Wolf King

The tigers have four large accounts, one large account consists of thirteen middle accounts, and one medium account consists of thirteen accounts.

Under normal circumstances, company officers and soldiers in a large account should have more than 2,100 men.

But the big account led by Yale that stayed on the frontline of Nubia had fewer than a thousand people!

The promotion system of the Tiger's military account has been followed since the time of the Tiger's Beast Emperor. Before the war, elite warriors such as Yale had been on duty in the eastern base for several years, but they were only promoted to the accountant.

Over the past year since joining the war, why did Yale quickly rise up and become a major accountant (general)?

Because everyone on his head is dead! !

The tiger race is the strongest fighting race under the dragon race. There is no saying that soldiers charge into the formation and the rear of the officer is stable. The more senior the officer, the more they should charge forward-Yale can live to the present, not because of him Stronger than everyone else, but his luck is a little bit better!

It's just that good luck doesn't make Yale happy, it just makes him increasingly...angry!

"Why should we fight this kind of battle? What do the dwarves and dark elves have to do with us? Tell me, Kun, you are the king's man, you tell me!!!"

"Yale!" Kun snarled, dropped his weapon, and grabbed Yale's arm with both hands to throw him away. "Don't go mad, you are one of the four accounts!"

"Roar--!!"

"No, stop him!"

"Come help!"

Several king accountant soldiers swarmed up and hurled down the fringed Yale to the ground.

"Calm down, Yale!"

"Roar--!!"

"What are you arguing about!"

Desperately dissuading Yale's Kun action, he panicked and raised his head: "... King!"

King Tiger, who walked out of his account, swept the chaotic soldiers with cold eyes, and finally dropped his sight on Yale, who was crushed to the ground by several people.

"Yale account."

King account.

The Tiger King repelled the others, leaving only Yale.

This tiger king, who is supposed to be a proper and strong man by age, is much older than a few years ago... Although his body is still extremely strong, his cheeks are no longer full, even the animal patterns on his cheeks. Some wrinkles.

The heritage of the Tigers is carried by animal patterns. The elite warriors have four or more gold and black symmetrical tiger-beard patterns on the cheeks of the elite warriors. They inherit the glory and power of the Tigers.

There are six golden and black tiger-beard-shaped tiger kings on the left and right cheeks, which is worse than his father, but he is still the strongest warrior among the tigers.

Faced with such a tiger king who is gradually becoming a vulture, Yale came out with the determination to break the wreck, unconsciously... feeling the pressure.

Yale will not think about retreating. He gritted his teeth fiercely and said firmly: "King, we should not continue this war."

The King Tiger sitting in the high-back chair looked at him calmly without speaking.

Yale's anger was ignited again, and he took a step forward excitedly: "King!"

The Tiger King still didn't speak, his hands clenched slightly in front of him.

"Yale, you go."

Yale thought he had heard it wrong and stood in amazement for a while before opening his mouth in shock: "King?!"

"If you think I am a sinner of the Tigers, then you can go." The Tiger King said calmly, "Bring the people who are willing to follow you, rush out of the Nubian ring road and leave from the west of the dark forest."

"?!"

"The Tigers will not turn their backs on the battlefield again!" The Tiger King suddenly raised his tone, his eyes wide open, "Escape from the battlefield? Is the humiliation experienced by our ancestors not enough! You get out! You **** who has turned away from the glory of the Tigers get out!"

Yale was furious and repressed hard, staring back at King Tiger coldly.

"Go!" Tiger King yelled again.

Yale closed his eyes and took a deep breath, rushing forward violently, knocking down the tiger king sitting in his chair.

"Have you regretted it?! Wang! Do you regret the life of so many soldiers!"

"shut up!"

The bursting wind blade pulled Yale away, and the Tiger King stood on the back of the fallen chair, raised with one hand, and the violent wind gathered above his palm.

"Roar--!!"

Yale roared and rushed forward with the wind.

The Tiger King threw the dangerous wind that gathered in a ball into the front of Yale.

"boom--!!"

"Wow--!!!"

With two loud noises, I heard that I was rushed to the Duty Warrior Center outside the king's account.

Kun looked at Wang Zhang nervously, but only sighed.

In the king's tent, it was a mess all of a sudden.

Yale gasped on the ground, with several wind blade incisions in front of him, slowly slowing the bleeding.

King Tiger stood beside his chair, his face somber and unharmed.

Only the strongest Tiger fighters are eligible to be kings of tigers and to take over the lineage. Yale, with only four golden black tiger-like markings, is not an opponent of the Tiger King.

King Tiger took a few steps and looked down at Yale who couldn't climb.

Yale stared at him fiercely.

After a moment of silence, the Tiger King spoke again: "Come on, take the people you can take away. You can go to the Western Continent or the Southern Continent... with the shame of betraying the glory of the Tigers, like a humble bug Live like that."

Yale vomited **** foam, and said fiercely: "It's not enough for you to have so many people dead. Do you want to fill in more lives?"

The Tiger King didn't fight back this time, just looked at him coldly.

Yale shouted out of control: "If I don't agree? Are you going to fill in all the tribes?! You are the king! King of the Tigers, what do you think of the Tigers?"

The tiger king's face was fierce: "You... idiot!"

"If this is the case, you still have to tell yourself-the Tigers shouldn't have come to such a point, isn't it all your lucky mistake?! You help the Beast Emperor, remove the Marshal of the Empire for him, and don't hesitate to use the return The lies of the Far East deceived all the clan, and the end was that the Tiger clan was sold to the Dark Elves by the Beast Emperor!"

"You believe that hateful black bear, but you have to pay the price for the entire Tiger family!"

"To shut up!"

Yale twisted a smile and said in a hateful way: "Don’t deceive yourself anymore, King Tiger, what else is the glory of the tiger clan, for the beast emperor and the dark elf mother, we and the cat clan warriors that you forced to battle What's the difference? What is the difference between the knife in someone's hand and the dog held by someone else?!"

"shut up!"

"boom--!!"

The sudden hurricane blew the huge king’s tent, and stood in anxiety outside the king’s tent, looking with horror at a dazzling blood stain on the white tarp.

Inside the tent, Yale clutched the grim wound on his left shoulder and smiled miserably at the tiger king.

"Did you toss the mess and expect to leave it to others to solve it? You are the strongest warrior of the Tigers, and I am not, you actually expect me to keep the fire for the Tigers? The king of the Tigers is so unspiring and lame goods!"

The angry Tiger King looked blank for a moment.

Immediately, he no longer pretended to be angry, but as if suddenly ten years old, the whole person's spirit, energy, and gods instantly languished.

He looked at Yale calmly, the pair of golden vertical pupils that always shone with light, and seemed like standing water at the moment.

After a moment of silence, the Tiger King opened his mouth. Like an old man who was prematurely aging, he said in a pleading tone that he had to bow his head to the younger generation, and he was embarrassed: "Among the four major accounts, you are the last old man. Warrior. Take the heritage, Yale, take as many people as you can..."

"you--"

"I can't go." The Tiger King exhaled lightly. "The'Law of Language' contract is tied to me."

"You, are you crazy!" Yale roared angrily and anxiously, "As the king of the tiger clan, did you actually make a legal contract with the beast emperor?!"

"Without the "Law of Language" contract, do you think that the Tigers can have someone alive to come to the land of curse?" The Tiger King smiled self-deprecatingly.

Yale was dumb for a moment.

Since he took over the position of the dead account, he has finally been able to touch things that he couldn't touch before — or he is finally qualified to raise his head and look at the huge and terrible dark cloud covering the tigers' head.

"The Marshal Empire's magic silver ordnance was provided by the Snow Elves." The Tiger King said indifferently, "The Snow Elves support the Marshal Empire for the same reason as the acceptance of us'exiles'."

"If it hadn't been for the Snow Elves to secretly intervene in the empire affairs, why did you think that the Beast Emperor would have launched a strong war and hit the Ice and Snow King City?"

"That time, the Marshal of the Empire was not exposed, so... the Beast Emperor would be willing to accept my dedication."

"When the Marshal of the Empire was cut off from the head of the imperial capital, the Snow Elves lived their lives casually."

The Tiger King smiled sarcastically: "A contest between the Elven King and the Beast Emperor, who in the northern continent is eligible to choose whether to be involved?" After a pause, the Tiger King raised his finger and pointed to the top of his head. You can only see the black cloud above your head, and I have been watching it for decades."

Yale was pale, and his lips were slightly trembling.

Whether it is to continue to be a kitten in captivity in the backyard, which does not allow fangs and claws, and life and death are destined to fate, or to resist and fight hard, this is an easy multiple choice question.

The tiger king chose the beast emperor, and now it seems that he is really stupid to get home-but if Yale is in the position of the tiger king at that time, Yale does not think he can handle how beautiful.

After all... No one knows better than the Tigers, how defiant of the demi-gods who declared that "the land of curse prohibits disputes"!

Fifty years ago, the blood stained on the ground of the Tiger King's court has not completely disappeared!

Looking at Yale's upheaval, King Tiger smiled again self-deprecatingly: "If the clan of the human race falls into the clouds, it will be a destiny that anyone can step on. The tiger clan..."

After a pause, the King Tiger did not continue this topic, and instead said: "I have reserved a part of the materials given by the dark elves in the west of the dark forest. You... out of the underground world, walk to the southwest of the Spark Plain, and go to the jungle. China, don’t look back and never come to the North Continent again."

Yale suddenly raised his head and looked at King Tiger in horror.

Actually set aside materials-The Tiger King has long decided to let some people "flee"? !

"Right." The Tiger King laughed suddenly. "Those Snow Werewolves seem to be doing well. If there is a chance, send people to the human world to contact those Snow Werewolves and tell them-the inheritance of the Snow Wolf Clan is in the hands of the Beast Emperor. ."

Yale walked out of the king's tent in a trance, until he faced the concern of his old friend Kun, he suddenly recovered.

"Kun, you... king..."

Kun smiled and shook his head slightly and firmly against Yale.

Yale felt a blocked throat.

Kun took Yale's shoulders and sent him out. When he said goodbye, he whispered in his ear: "Someone must stay, Yale, and it's time for the warriors of the king's account to do the right thing."

Yale wanted to say something but couldn't say a word.

When the Tigers were forced to withdraw from the Far East, they sacrificed all the soldiers of the Snow Wolf and most of the cat wizards.

The inheritance of the snow wolf clan is extinct, and the cat clan mage is also extinct.

Nowadays, when the Tigers must end up seeking survival, the Tigers must also sacrifice themselves.

Kun sent away his old friend, returned to the king's tent, and quietly settled in with the other two accountants.

The Tiger King raised his chair and sat on it, watching the ornament on the screen silently.

"Wang...Why did you choose Yale?" Kun Shi was a little curious, and he couldn't help asking when the accounts were almost packed and the other two middle accounts left.

The Tiger King did not answer him.

When Kun left, the Tiger King whispered: "While betraying the glory of the Tiger clan must also save the life of the clan. Without such consciousness, how can the Tiger clan be continued."

Five days later.

The news that most of the tiger fighters had defected was returned to the dungeon, and even Mumu, who runs a food store, heard the news.

"Really, the Tigers ran away?" Mumu looked at the dark elf guests waiting for the powder in surprise.

"Yeah, only Tiger King and King Led are left, and the other three big tents ran away while fighting." A dark elf warrior looked disgusted.

"It's still the strongest race below the Dragon Race of the Beast Emperor. Even his own king can be abandoned, which is ridiculous." Another dark elf warrior echoed.

"Is this so?" Mumu was particularly curious. "What about their Tiger King?"

"What else can we do, the remaining people continue to stick to the Nubian frontline."

"That's right, where can I draw people to chase those guys now."

"It's too bad. Fortunately, the other two battlefields didn't show such shameful things. Otherwise, would the west side of the mine be taken away by those black iron dwarves."

"I hope that the Dwarf King will stop signing for the time being. It was so annoying that many tigers died when he came here last time."

Mumu listened carefully to the two dark elves in a pure face, and the preparation of hot and sour powder was twice slower than usual...

That night, after the food shop closed, Mu Mu immediately wrote the news he heard during the day and sent people back to the tribe overnight.

Another day later, Xiao Yun learned of this major event.

"That group of tigers' brains are finally hot?"

This was Xiao Yun's first reaction when he saw the letter.

"Why is the word Mumu getting worse and worse? Negative points!"

This is the second reaction.

"They actually left the Tiger King?" Mr. Sean looked puzzled.

The true secret event, Mr. Sean is one of the few right participants... and the other is Primo wandering in the orc empire.

These two old men were dead shortly anyway, and as a human race, it is impossible for them to have any sense of belonging to the elves, the orc empire, and the dwarf king, so Xiao Yun needs to hide the things of Bark and Evelyn. they.

"The tiger king is estimated to be unable to leave, there may be a lifeline that is pinched in the hand of the beast emperor." Xiao Yun was not very puzzled about this, "The old Yin than the tiger clan to use the sword, do not pinch others. How can I be assured of my lifeline. Although the Tigers' abandonment of the handsome guard is a bit embarrassing, they can leave seeds anyway, so as not to drag the dwarves and dark elves to the dead race to wipe out the seeds...On that point of population, what is the battle of consumption with others? , The brain has a bag."

Even if Xiao Yun had never fought a war, he would have learned history anyway.

The thing of war is the most uncontrollable thing. The history of war on the earth has reiterated the truth of NN times-not to mention anything else, how many countries have been covered in blood by the imperial cemetery?

It seems that the Sufen war (the famous winter war) that "a wave of A has won steadily in the past", and the Soviet Union, which has an absolute strength, won that tragedy, really don’t mention...

The absolute strength of the military may encounter a headwind. The military (population) is N times less than others. It is also special to take the life to fill the pit of the war of consumption. Isn’t it poisonous?

Don’t say anything, I’m strong, the enemy is naughty, this wave has a lot of advantages, and a small population and a thin base are the original sins, unless you’re super-offwind, otherwise don’t be lucky to think about turning against the sky; The people who said didn't believe it, otherwise, why did the Manchus madly abandon the martial arts during the rule of the Qing Dynasty, and restrict the Han army crazy?

In short... Xiao Yun, who was killed by thousands of tribes on the battlefield, is not going to do it--stabilize development, don't wave!

Mr. Sean thought for a while, this is the reason: "It should be so, the Ivory Tower (Spellcaster Association Headquarters) records that the Tiger Beast Emperor period even the Snow Elves must withdraw by three points, and no one on the North Continent wants to see the renewed prosperity. The tigers that got up."

"I've heard Tim say before, and the alchemist also pretty much blew this tiger beast emperor. Isn't the demigods longevity, like the dragons, how did the demigods of the tigers die?" Xiao Cloud curiously.

Mr. Sean looked quizzically: "Uh, it is said that... that Demon Run went to fight with the Demon King, came back with his body wounded, and then..."

Xiao Yun: "..."

This Nima, really a brave man, died of fighting.

"Come on..." Xiao Yun put the letter away and put it in a file bag to seal it. "Mr. Shaun, please help me contact the Spellcaster Association to find the whereabouts of the defecting tigers. If you can, please contact me."

Mr. Sean thought about it and shook his head: "The Tigers can't go back to the grassland, Ayun."

Xiao Yun smiled: "If they want to return, then I don't want to go to them. The girls are exhausted. If we go back to the grassland, we wouldn't blame us if we didn't come to grab it."

"Uh……"

"Before the elven king and the beast emperor pinch out a victory, our northern continent's character is best not to appear. Otherwise, either by this one or by that one. Unless they pinch out the winner Well, the winner has a calm heart. At that time, even a little more conspicuous will not hinder it. Now, it is still forgotten." Xiao Yun said, "The Tigers, as you said, is our brightest star in the northern continent... …Is about to fall to the ground."

Mr. Sean: "..."

Xiao Yun’s words were like this every time, which made Mr. Sean feel reasonable, and the wording always made Mr. Sean uncomfortable and panicked.

For the Tigers, Xiao Yun’s views are the same as those of Mr. Shawn, and the girls are not as good as the chicken’s phoenix...

The ancestors had been glorious, stubborn, and bad luck, so all the new and old accounts must be counted together, and it is particularly difficult to think about it.

To make an inappropriate analogy: If the United States is strong and the Indians can have a voice and global influence similar to the Jews, then the end of the United States is worse than the heads of state who have done similar things to the Jews... Indians are much more ruthless than Jews)

If you die, you will be resurrected repeatedly in entertainment works, repeatedly whip corpses, 10,000 JIOs stepped on by people all over the world.

But the United States is still a beacon of freedom, not as scum as the heads of state, and the Indians have not been mixed into the ranks of the Jews... so the people of the world have also followed the amnesia, forgetting this butcher who has engaged in **** genocide.

You have to say that there is no difference between the two.

"So what are you going to do with them?" Mr. Sean asked.

"Give a way to live and form a good relationship." Xiao Yunli straightened, "We now need more and more fighting tree latex. This kind of thing is impossible for the human race to breed. The species is to kill. The cat family goes to breed. It’s easy to get injured, and others are busy, so they can only let Ayi grow them. The tigers have a thick skin and thick skin, so it’s just right to make things."

Children are right and wrong, adults only look at the use value~!

Mr. Sean opened his mouth in shock: "You, you... when did you start this idea?"

"Last time I asked Elder Gusta to go to the battle tree shed to confirm that the snake race was not wrong with this bad luck." Xiao Yun said straightly.

Mr. Sean: "..."

"I heard that the bear clan is also particularly resistant to beating, but unfortunately, the bear clan is the basic dish of the beast emperor." Xiao Yun still sighed.

Mr. Sean: "..."

Sending Mr. Shaun with a pained face away, Xiao Yun turned around and immediately rubbed his hands in a flies: "The Nima Tigers can be considered to be crippled themselves, and they can gather cats in the grasslands~"

A month later.

When the snow-capped grasslands on the grassland and the unbounded dense forest at the junction of the western and southern continents are still warm (unmistakably), the Tigers in exile who came here through the Sparks Plain and were trapped and weary encountered two people who came to find them Conversant human caster.

In the era when the Tigers had a prairie king's court, there were many human visitors in the king's court. Yale, who led the three big tents to "flee", was not surprised. He stepped forward to talk to the two human casters.

Yale froze when he heard that the two human clerks were looking for them specifically.

When the two human masters took out the letter from the Snow Wolf family (written by Shawn) and handed it over, Yale forgot to take it for a moment...

In the letter, the Snow Wolf tribe first recalled the two deep feelings of the two peoples since ancient times, expressed deep condolences to the Tiger tribe, and then warmly invited the Tiger tribe to plant a battle tree and take fruit stems for the Snow Wolf tribe. Ye exchanged food supplies with the Snow Wolf.

Yale read a numb face and raised his head to look at the two human masters.

The human caster signaled Yale to continue looking down.

So Yale endured the curse of his mother and continued to read the letter (he thought the Snow Werewolves were flirting with their Tigers), and Yale was really stunned (not angry) until he saw the last paragraph.

The Snow Wolf tribe stated that they could advance the food materials used to exchange the stems and leaves of the fighting tree. After the Tiger tribe stabilized, they could send personnel through the Bolton territory of the Cronin Kingdom to the Valentin Robbins knight leader to collect.

Yale: "..."

Looking back at the few carts of food left in his team, Yale found that he could not refuse.