C124 The Wolfman's Future
C124 The Wolfman's Future
"How is that possible, that's Blood Fang and his army! All destroyed? Even Blood Fang is dead? "
The Werewolf clan leader was infuriated. He was so angry that he almost tore down the scouts who had sent the message.
Although the werewolves had a population of over twenty thousand people, only fifteen thousand warriors were able to enter the battlefield.
This battle had reduced the power of the werewolves by a fifth!
Who could bear it!
In addition, Blood Fang was a powerful general of the werewolf race. Losing him meant losing a large amount of combat strength.
"Chief, I never thought that the Feathered Race would not know what's good for them. They wanted to make such a big move right after coming out of the Black Mountain Range. They really don't think much of us Wolves." Patriarch, please give me ten thousand warriors. I'll personally lead the troops to annihilate this group of feathered men! "
A tall, pitch-black werewolf walked over and said.
"Ten thousand people? We'll give you ten thousand men, and we'll only have two thousand warriors left. If Feathered Man took advantage of the situation to sneak in, would you want to kill me?! "
The Werewolf clan leader was enraged, and he became even more furious.
"This method is definitely not feasible. Not to mention the fact that we don't know how many warriors the Feathered Race actually have, just counting the Foxes who betrayed us, they definitely have more than ten thousand people. Moreover, they seem to have the cat people as their partners.
A thin, snow-white werewolf said.
He was the advisor of the werewolves, and the only one who had relied on his IQ to reach his current level.
"Silver Back, according to what you said, that means we can only swallow this resentment. Let those damned birdmen shit on our heads? "
The werewolf leader said angrily.
"Chief, don't be angry. Heaven never bars one's way, and since the situation isn't good for us, we can only look for another way out." For the Feathered Race to dare to openly snatch someone from our hands, it means that they have confidence in their own strength. Furthermore, this battle truly proves that their evaluation of their own strength isn't wrong. "
Silver Back muttered to himself.
"We, the werewolves, have always relied on our teamwork and fighting abilities, as well as the fact that we have more people than any other tribe.
However, our advantage is no longer that obvious in front of the Feathered Race. Thinking about revenge is not our number one goal right now.
After refusing the Feathered Race, they should hold a deep grudge against us. Maybe they are also planning on how to kill us.
If the Feathered Race and the other three Tribes members choose to attack us together, can the remaining twelve thousand warriors save our own lives? "
Silver Back asked the Werewolf clan chief and the other Captains calmly.
"This …"
It wasn't just the other Captains, even the werewolf patriarch frowned in deep thought.
"Silver Back, we are not very good at scheming and scheming. Just tell us what kind of method you have."
The werewolf clan leader looked at him and said.
"Right now, the Feathered Race have already planned to gather all other races. They are probably trying to create an empire for the beastmen just like the Tigers and Lions are doing. They can be called kings themselves.
If that's the case, why don't we join the tiger-man or lion-man groups and borrow their power to protect ourselves and take revenge? "
Silver Back smiled cunningly.