The hunter brought a total of two carriages, each with four iron cages. The carriage that had just been uncovered still had four wolfhounds, and the iron cages on the other carriage were all empty.

The wolf dog was already impatient because of the sound of the bone flute. As soon as the hunter opened the cage door, the wolf dog rushed out of the cage, jumped over the felt wall, and went straight to the owner's hiding place.

The paddlefish lurked silently in the dead grass until the two wolfhounds arrived.

The ferocious wolf dogs make hunters afraid to approach them easily, but when around the paddlefish, they behave extremely docile and well-behaved.

Wolf dogs are trained not to bark easily. So they just keep making slight snorts, wagging their tails desperately, and licking the paddlefish's cheeks with their wet tongues.

The paddlefish gently stroked the two wolf dogs and chanted silently. After his touch, the two wolf dogs became more and more excited, happy and satisfied.

It was almost done. The paddlefish took out a sealed iron box from his arms. Inside the box were several dark yellow fat-like objects. The paddlefish put the iron box in front of the wolf and dog's noses and let them sniff it.

In the hunting ground, there were only two people with the smell of wolfberry on their bodies. One was the paddlefish himself, and the other was the white lion wearing red armor.

Smoke and sulfur may confuse people's sense of smell, but they cannot fool the paddlefish's wolfhounds.

Finally, the paddlefish took out a wooden tube.

He pulled off the lid, revealing the smoldering wood chips, and without expression, ignited the gunpowder twist in the "keg" hanging under the wolfhound's neck.

"Go." Paddlefish gave the order silently and blew the bone flute again.

Just like in previous training, the two wolf dogs faithfully carried out the instructions, rushed into the smoke without hesitation, and pounced on the target that smelled of wolf sesame.

The paddlefish waited patiently.

Soon, dull explosions came one after another from behind the smoke curtain. Another wave of air swept across the surface, and pieces of iron, plasma and soil fell one after another on the paddlefish.

Then everything fell silent.

The paddlefish continued to wait for a while, but no moans could be heard, so it was probably really dead.

He carefully threw a few stones into the smoke screen, but still no reaction.

"Token." Paddlefish muttered silently and stood up, carefully walking towards the explosion site.

According to the agreement, he needs to get some evidence that can prove the death of the white lion...preferably the head of the white lion.

The smoke shrouded the earth like a gauze curtain and has not dissipated yet.

"The cigarette case is missing again." Paddlefish thought with some regret.

The cigarette case is a thing for two-legged people, and one is used less than the other. For the leaders of the tribes, the cigarette case may not be of much use. But in the eyes of the paddlefish, the cigarette case is more valuable than the wolfdog.

The wind has picked up and the smoke screen is slowly flowing.

The paddlefish keenly sensed something strange about the wind direction, but couldn't tell where it was.

Looking up, the paddlefish was surprised to find that the smoke screen was not "flowing" but "rotating".

I saw the smoke screen spinning faster and faster. Before the paddlefish could react, the smoke screen suddenly spread out in all directions, as if the power that had previously restrained the smoke screen suddenly disappeared.

In an instant, the surface of the earth was cleared, and the wall of smoke covering the explosion site completely collapsed.

In the battle between the chosen ones, the outcome is only a matter of millimeters.

"It's over!" For the first time, a voice came from the paddlefish's throat, and his figure was exposed. He wanted to hide, but he had nowhere to hide.

A man covered in blood and mud jumped out from under the corpse of the war horse. The man just raised his hand, and the paddlefish's consciousness was completely annihilated.

Winters spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva and walked towards the assassin's body to confirm that the assassin was really dead.

The assassin's clothes were tied with dead leaves and yellow-brown rags. From a distance, they looked like a clump of wormwood. No wonder he was so hidden.

A strange-looking bone flute hung on the assassin's chest, which was very conspicuous. He casually pulled off the bone flute and put it in his pocket.

It was only then that Winters felt the severe pain coming from his left shoulder.

He fumbled and pulled out a piece of armor from his shoulder.

"This thing." Winters threw the bloody armor plate onto the assassin's body: "But I invented it."
Chapter completed!