Chapter 90 90. You will call me the Immortal Wind Wolf Division. There were three successors who wanted to inherit the entire Wind Wolf Division, and they even went to the extent of going to war with the other two successors to do so.
They never imagined that they would sit down with the other two heirs one day. After all, even blood relatives could not stand in the way of the struggle for power.
In fact, there were not only three successors at the beginning, but now there are only three left.
Due to Mo Hao's madness and the hostility of all forces towards Mo Hao, the heir of life and death was determined at this meeting, and they sat at the same table to discuss.
Based on past hatred, it was obvious that nothing meaningful could be discussed in this discussion.
The heirs naturally have hatred for Mo Hao, because Mo Hao's continuous slaughter and recruitment of the Wind Wolf tribe is tantamount to actually robbing their population.
But when it comes to the relationship between other heirs, it is also based on hatred, and they all want to kill each other and then quickly.
In other words, if they can make a wish to an unknown god, then the first wish must be for the other two heirs to die together with Mo Hao.
With such hatred that they would like to kill each other on the spot, there is naturally little possibility for the three heirs to come to an agreement.
And just when they were in a stalemate, and even planned to consume the other party's patience, causing Mo Hao to cause greater losses and force the other party to make concessions...
Mo Hao had already reached the headquarters of their Wind Wolf Division.
Without any hesitation, or even stopping, Mo Hao directly gave the order to surround all the cavalry.
"Surround the escape route for me, don't let anyone escape."
His eyes were dyed red, and a murderous aura rose up all over his body. You could vaguely see a ferocious white tiger grinding its teeth and sucking blood.
This fierce tiger pounced directly into the wolves and killed countless wolves in an instant.
Fang Tian's painted halberd, which was eight feet long, gave Mo Hao enough attack range. At the same time, the cold light on the tip of the halberd shone with a green light, which was the blood light of countless people who had been killed and could not fade away.
How many people had Mo Hao killed since he led his troops out of Qingshi City?
Even he didn't bother to calculate it himself. When he saw the non-human race at first, he planned to have a good exchange, but it turned out that these guys almost all put humans on the diet.
Seeing him talk so arrogantly is not a friendly discussion, but a preemptive attempt to take him down.
After encountering such things several times, Mo Hao became very conscious of encountering guys who didn't look like humans. He would kill them first. Those who surrendered and accepted the recruitment could avoid death, and those who refused to be recruited would be killed later.
Seeing Mo Hao charging into the enemy camp again, several students on the side reined in their horses and couldn't help but sigh, "How many times has this happened?"
"I don't know. He rushes to the front every time and then cuts through the opponent's formation."
"You should ask him when he didn't charge."
Several students are not responsible for charging and fighting. Their main responsibility is to record and distribute.
[Dragon Flag] can record the number of kills of all recruited soldiers, and these students are quartermasters who specialize in awarding rewards to their soldiers.
The harvest after each battle will be sent to them, and these people will calculate the value and then distribute it according to merit.
Mo Hao, the other person, is not worried. The only ones who can be reassured are the candidates who are also taking the college entrance examination. The reason is very simple, because the gold and silver in this Taixu Realm are of no special use to them.
If it had been anyone else, with his shoddy leadership and logistics, he might have been able to collude with outsiders and take away half of the stuff without even realizing it.
Therefore, it is enough to replace him with someone who can make him feel at ease, even if it is only for a short period of time, so that he can launch a destructive charge unscrupulously.
"Hahahahaha, let me kill you all!!!"
The desire for destruction filled his whole body, and Mo Hao's whole body turned into a bloody tornado. Wherever it passed, there were stumps of limbs and broken arms, and no one was screaming.
Because they all had no right to scream, they all died cleanly.
Moreover, Mo Hao's advancing route was straight and without any bends, and he went straight towards the camp. The monstrous aura was like a fierce tiger rushing towards them.
The three heirs realized at this time that death was approaching them, and their intention was very clear to take their lives.
The youngest heir immediately shouted, "He is coming to kill me, I have to leave."
"You can't run away." Nuzhan, the oldest and most powerful among the heirs, said in a deep voice, "Don't you see? This man killed all the leading wolves and then let the other wolf pups be under his control. He wanted to To be the wolf king."
"What is the most important thing in fighting for the Wolf King? Kill all the contenders, and the other wolves can live, but you and I will definitely die and will never escape."
Nuzan's reminder immediately made the other two heirs react. The current situation made no sense, and the other party could not tolerate their surrender.
Immediately, the two of them looked at Nuzhan together, "That man is extremely ferocious, and only the Greedy Wolf Armor can compete with him."
"The Greedy Wolf Armor requires the wolf blood of the tribe leader to be opened. We each contribute half of the wolf blood to replace it. If you can win, we will respect you as the wolf master of the Wind Wolf tribe."
"good."
There was no thought of trying to use words to try and wear down their patience before, because the three heirs knew very well that if they didn't do something, they would be dead in just one stick of incense at most.
At the same time, the Wolf Lord's golden tent will also be overthrown and trampled into the mud.
Mo Hao, who was killing vigorously, slaughtered wantonly, and suddenly felt a powerful momentum. Fang Tian's painted halberd suddenly struck in his hand. Feeling the force coming back from the weapon, he was a little surprised, "Extraordinary?"
The force of this blow was comparable to that of Tie Yixiong back then.
The one who swung this attack was a wolf demon dressed in black and covered with black armor.
That black armor somehow exuded an aura of incomparable greed.
Even from a distance, Mo Hao felt as if he was being stared at by a pack of hungry wolves.
"I am the Wolf Lord of the Wind Wolf Tribe, of the Golden Tent's bloodline, and the alpha wolf has come to declare my name."
At this moment, Nuzhan already regarded Mo Hao as the leader of another group of wolves.
This view cannot be wrong, it is even completely consistent, because Mo Hao is here to compete for the wolf cavalry of the Wind Wolf Division.
"Golden Account? So that's how you set it up."
"Then you will call me Changshengtian!!!"
Fang Tian's painted halberd carried infinite power when he waved it. Even though Nu Zhan put on Greed Wolf Armor and every move he made carried the power of Greed Wolf, he still couldn't resist it.
Nu Zhan, who was wearing Greedy Wolf Armor, might have been stronger than Tie Yixiong back then, but at this moment, Mo Hao was far beyond that back then.
So there is only one ending for Nuzan...
"die!"
Fang Tian's painted halberd directly pierced the unprotected neck, and with a twist of his wrist, the blade cut off Nu Zhan's head.
Holding high the heads of enemy generals, tigers roared in the mountains and forests, shaking all beasts.
"The enemy general is beheaded!"
Thanks to [Ghost Death Talent] for the reward.
(End of this chapter)