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Chapter 1 Smart people? Wagan!

The air was filled with a sultry moisture, like a fog.

Lying on a pile of straw and a layer of soft bear skin mat, constantly twisting her body, Wogen tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at all, and in the linen tent, there was darkness.

I kept thinking about what happened during the day in my mind. As a werewolf, Wogen never thought he was stupid. On the contrary, he was a smart gnoll with faint eyes. It was because he was too smart that he was out of place in this stupid gnoll tribe.

He sighed and twisted his body on the bearskin mat, which was really unfair.

I am so smart that I am not the chief among the Wolf Roar clan. Only the smart self can lead the Wolf Roar clan to become stronger and restore the glory of my ancestors. My mouth opens slightly and my sharp teeth are exposed. No matter who is, it is the food of the werewolves.

Covering his jaw, Wogen showed an unwilling look in his eyes. The great werewolf was the ancestor of the wolf god. The group of green-skinned monsters could not defeat him, but in the end he was no match for a bunch of bones.

I reached out to my left arm and gently stroked it. A tingling pain came into my heart. It was a knife edge, with flesh and blood rolling. However, it had been a while since it had healed. I couldn't live this day. It was harder and harder than the other day. I kept running and running, so that the damn incompetent chief would continue to lead and sooner or later he would be finished.

You should do something yourself and cannot continue like this.

Wogen sat up, restless inside, and stood up and walked out of the tent, pulling open the curtain. Compared to the darkness in the tent, the moonlight outside the tent was hazy. Although it was a waning moon, it did not dampen the sacred beauty at all, casting bright moonlight and illuminating the camp.

I took a look at my tent, which was filled with traces of sewing, and piece of linen was sewn together to form my own tent.

Frowning with a look of disgust on his face, as a smart werewolf, he must know how to enjoy himself. He was different from the one who knew how to eat. The last time he fought, he fled in a hurry. The tent made of magic pattern cloth was actually lost. All this was blamed on the incompetent chief. If it weren't for his incompetence, how could his beloved tent be lost?

A resentful hatred filled Wogen's fluffy face, and it took a long time to cover it up again and strode towards a tent somewhere in the camp.

"Who?" A powerful arm grabbed his sharp battle axe with one hand, asked in his mouth, with a vigilant look on his face, and looked like a frightened bird.

"It's me, Wogen," she lifted the curtain and walked into the tent. With the help of the moonlight, Wogen saw a vigilant figure, instantly grabbed a weapon from the prefabricated hay and jumped up. The weapon was aimed at him, a werewolf who was guarding him.

"Great Commander," the werewolf inside was a werewolf who was much stronger than Wogen. His naked upper body was filled with the beauty of muscles and symbolized a surging power. When he knew that the person was Wogen, he threw the weapon in his hand directly on the ground and said respectfully to Wogen.

"How many times have I said in the past two years? Don't call me the commander. I am the commander now," Wogen said this, but a satisfied look appeared on his face, and his expression and tone were typically seriously inconsistent.

The strong werewolf bared and grinned, and the strong werewolf did not continue to speak. She obviously didn't know how to cooperate. If Rex replaced the role of the strong werewolf, Rex would definitely shout loudly, "No matter when, you are my commander,"

He started to show his loyalty. Of course, this is the otaku Rex who just traveled through time. With Rex now, it is absolutely impossible to say it in this way.

"Hal, what's wrong with your body? Show me?" Wogan asked with concern.

"It's almost healed," he pointed at his right chest, and there was a slap-long wound that had not been bandaged. He simply applied some green herbs to dye the hair on his right chest green.

A strange look flashed in Wogen's eyes, and he sighed in his heart. The book was recorded incorrectly. Isn't this a means to win people's hearts? Hall should have a look of gratitude, so why would he be indifferent? Human books are indeed profound. If you want to understand, you still have to work harder.

"It's good that the injury is fine. Have a good rest. We should move again tomorrow," Wogen stood up from the weeds and planned to leave in a fake manner.

"We are moving again, when will we hide if we continue like this?" As Worgen guessed, Hall immediately complained.

"Speak softly, don't make such a loud noise if you don't want to call the patrol," Wogen scolded Hall, and then continued to preach; "No one wants to continue moving, but for the survival of our Wolf Roar clan, we can only continue like this."

"Survival, as the descendants of the Wolf God, death in battle is our destination. During this period, since the green-skinned monster ran out of the cage, the chief even took us away without even fighting. From this point on, how far we ran, I can't remember at all. I only know that our enemies, from the green-skinned monster, had changed to those skeleton racks. That's fine, I don't even have the chance to have a full meal."

Hall's mouth was full of resentment, and he didn't know whether he was complaining about his continuous escape career or complaining that he hadn't had a full meal.

"I still miss the time when I followed the commander out for war. At that time, I would eat as much as I wanted, and I didn't have to worry about eating," Hall exposed the reason for his resentment.

Hall's resentment and successful hooking aroused Wogen's resentment. The ten thousand-year-old second is Wogen's life. He finally became the commander, but after returning to the Wolf Roar clan, he was demoted again to become the second commander. The chief manages the army and the leader handles internal affairs. This is a very common thing. It is not only suitable for the werewolves, but even the orc tribe. However, there are some differences in the Wolf Roar clan. There is no leader, and the commander is replaced. The chief in the Wolf Roar clan is the most noble person. The chief is divided into commanders, commanders, and second commanders, and a total of nine commanders.

Wogen is the second commander of the two, the second commander of the ten thousand years.

"Okay, ready to leave tomorrow," Wogen chatted with Hall for a while, got up and left, pushed open the curtain, and an arc was drawn from the corner of his mouth. Wogen walked outside his tent, looked up at the waning moon in the sky, his eyes were faint, the land was lush and full of vitality, making people feel endless peace. The bonfire was burning in the distance, and the sound of firewood jumping was like thunder in the darkness, and the warm firelight and the silver moonlight wonderfully merged together.

Several werewolfs surrounded the bonfire, constantly biting the bacon in their hands with their mouths. As the most elite warriors of the Wolf Roar Clan, their treatment was naturally different from ordinary werewolfs. This cup of bacon made by slaughtering, air-dried, and will only be distributed to the most elite warriors.

"Those cowardly humans actually defeated the arrogant undead tribes. I thought about it for a day. This could never be true," a werewolf said with some unclear words. He bit the bacon in his mouth and ate it while eating.

For those who were controlled by the Lich King and resurrected from the dead, there are still many names, such as the army of the undead, the army of the natural disaster, the army of the undead, and so on. The werewolf likes to call the undead,

"That's right, I think so, that the undead tribe is exhausted and not painful, has no feelings and no fear, and only knows how to kill, which is more fierce than any wild beast I have ever seen."

“…………”

Listening to the voices of discussion in my ears, the daytime things echoed again in Wogen's mind, and memories from two years ago began to flow out.

That human prince was really capable. He defeated the 500,000 undead army. When this news was received by Wogen during the day, it caused a great shock to Wogen. Wogen had seen the undead army. Since the Wolf Roar clan was driven north by the orcs, he had just found a safe place. It was not long before it was when the undead natural disaster broke out. The undead natural disaster was raging in the land of Lordaeron. The Wolf Roar clan suffered again. In order to avoid the orcs, the Wolf Roar clan moved a little far to the north and was deeper. Although it did not reach the severely affected area, there were still many undead natural disaster troops.

After several battles, the Wolf Roar clan was defeated again and again. The undead natural disaster army was not very strong, but the lifeless charge, the way of retreating was frightening. The tribe members who died in battle became enemies the next moment. This strange thing made the Wolf Roar clan unconfidence and began to flee again.

Because I know it, I know how difficult it is to have a big victory.

As a smart man, Wogen had to admit that he was still far from the human prince. A hot gaze came out in his eyes. This result even more echoed Wogen's heart. This is the power of a smart man.
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