.,The people on earth are too ferocious.

Be sure that the other party is about to launch a covert operation nearby.

Meng Chao and Bing Storm quietly followed the Wolf King's soldiers.

Although these guys are also experts at lurking and sneak attacks, they keep their footprints clean even when they are running at full speed.

But despite sprinting with all his strength, he still inevitably leaves behind clues.

Like weeds that have been cut by a sickle, the cuts are neat, and they fall down.

Minimal scorch marks in the bushes.

There are also hair-thin wolf hairs hanging on branches and thorns.

All of this, in Meng Chao's eyes, was like shining arrows, guiding them to a long and narrow mountain col.

"careful!"

Meng Chao held Bing Storm's shoulders.

The two of them were like two giant reptiles, dormant and motionless in the bushes.

The winding footsteps of the Wolf King's soldiers ended abruptly here.

The mountains and dense forests ahead were silent.

Only the "rustling" sound came from the mandala tree being blown by the breeze.

The team of Wolf King's soldiers, covered in mud, seemed to have completely melted into the forest and disappeared without a trace.

However, when Meng Chao poured spiritual energy into his eyes, opened up his extraordinary vision, and raised his infrared remote sensing ability to the limit, he launched a 360-degree all-round scan forward.

But under the tangled root system of a mandala tree.

Behind a rock covered with moss, it looked like no one had touched it for hundreds of years.

Inside a group of thorns that are as tense as a hedgehog.

Several groups of human figures with subtle differences in temperature and surrounding environment were scanned.

In fact, the latent abilities of these Wolf King soldiers are already quite proficient.

Their bodies are not only covered with weeds, shrubs, thorns, mud, and even a thin layer of rock crust that looks real.

It also lowers the body temperature of the whole body to 13 to 15 degrees by controlling the blood flow rate and interfering with cell activity.

The difference from the surrounding environment is within two or three degrees at most.

If it had been anyone else, nine out of ten they would have been deceived.

But in the eyes of Meng Chao, a senior ghost assassin who is proficient in "The Art of the Walking Dead" and "The Art of Stinging".

This kind of camouflage is not much different from wearing colorful macaw feathers and dancing in the dense forest.

"One, two, three, there are four more hidden in the swamp over there... The entire team of Wolf King's soldiers were deployed within more than a hundred meters in front and back of this long and narrow mountain col. They were divided into three attack units in total.

Like three sharp blades, they can cut the team passing through the col into four sections at any time without regard to the beginning or the end.

"Judging from the distance between the attack units, the number of targets they want to ambush is not too large, and they are definitely not the remnants of the Big Horn Legion.

"Besides, among the remnants of the Big Horn Legion, the elite ones who have more commanding capabilities and will to resist have been packed away by Red Bear and Mountain Dog and fled southward for hundreds of miles.

"The remaining defeated soldiers are not worthy of the Wolf King's own troops.

"So, who is their target?"

Meng Chao didn't wait for his thoughts to change and he figured it out.

"Tap tap tap tap!"

From the entrance to the north of the col, there were two teams, one behind the other, chasing each other, and galloping towards each other with sparks flying in their steps.

The team in front is about a dozen riders.

The knights in heavy armor were indeed majestic, but all of them were covered in strong blood and fighting spirit, as if there were afterimages of ferocious beasts with teeth and claws hanging above their heads.

The mounts under their crotches were several times larger than the wargs that the wolf cavalry were accustomed to control, and they had extremely sharp horns and tusks, like a combination of a reindeer and a lion.

Although there are only a dozen riders, they are still on the run.

They still displayed the momentum of thousands of troops galloping freely.

Even Meng Chao saw it from a distance, and his eyeballs felt like needle pricks.

Suddenly, I seemed to see a dozen heavy infantry fighting vehicles rumbling forward.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the actual situation of these domineering knights is not as good as their soaring fighting spirit makes them appear.

There were more than a dozen knights, almost all of them were disgraced and injured.

Not only was the originally sophisticated and strong armor shattered into pieces, exposing bloody flesh and even broken bones, it was white and white.

The vital points of many people are also embedded with swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks, and all kinds of formidable heavy weapons.

Meng Chao even saw a thick-backed giant ax embedded deeply into the left shoulder of a knight, smashing the entire left shoulder blade and causing his head to tilt sharply to the right, as if he was carrying a strange weapon.

lantern.

As the mount galloped, the ax handle trembled on his shoulder, and the blood soaked the hair of himself and the cavalry under his crotch, but he had no time to pull out the battle ax. Judging from the severity of the injury, it might be very serious.

It is difficult to pull it out because the ax blade has most likely damaged the heart. The result of pulling it out hastily will be that the last blood spurts out along the flaw in the heart. Even if you have the treatment of the totem armor, you may not be able to continue.

It was so fast, not to mention fighting again with the pursuers behind him and dying together.

Immediately behind this exhausted and desperate team were roughly twice their number the number of pursuers.

The armors of more than thirty pursuers were also covered with shocking traces of the Panchang War. Many of them had broken sharp blades stuck in their limbs, like steel hedgehogs.

Violent bumps, thick blood constantly oozing out.

But overall, their situation is much better than that of the fugitives ahead.

Coupled with the numerical advantage, they are full of confidence to trade injuries for lives, exchange money with each other, and continuously improve their winning rate.

The pace of pursuit is getting faster and faster.

And the mounts under their crotches, although not as exaggerated as those under the fugitives' crotches, were as exaggerated as a behemoth that combined a lion and a reindeer.

But it is like a horse with the characteristics of a tiger, or a tiger with the ability of a war horse to gallop and sprint.

On the golden hair, there are shiny black stripes, like a blazing whip, constantly whipping the air, emitting bursts of fake roars, continuing to torture the souls of escapees and bystanders.

"It's...the Lion Clan and the Tiger Clan!"

Ice Storm's eyes widened.

The iconic mounts on the crotches of the fugitive and the pursuer made her recognize the identities of both parties at a glance.

Subconsciously he glanced at Meng Chao, his eyes full of shock, as if to say: "You guessed it again!"

Meng Chao's face was expressionless, as calm as if he was watching an open-book test with standard answers and got 100 points.

He gestured to Ice Storm to slightly adjust his temperature down a little so that he could blend seamlessly into the surrounding environment and avoid being noticed by the jackals, tigers and leopards below.

Then, the sound waves were condensed into sound lines thinner than a wolf hair, and injected deep into Ice Storm's ear canal:

"Of course it's the Lion Clan and the Tiger Clan, and most likely it's the big shots from the Liger and Tiger Clan, so it's worthy for the most elite Wolf King's soldiers around Canus the Jackal to mobilize troops and set up an ambush here.

"The appearance of these big shots means that something unexpected must have happened in Chijin City.

"As for the specific details, it is best to capture a lion or tiger alive and torture them carefully to know.

“But our activities in the past few days have been quite frequent, which attracted the attention of ‘Jackal’ Canus.

"So, don't rush to take action yet, pay attention to observation, it is best to identify the identity of the big shots among the pursuers and escapees, and also see clearly the intentions of the Wolf King's soldiers!"

In the past few days, Meng Chao and Bing Feng took advantage of the chaos and caught a lot of "tongues."

They are all middle- and lower-level officers above the tenth commander of the Wolf Cavalry.

A large amount of information was pried out from their mouths.

Including the recruitment and reorganization progress of the remnants of the Big Horn Legion, as well as the movements of those who insist on resisting, such as Red Bear and Mountain Dog.

However, with the disappearance of a large number of middle- and lower-level officers.

"Jackal" Canus also developed extremely keen vigilance.

Since last night, several dragnet searches have been launched, causing a lot of trouble for Meng Chao and Ice Storm.

There are three groups of people in front of them, whether they are the lion tribe trying to escape, the tiger tribe struggling to catch up, or the Wolf King's soldiers lurking on both sides of the mountain col, with their mysterious whereabouts and ulterior motives.

They are all masters equipped with a large number of totem armors, and their life magnetic fields are as strong as raging flames.

Even Meng Chao and Ice Storm are not afraid of fighting one or a few of them alone.

After all, the opponent has a large number of people and is approaching menacingly.

It's better to hibernate for a while and see clearly the direction of the wind.

It's too late to say it, but it's soon.

Just when the Lion Clan team was about to rush through the ambush position of the Wolf King's soldiers.

In the center of the team, under the crotch of a burly man wearing a golden cloak who looked like an iron tower, his mount finally couldn't support it and it wailed and fell to the ground.

This strong man's body was extremely muscular, and even a loose and elastic cloak could barely cover his explosive muscles.

It seems that a strong man who is only slightly smaller than the Elephant Warrior will not weigh much less than the Elephant Warrior who often weighs several tons.

Even though the mount under his crotch is as majestic as a biochemical infantry fighting vehicle modulated with genetic technology.

I still can't bear to travel a long distance of at least dozens of miles, always pushing the speed to the limit, and silently bearing the terrifying impact of the owner behind me.

Not to mention that this strong man and his mount are so eye-catching, they are naturally the number one target for the pursuers behind them.

Both the strong man and the mount were covered with barbed arrows and spears with spikes.

Every time it bumped up and down, it felt like it was being chewed up by these little metal-mouthed beasts with tiny teeth.

What's even more terrible is that behind the strong man, on the left side of the spine, there is a spear engraved with gorgeous runes that is still shining deeply inserted.

This spear, as elegant and magnificent as a glass work of art, penetrated directly through the strong man's chest, which was as thick as a city gate. With a narrow gap, it brushed against his heart and protruded from his chest.

On the spear, spiritual energy surged, condensing into beams of arcs and puffs of sparks, constantly stimulating the strong man's heart and spine, making him unable to control his own life magnetic field, and involuntarily, it was mounted on his crotch.
Chapter completed!