Thinking of the question that seemed to be a variable, "Jackal" Canus's brain began to feel a dull pain again.

The work of recruiting and reorganizing the Great Horn Legion went smoothly.

Once the reorganization is completed, and after losing its leader, the wolf clan will obey its orders.

The troops in his hands are superior to those of the lion tribe, tiger tribe, tauren and wild boars, and he has the largest legion in Turanze.

Of course, in terms of high-end combat power, he still lacks something.

After all, Turanze is a land where the strong respects the strong and does not like to bully the small.

But I believe this problem can be greatly alleviated by cooperating with those guys from the Fang Mountains.

The only flaw is that the Saint of Ancient Dreams temporarily escaped from his control.

Moreover, the Ancient Dream Saint seems to be a blessing in disguise, possessing more powerful spiritual power, which can in turn invade her own brain.

But this is not irremediable.

No one knows better than "Jackal" Canus, the terrible price to pay for overloading the brain and pushing the mental power beyond its limits.

The brain of the Saint of Ancient Dreams originally grew abnormally, her cerebral blood vessels were in a mess, and she was extremely fragile.

If she continues to burn her brain at all costs, she might soon die from brain explosion.

Even if she is lucky enough to survive, the situation is now decided, and it is not her, the puppet she has supported, who can turn the tide.

But, is it really the Saint of Ancient Dreams who is spying on me in the dark?

Why, there is a vague feeling that is both familiar and strange, like...an old friend that I have known a long time ago?

There was a gentle "click" sound from the front.

That was the sound made by the foot of an angry lion warrior breaking a dead branch.

This angry lion warrior is the leading soldier sent by the Lion King.

Specially responsible for reconnaissance of the environment at the front of the exploration team.

The distance between him and the Wolf King's hiding place is less than ten arms.

Just take a few more steps and you can step on the Wolf King's head.

However, "Jackal" Canus's heartbeat and breathing did not change at all.

Not even his eyeballs moved even once.

He looked at the angry lion warrior with calm heart, and slashed randomly in the dense forest with his sword several times.

The dead branches, vines and weeds that had not been cut down for three thousand years immediately bit his sword tightly.

The angry lion warrior cursed a few times.

He was worried that the remains of the evil puppet might be sleeping deep in the jungle, but he did not dare to release too strong a totem power to destroy the dead.

Besides, along the way, they passed through many dangerous areas that "Jackal" Canus had discovered in advance without any danger.

Although several good players, including the son of the Lion King, were lost, they were all swept away by the space storm and were considered natural disasters rather than crimes of war.

Except for the space storm, they did not wake up even half of the remains of the evil puppets, nor did they encounter any enemies.

Seeing that victory was right in front of them, the Raging Lion Warriors gradually relaxed their vigilance.

The angry lion warrior pulled out his sword from the dead branches and vines, spat, and searched in another direction.

Behind him, half of the Lion King's "Horn of Destruction" exploration team has stepped into the ambush circle.

"Jackal" Kanus's gaze became calm and condensed again, like an ice pick frozen inch by inch.

Taking ten times slower than usual, he took a deep breath and completely forgot about the mysterious snoop.

After all, it is too late to consider this issue now.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired.

Ever since that mysterious night more than ten years ago that was too long to be described in words, he had no choice.

And everything he got that night helped him step by step to get to where he is today, helped him seize every opportunity and avoid every risk, and helped him transform from a homeless corpse-eating dog to a veritable wolf.

The leader of the clan helped him turn the once unattainable Lion King and Tiger King into prey in a trap.

So, next, is it possible that the seemingly out-of-reach throne of War Chief will fall to someone else?

"No, absolutely impossible!

"No one is qualified to be a war chief except me!

"No one has any way to save Turanze!

"This is the mission given to me by the ancestors!"

Perhaps the moment that has been carefully planned for more than ten years is coming.

"Jackal" Canus could feel his nerve endings trembling slightly.

But he quickly controlled every nerve, every muscle and every wolf hair in his body.

And it sends the crazy secreted hormones into the brain, turning it into the necessary fuel for the brain to operate at super high speed.

The last deduction was still no problem.

One-third of Lion King's exploration team has already fallen into an ambush.

It would have awakened the possibility of the remains of evil puppets nearby. Most people did not have totem armor, nor did they have enough totem power to check their surroundings.

In other words, their vision, hearing, touch, and combat effectiveness are all firmly limited to extremely low levels.

Although the Lion King and his capable generals can be armed to their minions in the blink of an eye.

But in the blink of an eye, King Tiger used his "Blade of Fury" to bring them the last surprise in their lives.

In order to achieve this, Tiger King learned more than a dozen times from "Jackal" Canus about the specific personnel configuration of the Lion King's exploration team.

An attack team was arranged for each of the Lion King's men to conduct repeated drills to ensure nothing went wrong.

Of course, the Tiger King would never have thought that there was a fatal trap hidden in the information that the Wolf King had repeatedly conveyed more than a dozen times with his superb acting skills.

The so-called "Thunder-proof, foolproof" will definitely turn into "a combination of circumstances, both sides suffer".

However, "Jackal" Canus did not think that the Tiger King would doubt him.

After all, he is just the Lion King's puppet.

Isn't it normal for a puppet to not know the master's trump card?

not to mention……

"After this battle, what will happen to the one who is still alive among the Lion King and the Tiger King?"

"Jackal" Canus's mouth raised a smile line that only he could feel.

At this time, half of the Lion King's exploration team had already stepped into the ambush.

The Lion King's "Horn of Destruction" in the middle of the queue is only half a step away from the ambush circle.

This chieftain of the Golden Clan, who was burning like a ball of golden flames, also did not wear a totem armor. He had neither interest nor suspicion in everything around him. He just frowned, maybe he was still immersed in the loss of his son.

In the pain, I was still thinking about the tests I would encounter after going deep into the Holy Mountain Temple.

"Jackal" Canus can already smell the blood that is about to emerge.

He heard the killing cry, the sound of flesh and blood being torn, and the sound of bones breaking that was about to reverberate inside his skull.

But, just at this moment

The Lion King suddenly stopped.

Every hair on his body stood up like golden needles.

The whole person suddenly swelled up, like a golden hedgehog enlarged ten times.

"How……"

"Jackal" Canus' eyes widened at first.

Soon his pupils contracted to the limit.

He already knew why the Lion King was wary half a step before stepping into the ambush.

Because he heard it too.

I heard the eardrum-piercing hissing sound as the remains of the evil puppet moved its rusty limbs.

I heard the sound of towering trees burning and collapsing.

There were also a series of deafening explosions.

It was also mixed with strange tunes and screams.

Then, "Jackal" Kanus saw something on the left side of the nearly perfect encirclement that he had carefully designed for more than ten years, something that should never appear here in the dense forest.

The rickety remains of three fel golems.

The remains of these three evil puppets are all crappy products with dull crystals and magic runes that have been almost worn away by time.
To be continued...