty steps. The arrows that should have been hit by every attack were only a few green wolf screaming, and only one wave of arrows, the two sides entered a hand-to-hand battle between flesh and blood and sharp claws.

"kill!"

When the huge green wolf rushed over, the sword flashed, and the green wolf didn't even scream. The whole wolf's head was thrown out. Before the man could roar again, his arm was stinging and could not bear the force. He fell on his back, and his arms were buried in his cheeks in an instant...

"die--"

No matter how bitten it on his shoulders and back, he hugged Jiruoyi's green wolf's waist and abdomen, and stabbed the short blade in his hand repeatedly into the chest of the struggling green wolf.

The collision between blood and flesh, the horses were neighing and jumping wildly. Song Yang was frightened and retreated repeatedly, but dozens of green wolves seemed to have no interest in cowards.

"Ao—"

A battle that was almost evenly matched was fierce and short, and a long howl spread throughout the valley. The wolves who were fighting to the death were grinning and retreating, entering the second fierce battle at any time.

"Back!"

The leader spitted out the wolf's ears that he had bitten off. He raised his arm high and waved it slightly backwards. More than a dozen blood-stained men slowly retreated...

"puff!"

When he retreated to the war horse that Song Yang was holding tightly, the leading man stabbed into the heart of the war horse without hesitation, but his eyes were not far away from the green wolf who was approaching three steps for a moment.

The arm swung back again, and more than ten remaining people slowly retreated again. This time, the wolf pack, which also suffered heavy losses, did not approach...

"call……"

Song Yang finally breathed out a breath and eased his attitude towards the blood-stained leader.

"Bone, aren't you?"

"Skin trauma, it's okay."

The man tore open a piece of rag on his chest, and pricked the bloody wound tightly after he was bleeding.

"Sir, hurry up and find the frightened horses, otherwise we will all die here... They must have alarmed another mountain god."

The man was afraid that Song Yang would not understand, so he added another sentence at the end.

Wolves each have their own territory, and territory is survival. Daily inspection of territory is also the most important thing for wolves. If a war breaks out on the edge of the territory, it will definitely alarm another group of green wolves.

Along the way, he encountered four wolves, and only a hundred people were left with more than ten blood-stained men in front of him. Song Yang knew that if he could not leave enough tribute to another group of wolves he was about to face, they would all die here.

As the "Bone" guessed, more than ten people walked only one mile, and dozens of green wolves appeared on their right side. The wolf king was even more majestic and burly than the wolf king he had encountered before.

"Ao—"

The two sides confronted each other for a moment, and just as Song Yang asked the leader whether to offer tribute, the shrill wolf howled throughout the valley.

"Ao—"

At this moment, a sharp wolf howl came from inside and outside the back.

"Aoah...aoah..."

The extremely majestic wolf king was like a general who issued a military order. Dozens of green wolves actually abandoned Song Yang and others and ran wildly inside and outside...

The wolf king jumped off the huge rock, jumped left and right to the front of the leader's "bone". As for Song Yang... it didn't even take a look.

"Bone" silently looked at the wolf king for several breaths, suddenly pulled out the sharp blade from his waist, and came to a manic and restless war horse.

"puff!"

It stabbed into the heart of the war horse with a knife, and the "bone" held a short blade full of blood and showed it in front of the wolf king, and then threw it on the ground...

As if he was very satisfied with his attitude of "bone", the wolf king walked to the blood-stained war horse, licked the blood that was coming out of the gurgling few times, and jumped without warning, running towards the battlefield inside and outside.

"call……"

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sir, we only need to bring three days of food and keep all the horses here."

Song Yang was panicked and said anxiously: "Will they come with you again?"

"Bone" glanced behind her.

"The frightened and lost horses will not escape the territory of the two mountain gods. The mountain gods who fought with us have suffered severe damage. It is inevitable that they will be defeated. With these tributes, the winning mountain god will be satisfied."

After listening to his explanation, Song Yang understood what was going on and could not help but nodded, "We have more than ten people killed, plus those horses and two territories, the winner should be satisfied."

When Song Yang mentioned his dead brother, a sadness appeared in his eyes. When he came, there were only 100 people, and now there were only twelve people left. How many people could be left after arriving at the Ganlang Valley?

Watching "Bone" walk to the dead horse and silently take off the sheepskin coat and food wrapped on the horse... Song Yang seemed to have noticed something wrong with him, opened his mouth, and finally sighed softly, but he still walked towards another war horse and plundered the food and clothing on the war horse.

In just a moment, the twelve people made a difficult journey again, leaving only seven restless neighing horses.

On the first night, when "Bone" woke up, the two people who were most injured died at some point, and three of them had a fever...

On the second night, there were only five people left in the team.

On the third night, another person died silently.

On the fourth day, only Song Yang, Gu and a short and thin man were left. The three of them were tied into rice dumplings by a group of wolves. They were dragged to a huge valley camp and dragged into a cave built on the cliff.

The cave in the center is very big. When the three were thrown in front of a scar-faced man, hundreds of people were holding torches to watch the three of them in a mess.

Just when Song Yang didn't know how to show it, "Bone" turned over and sat on the ground, looking coldly at the tall man on the wooden couch on the high platform.

"Wang Meng, is this your way of treating guests in Gan Lang Qiang? Or do you want to become Lao Wang's slave?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Lang Meng was stunned and stood up with a wine glass with a head and a dog with disheveled hair next to him whimpered. When she saw that the dog with disheveled hair was a human, Song Yang was so scared that he shrank back.

“Woo woo…”

"hehe……"

Lang Meng gently patted the woman with disheveled hair twice, holding a rope in one hand and a huge wine glass in the other hand, jumping on the steps, leading the person to the front of the "Bone", tilting his head around the "Bone" and looking up and down...

"Isn't this the Bone Clan leader of Beiheqiang--"

Lang Meng drank a sip of wine and suddenly approached the leader, with a nervous mouth.

"Ha ha……"

"slave?"

"Ha ha……"

"My slaves don't chew bones, eat meat-"

"Ha ha……"

Lang Meng raised his arms high and hundreds of people holding the torch were all terrified and laughed, scaring Song Yang to the point of pale face. He had never seen a leader like a madman.

"Bone" seemed to know Lang Meng very well, and let him be nervous to direct others to laugh wildly, but he looked at his performance with a calm face and cold look...

Lang Meng waved his arms suddenly, and the person who was originally laughing loudly became a duck with his neck grasped.

"Old Wang said that Lang Mengruo is not honest and can kill him."

"Bone" looked disdainful, looking at the madman looking down at him, as if he was the king here, not the prisoner who was killed by random knives at any time.

"Who killed you?"

"Who is the king of Ganlang Qiang!"

...

Dead silence.

Hundreds of people dared to breathe loudly.

"Pooh!"

Perhaps the "bone" was annoyed by the scarlet eyes staring at it, and a mouthful of phlegm was spit on Lang Meng's face.

"When I came out, one hundred and seventeen brothers, when I came to your kennel, there were only three left."

"I was frozen to death by the snow and killed by the mountain god. There were only 117 brothers, only three of them left. Do you really think I would be afraid that you would go crazy?"

"Come on."

"You try to send Master Gu crazy, and try whether Lao Wang dares to slaughter all the people in your doghouse."

Lang Meng spitted a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, and sat cross-legged in front of the "bone", looking at the leader of the Beihe Qiang tribe who had fought with disdain.

"Old Wang... Can Lao Wang escape back alive? That's not sure!"

"hehe……"

"Bone" chuckled.

"Han is very powerful, but if Lao Wang wants to kill you, it is no different from killing a mouse."

Lang Meng was silent for a while. How could he be a little crazy before at this time?
To be continued...