I seem to be an evil god

"Put down the elder!"

The werewolf warriors immediately raised their claws, and Yatu Yaro waved his hand to stop them. His narrow eyes looked deeply at Zacharias.

"Zacharias, whatever you are talking about has nothing to do with us."

"You said it's not the case?"

"We just ran from the jungle. There are still traces on the road. You can send someone to take a look."

Zacharias glanced at his deputy, who understood and sent his most astute men to check. Not long after, the team members came back and reported:

"Captain, we only found traces in the southwest direction, not in other directions."

Hearing this, Zacharias slowly put down the werewolf elder and grinned.

"One of my team members disappeared mysteriously just now. I accidentally misunderstood everyone. Elder Yatu Yaluo, please come in."

The werewolf elder snorted and walked slowly into the tent. Zacharias followed him in, leaving his deputy to calm everyone down. Thanks to Zacharias' strong attack just now, the members of the Blackwater Adventure Group recovered a little. confidence.

"If anything happens, the leader will keep an eye on it. Let's all go and rest."

In the camp, Zacharias and the werewolf elder sat opposite each other. Zacharias first apologized for the misunderstanding. The werewolf elder didn't waste any time and took out what Zacharias longed for:

A piece of fur from the ancestor of the werewolf tribe, the legendary alien moon wolf Kimos.

As soon as this purple fur was taken out, the alien fur that Zacharias was wearing began to tremble, revealing an undisguised desire. Zacharias licked the corners of his mouth and asked:

"Elder Yatu Yaro, what are you doing?"

"If you want this, I can give it to you, but before midnight, you must take your team members with us to attack humans."

"Is this... right?"

"I only have this one request. If you don't agree to it, I will destroy it."

Yatu Yaro's claws touched the fur. This was just an old piece of skin that had fallen off from a legendary creature. As time went by, it gradually lost its indestructible properties.

"Um"

Zacharias was still hesitating, but there was a sudden noise outside the tent. After a while, the deputy ran in to report.

Motiro went crazy, holding a torch and kept shouting "Something is watching me", and finally ran into the jungle. No one dared to chase him.

Zacharias knitted his brows together and walked out of the tent. The members of the Blackwater Adventure Group began to feel panic again.

Inside the tent, a werewolf warrior glanced outside and laughed softly: "A bunch of cowards are actually afraid of the dark."

"Hey, humans are still so stupid."

"These lowly things have some value when they are reduced to sacrifices."

"Who says it isn't?"

The werewolves laughed in a low voice, and they didn't stop discussing until Yatu Yaro couldn't look away and coughed.

After a while, Zacharias returned to the tent with a tired look. He assured the members one after another and promised a lot of benefits, and then calmed down the panicked men. After returning to the tent, Zacharias had already Some lack of energy.

"Mr. Leader, what are your thoughts?"

Yatu Yaro's long and narrow claws were still touching the wolf's skin, Zacharias gritted his teeth and agreed.

After that, the two sides negotiated the specific time and method of the attack, and finally decided to launch the attack from the southwest of the camp at three in the morning, killing as many sleeping professionals as possible, and retreating when they were completely discovered.

The deal between Zacharias and Yatu Yaro was based on the number of professionals killed by the Blackwater adventure group. The private army and adventurers brought by Lackford totaled almost four hundred people. As long as Blackwater If all members of the adventure group kill 100 wolves in total, the Moon Wolf's fur will belong to Zacharias.

After the negotiation was correct, the two parties signed the agreement, and the werewolves said goodbye.

"See you in Yajiao Basin in five hours."

"See you in Yajiao Basin in five hours."

After signing the agreement, Yatu Yaro returned to the settlement with a group of his men. Lives would probably be lost in tomorrow's raid, and they would spend the last five hours with their families.

Walking through the dark woodland, Yatu Yaro felt a little emotional. He remembered that he had had a conflict with a young werewolf over the issue of human flesh division, and couldn't help but say:

"Tumos, it was my fault last time. Thank you for supporting me."

"Hahaha, elder, you still have time to apologize!"

"Where's Tumos? Tell me you didn't hear me clearly and ask the elder to apologize again!"

The werewolves around were chatting and laughing, but after a few minutes, Tumos' voice still didn't sound.

The werewolves realized something was wrong, and only after they stopped calling names did they confirm that Tumos was missing.

"Damn it! Go back to Blackwater Camp!"

Yatu Yaro's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but suspect that Zacharias had taken Tumos hostage.

"Damn humans!"

"These cunning bastards will sacrifice them all to the Wolf God sooner or later!"

Yatu Yaluo led the team back, because he was worried that he would run very fast and be there soon. He did not pay attention to the repeated scenery that occasionally passed by.

Half an hour later, Yatu Yaro stopped.

They had been away from Blackwater Camp for ten minutes at most, and it was time to arrive anyway.

"Elder, it seems we have been here before."

"Yes, I saw this flower a few minutes ago."

"The paw prints on this tree seem to have been made by me, but that was ten minutes ago."

"Are we lost?"

The werewolves gradually began to panic. As a jungle race, they were the least likely to get lost. Once lost, they would be the most panicked.

Yatu Yaro didn't say anything. He stared at the moss-covered stones at his feet.

He remembered this stone because when he found Tumus missing, he lost his footing and slipped on the moss. At this time, three fresh scratches still existed on the stone under his feet.

Yatu Yaro quietly put his feet on it, and it fit perfectly without any mistakes.

He was shocked and doubtful, but comforted him:

"I looked at the moon phase. Maybe we ran in the wrong direction. The Blackwater Camp should be over here."

Yatu Yaro led the team to run, and one of the werewolves was reminded by him and raised his head to observe the moon. He was the moon priest in the tribe and could identify the direction by stargazing.

‘The constellation of the extreme north, the constellation of the Serpents, the south is three-quarters of the angle between the gods.

While watching, he muttered about astrology knowledge. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. The moon didn't seem to be red, right?

Three minutes later, Yatu Yaro stopped again. They came out of the old forest, but came to a completely unfamiliar place.

"Eric, come and divine the path."

Yatu Yaro called the priest werewolf's name. The latter lowered his head and sat down in confusion, scratched a few random lines in the soil, then raised his arm and pointed to the depths of the jungle.

"Are you sure about this direction?"

Yatu Yaro asked, but the sacrificial werewolf didn't answer and walked in directly.

Yatu Yaro frowned and followed, passing through a wall made of vines, he saw the sacrificial werewolf kneeling on the ground, whispering to a moss-covered stone slab.

As he got closer, he heard what the other party was saying:

"When the stars align, R'lyeh sleeps in the deep sea.

"What's the matter with you? Tumos, break this stone!"

As soon as the words came out, Yatu Yaro noticed his mistake, Tumos had disappeared.

However, a voice came from behind him:

"Yes! Elder."

To be honest, I'm very timid. Thinking about this kind of scenario late at night makes me very nervous.