I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

The Wolf King is the leader of a wolf pack. He is responsible for planning and commanding when hunting, but he may not be at the forefront.

But when a pack of wolves acted during hunting, and whether they attacked, they all looked at the wolf king.

In other words, the most central position is basically the Wolf King.

The reason why Mu Feng wanted to find the Wolf King was to get rid of the Wolf King first, and then the wolves would fall into chaos. Only then would they have a chance.

The so-called "Shoot the man first, shoot the horse, catch the thief first catch the king" is this truth.

But after only one glance, Mu Feng found that he was thinking too much.

The one in front of the pack of wolves is obviously the wolf king.

Because it is obviously bigger than other wolves, and its physique is stronger.

In addition, it was also the first to growl low and ran up to Mu Feng and the others.

The most important thing is that the encircling circle of the wolves is vaguely centered on it, and there are two wolves that look like follow-ups closely following it on the left and right.

"That's it!" Mu Feng whispered, "Mingguang, have you seen the biggest wolf? It's the wolf king!"

"Wolf King?" Mingguang apparently heard this word for the first time, and wanted to look back and ask.

Mu Feng hurriedly drank, "Don't look back! Just listen to me!"

"Don't worry about what the wolf king is, it should be the one who will do it first! Lihu directly knocked it on the nose with a shovel, and you two served directly with a bamboo spear."

"Remember, wait no matter whether you can kill the wolf king or not, even if it is injured, don't leave the people around you and keep this circle!"

Before Mu Feng's words fell, the wolf king rushed forward with a low growl.

Mingguang was already prepared, gave up the bamboo spear, picked up the shovel and threw it at its nose.

At the same time, the two people around him also shot out their guns, piercing the wolf king's neck and eyes from left to right.

The two claws of the wolf king just blocked the Mingguang shovel, and there was a crisp sound, it seemed that something had broken.

As for the other two guns, they were stabbed separately when the wolf king turned his head. One shot to the shoulder and the other to the forehead, which was nothing.

Fortunately, Mingguang was powerful, and he slapped the Wolf King to the ground.

The wolf king made a low neigh, and the three wolves beside him quickly rushed towards Mu Feng and them.

This is the case with wolves hunting. The first few rounds of attacks are all tentative, especially when they find it tricky.

They will use this method to keep teasing their prey, causing the prey to lose patience. Once the prey loses patience, the empty door will be exposed, and then they will take advantage of the void and kill it with one blow.

And Mu Feng's chance was also in the rounds of temptation in front of the wolves.

He noticed that after the Wolf King landed, he just rolled and bowed his head and squinted at them.

At this time, it no longer growls, and seems to have temporarily given up its intention to shoot.

But Mu Feng knows that "dogs that bite don't bark". This is true for dogs, and even more so for wolves of the same kind.

Right now it doesn't roar anymore, but next time it strikes, it will definitely be a thunder blow.

But before that, Mu Feng will give it a fatal blow!

All its eyes are now on Mingguang, because from the previous fight, Mingguang clearly poses the greatest threat to it.

This is what Mu Feng wanted. He focused on this opportunity, holding the bow with one hand, full backhand, and facing the bowstring with his side face, and exhaled: "Middle!"

"Ooooooo"!

A terrible scream came out, and the wolf king, who was still staring at the bright light, suddenly struggled and rolled on the ground, and a pool of blood instantly stained the surrounding grass.

"What's the matter!" someone growled.

And the wolves immediately fell into a commotion—the wolf king’s mad and screaming roar instantly made them lose their backbone, and they took a few steps back subconsciously.

"It's now!" Mu Feng jumped out of the circle, waiting for Mingguang to react, dragging the shovel from his hand, and smashing the nose of the struggling Wolf King with a "sweeping army" on the ground.

The attack was heavy, and only a "pop" was heard, a sound of broken bones sounded, and then the wolf king's roar stopped abruptly.

When everyone went to look again, the Wolf King was already twitching on the ground, the corners of his mouth were full of blood, and he couldn't live anymore.

Mingguang was overjoyed and shouted: "Great Chief——"

Before he could finish yelling, the irritated wolves did not retreat, and went forward again like crazy.

Among them, a few wolves leaped high again, rushing towards Mu Feng and Mingguang behind him.

Mu Feng rolled on the spot, set up a shovel in the air with both hands, slapped a wolf, and shouted at the same time: "Keep the circle, don't move, bamboo spear, big stick wait!"

The people who had received Mu Feng's order were very calm and calmly picked up the bamboo spear and stabbed the wild wolf that was approaching.

The wild wolf is no better than the wolf king, and immediately two wolves were stabbed in the eyes by bamboo spears, and they fell to the ground and wailed.

The other wild wolves lowered their bodies and roared, and might pounce on again at any time.

Mu Feng snorted coldly, holding the shovel in both hands and changing to one-handed. At the same time, he stretched out one hand, touched a handful of blood next to the wolf king who was twitching on the ground, and then wiped it on his face.

Five blood-red fingerprints appeared on his face.

Then Mu Feng turned his face and shouted at the wild wolf who was still waiting for an opportunity on the ground: "Oh oh oh!"

For a time, Mu Feng gave people the feeling of fierceness and wickedness, with an impressive momentum.

The wolves turn around and run...

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