It was cold and dark, filled with the roars and low-pitched sounds of different beasts, interspersed with one or two high-pitched and miserable wailings from time to time.

Yale slightly opened his eyes and woke up from the pain of being recreated. For a moment, his mind went blank, and all kinds of strange smells rushed into his nostrils.

His sense of smell is unprecedentedly sensitive, and he can even distinguish the body odor of hundreds of animals, the source of the dirty stench in the air, and... the stench of rotting corpses tens of meters below the ground.

By the way, that **** ugly witch!

The knight's scattered vertical pupils condensed a gleam of energy, staring blankly at his forelimbs - now a pair of furry claws.

The world in his eyes is not as colorful as usual, only black and white, the strength of the hind limbs has greatly declined, and there is a stiff tail behind the stock.

The sky was grey, with only a dim moon, and two or three miles in circumference were surrounded by smooth walls a hundred feet high.

If it was a human-shaped self, this wall would have no meaning at all, but if it were this body, it would be an unattainable cliff for him.

Yale turned around in a circle, his movements were stiff like a puppet, his face was completely uncontrollable, and his limbs were also very strange. Controlling the wolf's body with the human soul is a matter of course, the knight thought with self-deprecation.

Due to the transformation of his body structure, the collapse of his body caused by his forcible falcon sword transformation was also suspended, and he was lucky to save his life.

There are a large number of wild beasts lying around, white lions, black-backed brown bears, giant-toothed wild boars, iron-clad rhinos, mammoths... Compared with these fierce beasts, my little wolf seems to be a little weaker.

However, they all consciously formed a circle, only daring to roar provocatively, hesitating and daring not to approach. Yale knew very well that his slightly larger wolf had absolutely no deterrent power.

There is only one reasonable explanation. Although the structure of the eyeball has been changed, the blessing of the dragon's blood still exists.

It seems that the mystery of fake and inferior dragon blood seems to be a little higher than the transformation spell of the witch queen, so my cecum has not changed.

So what about grudge?

He tried to ignite Dou Qi, and found that the battle lines and vitality in his body were as motionless as a pool of stagnant water. Sure enough... the battle pattern is a weapon used by human beings, and the fighting spirit is also the vitality of the human body's transformation. It has become another creature, and it is reasonable to be unable to continue to operate and transform.

Fortunately, although the vitality cannot continue to be transformed, the foundation is still there. Under the subtle strengthening, this body can gradually become stronger.

Yale kept beating and bouncing, trying to get acquainted with his new body. The iron coffin had been lying on his own for a whole year and turned into a beast. For him, as long as he was alive, there was hope.

About ten minutes later, the mammoth to the southeast of him suddenly let out a low, loud roar, flapping its big fan-like ears and walking away.

From where it left, a wild boar and a reindeer slowly entered the enclosure.

The black wolf immediately arched its back and let out a demonstrative sullen roar, and the hair on its back stood up like steel needles.

"Hum." The wild boar stopped its steps with a snoring sound, and suddenly made a very human action - tapped its ugly head with its hoof.

The reindeer also waved its front hooves, made a few strokes on the dirt, then turned and walked away, gurgling his nose for him to look.

Yale approached almost suspiciously, looked down, and instantly relaxed, a line of letters was written on the ground - Carla Camden.

It turned out to be the alcoholic, he was also caught... He was turned into a lower level in the food chain, a little worse than himself.

So this wild boar, is it Laurie?

The boar nodded at him and wrote his name on the sand—Lauri Copeland.

I didn't expect that they would meet again on this occasion, and still in the identity of the beast, but why didn't they see Charlene?

"Where is Charlene?" The knight wrote crookedly with his claws.

The boar and the reindeer looked at each other, then turned, shaking their heads at him.

Laurie answered with his forefoot: "We thought she was with you."

The three animals were silent, and after two or three minutes, Yale suddenly stretched out his claws and wrote, "The witch said that Charlene is the best experiment."

Then, he aimed the faint green wolf eyes at the wild boar, and continued to wave his claws and wrote: "Charlene's full name is Charlene Philip Tudor, that witch seems to be very concerned about this surname, and told me that she is a blue-blooded person. ?"

Hearing that Charlene might be used as an experiment, Laurie's eyes reddened, his nostrils continued to spray rough air, and he nodded his head heavily while grinding his front hoofs.

"Calm down, we still have hope." The knight tried to comfort him.

The reindeer raised its front hooves irritably, screamed yoyo, ran around quickly, and stopped abruptly: "Hope? You still have luck because you don't know how powerful she is."

"I know, she is the witch queen."

Carla kept bouncing madly, hitting the ground with the horns of the huge branch from time to time, and wrote a line: "In this case, you shouldn't be lucky!"

With a low growl, Yale threw the reindeer under him, his teeth clenched his neck, and he threw it out. Because it was not suitable for this body, the force used was too great, and Kara was thrown into a mess.

Carla struggled a few times, and when she stood up again, she seemed to be quite awake. She walked up to them with her horns drooping, raised her right hoof and waved forward, making a follow me gesture.

The wild boar also nodded at the knight, signaling him to follow.

With an ominous premonition, Yale still followed behind them and walked forward for a few minutes when the ground suddenly sank. In the center of the ring-shaped Taniguchi, there was a huge iron pillar, and under the iron pillar, dozens of corpses were strung together shockingly.

To be precise, they are not yet dead. Even if the skin of their bodies is stripped, their eyes, ears, mouth and nose are gouged out, and their internal organs are hollowed out, leaving only a layer of shriveled and shriveled muscles, they are still alive.

The still rotten gums moaned, unable to tear his lower abdomen where it was nailed by iron pillars from top to bottom.

"People here tell us that they were all Fiona's enemies. After being caught, they have been nailed here for decades." Laurie lightly scratched the ground with his forefoot, and wrote in front of Yale. Such a line.

The black wolf suddenly let out a long howl, and rushed forward like the wind. The two partners did not stop it, but just stood by and watched.

boom! Ten feet from the iron pillar, Yale slammed into an invisible wall and was thrown heavily, falling back in front of the boar and the reindeer.

"It's useless, do you think we haven't tried it?"