NFBE Chapter 337: Battle between Semi-Saints
Chapter 337: Battle between Semi-Saints
It only took a breath of time from the time the mad wolf launched the attack to the time he was injured.
Before Tietou and the other leaders could react, the incident had already happened.
When they arrived at the Mad Wolf's side, the snow-white Frost Spirit had already embraced the Mad Wolf's unconscious body.
The iconic white robes of the Snow Mountain Tribe were already soaked with blood.
The mysophobic Frost Spirit didn't care at all. She quickly took out a pill and stuffed it into the mad wolf's mouth.
Then she glared at the "sleeping" elder on the altar.
"Old thing, you owe my mother-in-law and me, I will come and settle the score with you in person later."
As he said this, he threw the mad wolf's body in front of the great elder.
At this time, the Great Elder had already opened his eyes. Facing Frost Spirit's angry words, he was not angry at all. Instead, he caught the Mad Wolf with a smile.
Seeing the great elder smile, Shuang Ling snorted coldly and focused all her attention on the brown-haired old wolf.
During these three months, Frost Spirit has stabilized his power as a semi-saint.
It was also because of this that she understood how big the gap was between a semi-saint and a legend.
Although the Snow Mountain Tribe does not care about the worldly affairs of the orcs, it is also a wolf tribe after all.
The legendary werewolves in the wolf clan are all under the attention of their Snow Mountain Tribe.
Especially those above the mid-level legendary level, these are the most likely to break through to the saint realm.
It is the true peak combat power of the wolf clan.
However, this old brown-haired wolf with the strength of a semi-saint is not in the records of the Snow Mountain Tribe.
A semi-saint cannot appear out of thin air.
Orcs admire the strong, and often before becoming a semi-saint, he will be famous in various tribes.
This old brown-haired wolf has been hiding his strength and his mind is so deep and terrifying.
"who are you?"
"There are no werewolves with pure brown hair in the wolf tribe."
The Frost Spirit was fully armed and on guard.
"who am I?"
"Haha... couldn't you see that blow just now?"
Facing the Half-Saint of Snow Mountain, the brown-haired old wolf was not afraid at all.
Frost Spirit recalled the blood claw attack that she had not been able to stop when she rushed over, and her pupils suddenly contracted.
"Are you the Blood Claw royal family of the Wolf Clan?"
Frost Spirit's voice startled the several wolf leaders guarding the Mad Wolf.
"Brown hair."
"Blood claw mark."
"He is the old Wolf King's younger brother, Prince of Fertile Land."
"Didn't he die fifty years ago?"
Tietou and the others saw shock in each other's eyes.
But the orcs were even more shocked. They suddenly realized that the wolf tribe really had four saints living under one roof.
The four saints are from a fighting race.
Among the orcs, few tribes can match such a wolf tribe.
The orcs from other tribes who came to visit the Wolf King's Hall used the tribe's magic communication items to quickly pass the news back.
Many people even gloat over other people's misfortune.
One of the three semi-saints has already fallen, and the remaining two are bound to fight.
Win or lose.
The wolf tribe has lost two semi-saints, which makes the other tribes feel much more at ease.
I also hope the battle starts soon.
As if knowing that everyone was impatient, Frost Spirit suddenly launched an attack.
The fierce icy fighting spirit swept across the sky, and the old brown-haired wolf called the Prince of Fertile Soil also changed its shape.
The two claws waved continuously, and several huge blood-red claw marks collided with the frosty fighting spirit.
The speed of both sides was so fast that ordinary orcs could only see two beams of light colliding continuously.
Tietou and his companions could only barely see the fighting moves.
Baimao shrank his neck, feeling a lingering fear.
He has already reached the threshold of advanced legend and has seen more than other commanders.
"It's terrifying. If we were to face him, we probably wouldn't be able to survive even one move."
"Yes, this is only a half-saint. How terrifying would it be if it were a true saint?"
"They are both semi-saints, and I don't know who is stronger."
Several commanders turned their gazes to the wolf clan elder behind them.
The Great Elder still maintained that smile, watching the battle in the sky with interest, talking to himself.
"This little fellow, Wo Tu, is using the orthodox martial arts of the Blood Claw royal family. His combat power has increased by at least 30%."
"Shuang Ling, this little girl, has inherited the true teachings of her mother-in-law. She has a solid foundation, and her frost fighting spirit is extremely stable."
"The two are at about the same level, but Wo Tu is too old."
When the Great Elder said this, Prince Fertile Soil had one arm frozen by Frost Spirit's icy fighting spirit.
The two separated quickly.
Frost Spirit's clothes were still fluttering, and there was no damage on her white robe except for the bloodstains left on the mad wolf.
She stood up with her sword in hand, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid.
The ice on Wo Tu's arm was shattered, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Ha ha……"
"I never thought that the Snow Mountain Tribe, who claim to serve the Beast God for life, would also be tempted by worldly love."
Hearing this, Shuang Ling immediately retorted, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Her breathing became more rapid.
The orcs watching the battle were a little confused.
"Is he saying that the Snow Mountain Half Saint is aroused? Who does she like then?"
"Is there any need to guess? Of course it's our new Wolf King!"
"Yes, that's right. If I get beaten up, my wife will do the same when she fights with others."
"Go away, you coward, you still need your wife to help you."
"Don't talk about me. Didn't His Majesty the Wolf King also receive help from the Snow Mountain Half Saint?"
……
The Great Elder continued to smile when he heard what everyone said.
The Tietou and others around him were no longer calm.
They remembered what they had done during the previous Wolf King election.
"Could it be that night that the Wolf King conquered her..." Baimao whispered quietly into Tietou's ear.
As he spoke, Baimao felt cold all over. Then he noticed Frost Spirit staring at him and stopped talking abruptly.
Baimao, Tietou and the other planners tacitly hid behind the Great Elder and did not dare to look at Shuang Ling.
If the Snow Mountain Half Saint gets angry, they won’t even know how they died.
"It's time for you, the real boss, to wake up."
Suddenly, the Great Elder patted the unconscious Mad Wolf, and then the Mad Wolf's eyelids moved a few times and he opened his eyes.
Seeing this, Tietou and his men surrounded them.
"Wolf King, you're finally awake, otherwise we would be in trouble."
You can't just enjoy yourself while we old guys take the blame.
The mad wolf bared his teeth, and the pain and itching on his back made him clear his mind a little.
"Don't worry, Shuang Ling gave you the holy medicine of the Snow Mountain Tribe, and the wound on your back is healing."
The Great Elder smiled and said, "That girl has a surprise for you!"
"surprise?"
Mad Wolf was confused by the words of the Great Elder.
But he still looked at the white figure in the distance.
It's really her.
When Shuang Ling saw the Mad Wolf looking over, she immediately avoided his gaze and said to Prince Fertile Earth, "As a Blood Claw royal from the Wolf Clan, it's not easy for you to advance to the semi-saint level."
"As long as you give up your rebellion, my Snow Mountain Tribe can guarantee that you will not be held accountable for your mistakes."
"Fault?" Wo Tu pinched his still-cold arm, a look of sarcasm on his face. "The Wolf King should have been mine fifty years ago."
"I'm just here to take back what's mine. What have I done wrong?"
Shuang Ling frowned. She had also read about the incident fifty years ago in the animal skin books of the Snow Mountain Tribe.
The record was brief and she had no idea what had happened.
Just as Shuang Ling was thinking about this persuasion, Fertile Soil spoke again.
"You are indeed very strong, but when a wolf is pregnant, she cannot use her full strength."
Upon hearing this, Shuang Ling's face turned pale.
Before the mad wolf could react, the great elder beside him said slowly, "Your Majesty the Wolf King, that is your child."
"My child?" Mad Wolf widened his eyes and raised his voice a few notches.