Eastern Wilderness Mountain Range, Howling Moon Valley.
Although Howling Moon Valley was called a valley, it was actually a huge basin surrounded by mountains. The Golden Wolf people had built a temple to worship the Heavenly Wolf God on the northernmost peak.
At this moment, the owner of Howling Moon Valley, Wanyan Feng, the leader of the Golden Wolf people, was standing on the altar of the temple, looking down at Howling Moon Valley under his feet. His dark green eyes were filled with worry.
The altar was 15 feet high and was made of huge stones. It was heavy and rough. It was also the tallest building in the temple.
Standing there, one could overlook the entire Howling Moon Valley.
In the center of Howling Moon Valley, there was a large area of wooden buildings that formed a lively residential area.
Surrounding the residential area was a large area of farmland. It was just the beginning of spring, but there were already many low-level Wolf people farming in the fields.
The Golden Wolf people were a branch of the Left Vanguard Banner. They had migrated here hundreds of years ago. After hundreds of years of cultivation, the tribe, which used to have only a few thousand people, now had a total population of more than 100,000.
Of course, there were less than 20,000 Golden Wolf people with real bloodlines. The rest were all low-level Wolf people.
The Wolf people had a clear hierarchy. All the labor was done by the low-level Wolf people. The noble Golden Wolf people were all warriors or mages.
The talent gap between the races also gave the Golden Wolf people a huge advantage. After hundreds of years of accumulation, the Golden Wolf people became more and more powerful, allowing them to control the Howling Moon Valley. No Wolf people could shake their position.
However, a population of 100,000 had reached the limit of Howling Moon Valley. The farmland and the surrounding production could only support so many Wolf people.
Therefore, in the past 100 years, there were many low-level Wolf people who left Howling Moon Valley to find another place to settle down.
Wanyan Feng was very annoyed whenever he thought of this. The Howling Moon Valley was only so big, and the dangerous environment of the Eastern Wilderness Mountains also limited the growth of the population.
Twenty years ago, Wanyan Feng was still ambitious. He wanted to lead the Howling Moon Valley to prosper and develop. He wanted to one day return to the Wolf people's imperial court and leave his name on the Wolf God Tablet.
However, after 20 years as the chief, Wanyan Feng could only barely maintain the size of the Howling Moon Valley's population. He no longer had any ambitions. He just wanted to protect the Howling Moon Valley and pass it on to the next generation.
Among his sons, his favorite was his fourth son, Wanyan Hao. He had a dignified appearance, but had neither ability nor ambition. It was more appropriate to pass on the Howling Moon Valley to him.
Lao Liu, on the other hand, was too hot-tempered. Relying on his martial arts, he always liked to show off. This was something Wanyan Feng didn't like.
For Howling Moon Valley, a mediocre defender was more suitable than a brave pioneer.
However, Lao Liu hadn't returned for more than 20 days, which gave Wanyan Feng a bad feeling.
Although the 200 Golden Wolf people elite warriors were very powerful, if they were unlucky and encountered a powerful demon beast, they might all die.
Usually, the Howling Moon Valley would conduct a large-scale autumn hunt every year to kill fierce beasts and demon beasts to limit their numbers.
This was to obtain food and to prevent too many demon beasts from attracting powerful demon beasts.
After hundreds of years of exploration, the Golden Wolf people had completely grasped the situation within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles. They also knew the territories of several dangerous demon beasts.
These dangerous demon beasts were extremely territorial. Their existence was another line of defense. If other demon beasts invaded, they would be the first to react.
However, the Eastern Wilderness Mountains were vast and boundless. No one knew when danger would appear.
"Woo, woo, woo …" Suddenly, a low horn sounded at the entrance of the Howling Moon Valley.
Wanyan Feng's expression changed slightly. The horn was a warning, which meant that something had happened. He instinctively thought of Wanyan Hao.
When he returned to the Howling Moon Castle halfway up the mountain, his sons and the low-tier Wolf people leaders were already there.
The Howling Moon Castle wasn't very big. The outer perimeter was tall and thick stone walls, and the buildings inside were orderly. Two thousand elite Golden Wolf people warriors were stationed here.
Strictly speaking, this was a military camp. Two thousand elite Golden Wolf people warriors protected Wanyan Feng at all times.
The change of power among the Wolf people was also extremely bloody and violent. Wanyan Feng didn't trust his sons, let alone the other Wolf people.
Wanyan Feng hurried into the spacious hall and sat down on the only throne. He immediately asked, "What happened?"
The low-tier Wolf people leaders lowered their heads, avoiding Wanyan Feng's gaze.
His other sons also had strange expressions, but no one spoke.
After a moment of silence, Wanyan Feng grew impatient. "Xiong 'er, explain the situation."
Wanyan Xiong was his sixth son and also the most violent one.
Hearing his father call his name, Wanyan Xiong said coldly, "Fourth Brother was killed by a human."
Wanyan Xiong was tall and thin, with thin eyebrows and long eyes. His expression was harsh and merciless. He didn't seem sad when he mentioned Wanyan Hao's death.
Wanyan Feng had expected this, but his heart still sank when he heard the bad news. Then, he shouted furiously, "Lowly human, how dare you kill my son! Who did it? "
His thunderous roar reverberated in the hall.
As the only Wolf King of the Howling Moon Valley, Wanyan Feng's prestige was deeply ingrained in everyone's hearts. At this moment, they were all silent. No one was willing to stand out.
"This fellow knows." Wanyan Xiong was already prepared. He waved at the door, gesturing for the guards to let him in.
Feng Huo, who was waiting outside, was still hesitating. The Wolf people guards behind him kicked him in the back. The ferocious force caused Feng Huo to stagger a few steps back. His legs went soft and he almost fell.
Feng Huo had been running for his life for a few days. Hunger and fear had depleted all his strength. That was why he was in such a sorry state.
The other Wolf people didn't know what happened to him. Seeing the human make a fool of himself, all the Wolf people sneered.
In their eyes, the human race was weak and incompetent. They were the lowliest race.
This view had long been ingrained in the hearts of all the Wolf people.
Feng Huo had stayed in the Howling Moon Valley for a period of time and knew that the human race had the lowest status here. The Wolf people could beat and scold them as they pleased. If he wasn't afraid of Gao Zhengyang and wanted to take revenge for his father and sister, he wouldn't have come back.
"Tell my father how my Fourth Brother died." Wanyan Xiong looked askance at Feng Huo and said.
That condescending disdain almost made Feng Huo explode in anger. He used to be the young master of the Storm Division. He was also a rank 3 warrior and had never suffered this kind of humiliation.
However, Feng Huo didn't dare to be presumptuous at this moment. He lowered his head and was about to speak when Wanyan Xiong kicked his leg. "Unruly, kneel down before you speak."
Feng Huo's leg was almost broken. He didn't dare to resist and could only kneel down. "Your Highness, I am the follower of the Fourth Prince."
"Pa!" Wanyan Xiong slapped Feng Huo's face, causing his head to tilt to the side. Blood spurted out from his nose and mouth. Stars flashed before his eyes and half of his face went numb.
Feng Huo was stunned and looked at Wanyan Xiong blankly, not knowing what he meant.
Wanyan Xiong raised his head proudly and didn't even look at Feng Huo. "You lowly humans can only call yourselves slaves."
Feng Huo was enraged and wished he could punch this wolf cub to death. However, he also knew that even if he ate and drank his fill, he wouldn't be Wanyan Xiong's match.
He could only hate Wanyan Xiong in his heart and swallow his anger. He continued, "This slave and the Fourth Prince are lying in ambush at the col outside the Tielin Sect and waiting for Gao Zhengyang …"
Feng Huo was very eloquent and explained the situation in a simple and concise manner. Actually, he didn't know if Wanyan Hao was dead or not, but he knew that Gao Zhengyang had chased after him.
With Gao Zhengyang's style, Wanyan Hao would definitely die. Even if he didn't die, it didn't matter. Anyway, he just had to encourage the Wolf people to send out troops.
Feng Huo hated the Golden Wolf people even more now and couldn't wait for them to fight to the death with Gao Zhengyang. It would be best if they all died together.
Without waiting for Firewind to finish speaking, the crowd of werewolves exploded.
"A lowly human killed a hundred Golden Wolf Tribe warriors in formation! Impossible, absolutely impossible! "
"Nonsense! Are you crazy?!"
"Such a stupid human, what nonsense are you saying!"
"This slave should be dragged out and beheaded …"
Howling Moon Valley had always been the overlord of the surrounding area and had never encountered a strong opponent. From top to bottom, there was a kind of ignorant arrogance.
No one believed that a human could kill 100 elite warriors head-on.
Not to mention a rank 4 warrior, even a rank 6 warrior might not be able to do it. That was a battle formation, not a martial arts competition.
Wanyan Feng, who was sitting on the throne, did not believe it either, but he was much calmer than the other Wolf people. There was no need for this lowly human in front of him to lie. Furthermore, there were other Wolf people warriors who had escaped. The situation would become clear in a day or two.
"All of you, shut up." Wanyan Feng shouted and turned to Feng Huo. "You said that Gao Zhengyang obtained the Divine Soldier, do you have any proof?"
Feng Huo hurriedly said, "Gao Zhengyang can fight 100 alone, that is the best proof."
Wanyan Feng pondered, Feng Huo was right. Without the Divine Soldier, how could that person fight 100 alone!
At this moment, there was another commotion at the door. Wanyan Xiong went out impatiently and quickly brought back a Golden Wolf people covered in blood.
Feng Huo did not know this guy's name, but he knew that he was an expert in Wanyan Hao's guards. He heaved a sigh of relief, this proved that he was telling the truth.
As expected, that Golden Wolf people expert spoke of how terrifying Gao Zhengyang was again.
He was obviously scared out of his wits by Gao Zhengyang, and when he spoke of Gao Zhengyang, he still had a fearful expression.
Feng Huo was secretly pleased, with so many Wolf people as proof, Wanyan Feng would definitely believe it. At that time, with just a little encouragement, Wanyan Feng would be able to lead the army to destroy Gao Zhengyang.
There were at least 10,000 warriors in Howling Moon Valley. Gao Zhengyang could kill 100 warriors, but could he kill 1,000?
Feng Huo did not believe that Gao Zhengyang would not die!
After that Wolf people expert finished speaking, Wanyan Feng asked Feng Huo, "Tell me about Gao Zhengyang in detail."
Feng Huo hurriedly told him everything he knew, and finally said, "The news of the Divine Soldier has not spread yet, Your Highness, we have to take down the Tielin Sect as soon as possible, kill Gao Zhengyang, seize the Divine Soldier, and avenge the Fourth Prince."
"Your suggestion is not bad." Wanyan Feng nodded and praised him.
Feng Huo was even more delighted. He had forgotten about the humiliation just now, and only thought about getting Wanyan Feng's appreciation. Then things would be easier.
"However, you are my son's bodyguard. He is already dead, why are you still alive?"
Wanyan Feng said fiercely, "Break his limbs and throw him into the wolf's den."
Feng Huo was shocked. This group of Wolf people did not follow common sense. They had not even finished their business, and they were already in a hurry to get rid of him.
Wanyan Xiong had already drawn his sword, and the sword light twisted and flashed, striking Feng Huo's shoulders and knees.
He used the bladeless sword as a whip, and the force of the strike easily shattered Feng Huo's bones.
The pain of his broken bones caused Feng Huo to cry out involuntarily.
Wanyan Xiong stepped on his mouth and said indifferently, "Lowly human, your cry is too unpleasant …"
Very quickly, guards came up and dragged Feng Huo away.
The wolf's den was next to Howling Moon Castle, and there were dozens of hungry wolves in a huge open-air cave.
Feng Huo was still alive when he was thrown down. When the hungry wolves saw food, they immediately rushed forward and tore at him.
Feng Huo's mournful cries traveled very far.
In the forest a few hundred meters away from the wolf's den, Gao Zhengyang squatted on a big tree and thought doubtfully, "This voice is a little familiar …"
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