Legend of the Wolf King

The Aikag wolf tribe lives in the Alam Plain. The vast land is the hunting ground for werewolves. Every corner is filled with the fast-moving figures of werewolves and their brutal hunting. Not only the animals living on the Alam Plain, but also any other races that enter here may become their hunting targets. Skars Canyon, the northern border entrance of the Alam Plain, is now in a b****y and fiery battle. The 100-meter-wide canyon is full of corpses, including human swordsmen, tall orcs, and more werewolf corpses. Compared with the well-equipped human soldiers wearing fine half-body armor, holding shields and sharp blades, or the orcs who are more than two meters and five meters tall and strong, werewolves do not have much advantage. The battle is not over yet. The strong b****y smell covers the entire canyon, and the shouts of killing are soaring into the sky, like a f*******n place of death. Even the flying birds avoid it from a distance and are unwilling to fly over it. "Ahem!" In a corner, several corpses suddenly turned over, and a thin werewolf crawled out. He looked around blankly with unfocused eyes. The countless corpses made him feel horrified. "What kind of hell is this place? What kind of monsters are these?" Sliger, who is proficient in various academics and integrates Eastern and Western martial arts, is so famous that he is called the "King of Black Boxing", "King of Underground", and "Great Master" in the world's underground black market unlimited fighting. He has few opponents. He is also an out-and-out martial arts fanatic. In order to pursue more powerful strength, he actually uses electric current to stimulate the acupoints and improve his physical fitness to practice martial arts. In the eyes of outsiders, Sliger is a madman, a terrible martial arts madman. I'm afraid no one would have thought that he would die while practicing martial arts. The wire short-circuited and he was electrocuted alive. When his eyes were focused, he finally understood the current situation. Countless memories came to his mind. He was not dead, but was possessed by a werewolf named Sliger. "I never thought I was a fool!" He looked down at his furry wolf claws. His palms were human-like, with rootless fingers that could grasp and hold, but they were much sharper, and the back of his hands was covered with furry gray hair. Although he couldn't see his appearance without a mirror, he was probably the same looking at the werewolf corpses around him. He smiled, revealing his sharp canine teeth. This kind of thing would be enough to scare people to death if it happened to others, but Sliger could still laugh when he stood on a battlefield full of corpses, which undoubtedly deserved his title of "madman". He is really a madman. Speaking of this werewolf named Sliger, his fate is quite tragic. He lost his father at a young age. Before he was born, his father was conscripted into the army and then disappeared. He was probably dead on the battlefield a long time ago. His mother raised him alone. It should be because he didn't have enough nutrition. He was thin since he was a child, often bullied by his peers, and his brain was not working well. He was called a fool by the villagers. Three years ago, the only mother who loved him passed away, and his situation became even more miserable. In the end, he was plotted by the village chief again. Not only was all the property left by his father embezzled, but he was also replaced by the village chief's son to join the army. Because of his weak body, he was a head shorter than a normal werewolf, and he was also bullied in the army. This time he was promoted to the front line and became a member of the cannon fodder army. With his ability, let alone a strong orc, he might not be able to beat even an elite human soldier. As soon as the battle started, he was hit on the head and fainted. Fortunately, he fell in a corner and his body was intact. There were corpses piled up all around, blood flowed like a river, and the air was filled with a strong and disgusting smell of blood. Facing such an environment, even if Slig had fought in the underground black market boxing match before, he had never seen it. After all, that world was already in peacetime. But he not only did not feel uncomfortable at all, but was very adaptable, like a natural warrior. The b****y corpses only made him more excited. I have to admire his thick nerves. "There's a bastard missing there, who's going to kill him!" "I'll do it!" A group of human soldiers and several tall orcs broke through the defense line formed by the werewolves and rushed over here. Halfway through, a warrior wearing half-armor rushed out, holding a heavy sword in both hands. It seemed that he was a two-handed greatswordsman. His body was covered with blood, and the blade of the sword turned red. He rushed towards Slig with a grim smile. "Dirty bastard, die for me!" A b****y smell came to his face. This greatswordsman had killed many people with his hands. With a heavy sword, he was about to cut Slig in half. "Huh? This place is too dangerous." Slig realized that he was now on the battlefield. He seemed to be a werewolf, and at this time, the greatsword in the hand of the human soldier had already slashed towards him. In his previous life, Slig was known as a great master. He didn't like to use weapons, but was good at using his body. Any part of his body was a weapon for killing. As long as he got close to him, the opponent would definitely die. With this movement, he found that his new body was very strong. You know, the body of the fool werewolf he inherited was much worse than that of a normal werewolf. Even so, it was much stronger than the earthlings in his previous life. With the quality of this body, he could directly participate in the Olympics in his previous life, and he could easily defeat four or five strong earthlings. This is still an individual with relatively poor qualifications. He couldn't help but have a great interest in this world. "How is it possible?" Slig rushed forward, scaring the great swordsman. Although the heavy sword in his hand was long, it was not light, and the speed of returning to defense was very slow. If the werewolf got close to him, he couldn't help but doubt whether his leather armor could resist the werewolf's claws. The great swordsman couldn't help but withdraw, trying to distance himself from Slig. In fact, with the speed of the werewolf, the clumsy human swordsman had no time to dodge, but at this moment, Slig's body trembled, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes. "This is, this is Baodan?!" Sliger looked horrified. He was surprised to find that at this moment, as he moved, a stream of heat rose from his body, as if a cyclone was slowly moving in his abdomen, but it felt that the cyclone was not in a good state and could collapse at any time. Even so, Sliger did not expect that this time he would not only travel through time and become a werewolf, but also practice Chinese martial arts for thirty years. He was aware of the golden wind before it moved, and he was unaware of the death of the impermanence. Shenzang's Qi was like a ball, swallowing and spitting out the cold bomb. The Qi of Baodan was also brought over. After being shocked, he was ecstatic.