My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1229 - 474: Agent_2

Chapter 1229: Chapter 474: Agent_2

The Great Chieftain and the witch priests of the 36 Tribes of the Northern Region, after studying for several months, inferred that the tomb of Borg should be located within the Ancient Annihilation Domain, specifically between a unique mountain range.

The shape of the mountain range, when viewed from the sky, resembled a giant wolf. The tomb was likely set at the location of the heart of the giant wolf, and if they were not mistaken, there should be five ancient wells there, arranged in the shape of a wolf’s paw.

On their journey, the two Northern Region’s Chosen, encountered a pack of Tire-5 Monster Wind Wolves. Alage Spercer charged forward with a battle cry, brandishing his tribes’ Tier-6 Witchcraft Instrument — a giant stone axe.

Over fifty Wind Wolves, after six were felled by him, whimpered and retreated. Alage Spercer, wielding his stone axe, roared with laughter as if he had accomplished an extraordinary feat.

Windsor still looked down on him. After all, he was only relying on the power of a strong witchcraft instrument. If it weren’t for the stone axe, Alage Spercer wouldn’t be able to defeat even two Wind Wolves.

Seeing those wolf carcasses, she seemed to smell the enticing aroma emanating from the large pot of the Wood People’s girl and couldn’t help but ask, "Alage Spercer, do you know how to make meat soup?"

Windsor didn’t know how to cook, which was a sin among the women of the Northern Region. Fortunately, she later became a witch priest, otherwise she might have trouble getting married in the future.

Alage Spercer glanced at her disdainfully, "The warriors of our Northern Region only eat meat and never drink soup! It’s not a manly thing to do."

He infuriated Windsor with his words.

Enduring this primitive fool, Windsor finally located the giant wolf-shaped mountain four days later. But once they arrived, their leisure journey ended. The mountains frequently resonated with the howling of the wolves. Breaking through and reaching the heart of the giant wolf would require a head-on clash.

Windsor and Alage Spercer saw Aser and Anger, who had just entered the mountain from another direction, encountering a pack of Bloody Hunting Wolves!

They were also Tire-5. Each one possessed the "Blood Absorbing" Divine Powers. As long as their prey had a wound, they could draw blood directly from the wound from tens of meters away, weakening their prey while replenishing themselves.

Aser once again turned into the Golden-eyed Sea Dragon, while lengthy bone claws, also a Tier-6 Witchcraft Instrument, appeared on both of Anger’s arms. The two, one in the sky and one on the ground, coordinated smoothly and cut a gap through the wolf pack, only to face the Tier-6 Alpha Wolf, and they were soon embroiled in a fierce battle.

Seeing this, Alage Spercer flashed a cruel smile, "Thank these Bloody Hunting Wolves. They’d better take care of these two opponents for us — if they can’t do it, I’ll finish them off!"

Windsor was furious, "Haven’t you ever thought that Aser and Anger could be our allies?"

Alage Spercer was shaking his head vigorously, "Impossible! Anger’s uncle once stole my aunt! Our two tribes are mortal enemies."

He even seriously warned Windsor, "Remember this forever: Anger is our enemy! Otherwise, you’re not worthy to marry into our Alage Tribe."

Windsor: "..."

Such a crude and stupid Alage Tribe, who cares? As if I’m eager to immediately become the wife of their Alage Tribe. Just wait, although this marriage was negotiated by both tribes, as long as I get my hands on the Divine Artifact, I can control my own fate.

After thinking for a moment, she advised, "Lionel Turner and his mates must have formed an alliance. We can’t fight against them on our own. Only by joining forces with Aser and Anger can we confront Lionel Turner. This is the art of forming alliances spoken of by the Wood People. The enemy of our enemy is our friend!"

But Alage Spercer proudly raised his stone axe, "No need! The brave and invincible Alage Spercer will defeat all enemies with his courage!"

Such a complete fool — Windsor was cursing him in her heart, but she was helpless at the moment. If she split from Alage Spercer, there was even less possibility of success for her alone. There was even a moment when Windsor thought that cooperating with those Wood People might be better than dealing with this Northern Region’s idiot in front of her!

Then Windsor saw a cold figure descend like a god next to Alage Spercer, who casually swept aside the Tier-6 stone axe with a flick of his hand, and then a harsh kick landed squarely on Alage Spercer’s face, rubbing his face into the ground!

Windsor surprisingly felt a sense of satisfaction! This was exactly what she wanted but didn’t have the courage and strength to do. When she recognized who this figure was, her heartbeat slowed down a beat, so it was him...

Elsewhere, Master Son had to act on his own. After all, Verna and the three little ones were not strong enough, and he could not command ancestor Santa.

Well, Verna’s "strength" may be enough, but she had no interest in the two Northern Region’s Chosen or the pack of Bloody Hunting Wolves. She had tasted them before; they weren’t delicious.

Master Son’s Five-toothed Flying Sword went into a crushing spin, instantly exploding the bodies of the two Tire-5 witch priests, even though they were touting two Tier-6 Witchcraft Instruments.

The pack of Bloody Hunting Wolves let out a series of whimpering sounds, tucked their tails between their legs and ran, the Alpha Wolf leading the way, indeed, an Alpha Wolf.

Alage Spercer still thought his bravery could conquer any adversary. As Glenn Mitchell pinned him under his foot, he mustered some shouts to struggle up, but the foot pressing on his face didn’t move and all his roars turned into whimpers in his throat.