Although the leader of the wolf tribe is usually very ferocious, he can decide the life or death of a rat tomb robber with just a few clicks of his finger.

However, under the impact of the temple explosion and rock collapse, they had broken muscles and bones, internal bleeding, and were seriously injured.

The broken bones of several wolf leaders protruded from the pulpy flesh. Through the shocking wounds, one could even see the trembling internal organs. They were extremely weak.

However, in the face of the dying wolf leader, the vast majority of the rat tomb robbers still did not dare to resist. Instead, they were dominated by their innate fear and allowed the wolf leaders to take whatever they wanted.

The wolf leaders effortlessly took away all the food and water from the survivors.

They also forced the hungry, bruised survivors to desperately dig an escape route to the ground.

The harsh environment and overloaded work have caused the rat tomb robbers to continue to fall.

After the wolf leaders ate up all the food, they turned their attention to the rat tomb robbers.

At first, they just gnawed the flesh and blood on the corpses of rat tomb robbers after they died of exhaustion.

But in order to restore their physical strength and heal their wounds, the wolf leaders urgently need a lot of food. How can just eating dead people be enough?

As a result, their hungry eyes wrapped around the throats of living people.

I don’t know how long it will take for the escape route to be opened.

One more living person will consume one more piece of food.

Turning the living rat-people grave robbers into food will increase your chance of survival by far more than simply doubling it.

What's ridiculous is that the vast majority of rat tomb robbers don't even know how to resist when their master's fangs are pressed against their throats. They are simply more docile than cattle and sheep, as if their master's intestines and stomach are their best.

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The rat tomb robbers who are still alive have empty eyes and expressionless faces when they see their masters looking for various excuses to kill and devour their companions. They are simply more calm and numb than a pig watching another pig being slaughtered.

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There was only one rat tomb robber, staring at the hell-like scene on earth with rage.

In this man-eating survival game, "Jackal" Canus finally embarks on the road to reverse his fate.

He knew that he was alone and no match for the wolf leaders.

Therefore, he used his in-depth understanding of rock structure and his superb excavation skills to play tricks on the escape route, deliberately leading the owners into a trap, and creating a new, more deadly collapse.

The surviving wolf leaders were hit hard again.

The wounds that were already riddled with wounds were made worse.

The limbs of many wolves were smashed to pieces, and they were bitten tightly by the collapsed rocks.

The last bit of power, accompanied by the smelly blood, shot out like a fountain.

"Jackal" Canus took the opportunity to pounce on a "master" and bit his throat with his own mouth.

The incredible scene deeply stimulated the surviving rat tomb robbers.

The joyful and refreshing chewing sound of "Jackal" Canus kept echoing in their minds.

They were stunned for a long time and finally realized a very simple fact.

The lofty master, the clan warriors blessed and protected by ancestral spirits, like gods, will also die.

They will also be bitten to death by dirty, lowly, and weak rat people.

It can also become food.

The most primitive and brutal battle, fought with fangs and claws, immediately broke out deep underground.

Many times, fear is like a piece of tissue paper as thin as cicada wings.

When it is not punctured, the shadow behind the tissue paper is like an invincible monster.

Once you prick it, you will find that the so-called monster is not a big deal and can also become prey.

In this most primitive fierce battle, all the rat tomb robbers except "Jackal" Canus were buried deep underground.

But before they died, they finally tasted half the smelly and half sweet blood of their "masters".

And after they died, they did not fall into the belly of their master, but were able to be buried dignifiedly in the earth.

Ten days later, "Jackal" Canus, alone, successfully dug his way out and crawled back to earth from hell.

All the wolf leaders and rat tomb robbers, as well as the past of "Jackal" Canus, were all annihilated deep in the earth and buried in the dust of history.

When he stumbled down the hillside and rolled into a stream, greedily sucking the water, and through the reflection of the stream, he saw clearly that he had been changed beyond recognition due to the explosion, fighting and being buried alive, a bold idea emerged in his heart.

Since everyone who knows his identity is already dead.

Why does he still have to live with the name of the Rat Clan?

Why can't he pretend to be a certain master, a wolf tomb robber, and start a new destiny?

Grave robbers are a high-risk profession, and life and death are normal events.

Not only do you need to be careful when exploring ancient tombs and temples.

An ancient weapon containing the power of a totem has been unearthed. Whether you use it yourself or trade it, you must be alert.

If you are not careful, you will either be counterattacked by the power of the totem and become unrecognizable, or you will be tricked by the transaction partner and die unexpectedly.

Under such circumstances, tomb robbers will try every means to disguise themselves and change their names, so that no one can easily find out their true identity.

The origins of several wolf tomb robbers that "Jackal" Canus once served are very mysterious, and no one knows their past at all.

Out of caution, he did not impersonate any wolf tomb robber.

Instead, he combined the characteristics of seven or eight wolf tomb robbers to create a brand new identity.

That was the original "corpse-eating dog".

At first, Canus was quite uneasy about being an imposter.

I am afraid that my flaws will be discovered, my reputation will be ruined, and I will die without a burial place.

But he soon discovered that he was worrying too much.

Perhaps no one would have thought that one of the meanest members of the Rat Clan would be so crazy and audacious, daring to pretend to be a member of the extremely noble Golden Clan.

Or maybe there is no essential difference between wolves and rats, nobles and slaves, eagles and maggots.

With the name of "Corpse Dog", Canus gradually became famous among the tomb robbers.

The jackals and tigers in the circle only care about how many good things he can get out of the lost temples and dilapidated ancient tombs.

No one would pry open his lips and carefully observe the shape of his front teeth, which were broken, sharpened, and equipped with sharp braces every day.

After all, sharpening teeth, carving patterns on the tooth surfaces, and decorating them with various gorgeous and sharp braces to show one's martial prowess was originally a very popular aesthetic culture among the Turan orcs.

The only thing that made Kanus dissatisfied was his fake wolf identity, which was still too lowly.

After all, within the territory of the Golden Clan, there are also the Lion Clan and the Tiger Clan who can ride on the neck of the Wolf Clan to dominate and exploit them at will.

And within the wolf clan, as a tomb robber and "corpse-eating dog", he has no identity or status at all.

Whether it is the chiefs of the large wolf tribes, the domineering military leaders, or the nominal wolf king.

They are still the strong men of the liger and tiger tribes.

Anyone can trample him under their feet at will, and anyone can send him into the most dangerous tombs and temples with a slight cough, taking risks that are completely disproportionate to the benefits.

This is something that Canus absolutely cannot stand.

Canus, who has been in the dark and damp underground, among the traps stained with blood and minced meat, for more than ten years, can no longer bear to be used, squeezed, driven, ordered, and enslaved by anyone. He can no longer bear it.

, to be stepped on by anyone.

He wants to climb up, by any means necessary, without any hesitation, he wants to step on the heads of all the wolves, tigers and leopards, and climb to the place closest to the sky, until there is no longer anything between his humble blood and the blazing sun.

as long as there are any obstacles.

This is of course difficult.

But after experiencing the collapse of the temple, fighting and devouring like ghouls, stepping on the corpses of the "masters", climbing up step by step, and finally crawling back to the world from hell.

The rat boy of the past, the "corpse-eating dog" of the present, the "jackal" in the near future, and the "doomsday demon wolf" of the future do not feel that there is any place in this world that he cannot climb;

No one’s head can be stepped on by yourself!

This is the story of the Wolf King.

A thrilling story with twists and turns.

Of course, Meng Chao didn't believe 100% every word the Wolf King said.

After all, no one knows the "Doomsday Demonic Wolf" better than him.

Although the rat boy in the story is full of sympathetic childhood experiences and the difficulties of being forced to fight back.

In the end, the Jedi fought back, fabricated his identity, and the experience of a miraculous counterattack was also amazing.

But Meng Chao didn't believe that the truth would be so simple.

In that fate-changing temple collapse, everyone died, and only the Wolf King survived.

The dead cannot speak.
To be continued...