My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1230 - 474: Agent_3

Chapter 1230: Chapter 474: Agent_3

Upon arriving at Giant Wolf Mountain Range, Predecessor Santa immediately stated: "This is the place, Borg’s tomb is definitely within these mountains!"

So the two "guides" in front of them were no longer needed. Commissioner Glenn Mitchell and Chief Sun each took action to clean up the Heaven’s Chosen from the Northern Plain surrounding them.

Glenn Mitchell’s cold eyes swept over Windsor, who felt her heart pounding, but knowing this was a life or death situation, she immediately raised both hands: "I’m willing to cooperate, I have always longed for the Wood Dynasty!"

Glenn Mitchell didn’t need to make a move, as he always disliked hitting women. For him, women were polarized creatures.

Strong ones, like Catherine, he couldn’t beat. And the weak ones... a slight touch would make them cry for half a day, so annoying.

Alage Spencer, who was still stepped on by Glenn Mitchell, struggled hard, attempting to implicate Windsor with angry eyes but failed. His body fought fiercely, but his head couldn’t budge, appearing rather ridiculous.

However, Glenn Mitchell felt quite affectionate towards Alage Spencer, who was being stepped on by him, as he too had started playing with axes. He raised his hand and grabbed the Tier-6 Witchcraft Instrument stone axe, which flew into his palm, and carefully examined it.

Chief Sun came over with the others, and the scent from Windsor caught his attention: "You long for my Wood Dynasty?"

"Yes," Windsor nodded repeatedly. "I have always believed that we should join forces as the Human Race, fight against the Nine Witch Demon Court, and repel the Demon Clan from the Eastern Land!"

That very concept was what Chief Sun secretly directed the border towns to infiltrate into the 36 Tribes of the Northern Region.

Chief Sun pondered for a moment, it was indeed necessary to support such a figure in the upper echelons of the Northern Plain, to be friendly with the Wood Dynasty, and then subtly tame the 36 Tribes of Northern Plains Group of wild wolves.

He looked at Windsor again, just not quite sure if she could be trusted.

Such a person could not be controlled rashly using a Spirit Seed, and the witchcraft of the Northern Plain, although described as "backward" and "rough" by Predecessor Santa, had its unique features. Once discovered, all previous efforts would be in vain.

"You follow us for now..." Chief Sun planned to observe for a while, but suddenly a huge and gloomy breath surged from deep within the mountain range. The ground shook, and tremors rolled in.

"Rumble..."

The peaks wobbled unstoppably, and huge boulders rolled down. From various valleys, groups of wolf-shaped demon beasts rushed out. They ran past Chief Sun and the others without even pausing, carrying a strong sense of panic, as if the most terrifying existence was about to step on their tails.

Apart from the three little ones, everyone else thought: "Someone has entered Borg’s tomb!"

Windsor exclaimed: "It’s Lionel Turner and his gang!" She immediately realized that this was her chance to perform and quickly said: "I suspect that Lionel Turner and his group of four have formed an alliance. That’s why they advanced faster than us! Lionel Turner’s tribe has a Tier-6 witchcraft instrument called..."

She was about to reveal the most powerful witchcraft instrument of Lionel Turner’s group in order to gain Glenn Mitchell’s trust, but Chief Sun waved his hand to interrupt her: "No need to say more, it doesn’t make a difference."

Windsor was speechless, cursing herself for being foolish. Indeed, what use was a Tier-6 witchcraft instrument to them? Knowing or not knowing wouldn’t make a difference, they could easily suppress it with a wave of their hand.

She couldn’t help but glare at Alage Spencer on the ground. He had said that the Great Chieftain would surely enter the Ancient Annihilation Domain to track those Wood People, but where was the Great Chieftain now?

With a wave of his sleeve, Chief Sun led the group into the sky, leaving Alage Spencer alone on the ground, feeling his head was about to be crushed by that nasty Wood person. Straining to get up, his head still felt dizzy, but he was very surprised: They just let me go?

A burst of anger erupted in Alage Spencer’s chest, cursing aloud: "Despicable Windsor, a flirt just like those Wood Dynasty whores..." Suddenly, an ax light burst from his head, and with a bang, his skull was shattered!

In the depths of the Giant Wolf Mountain Range, five massive black smoke pillars were rising, within which were rolling dark red death witch runes, and a strange atmosphere filled the mountains!

As Chief Sun was rushing through the air, several dozen winged flying wolves panicked and fled from both sides. He saw the five dark ancient wells surrounded by a huge red light witch seal. The witch seal was shaped like a wolf’s head, and right at the wolf’s mouth, it had opened up a tomb passage inclined underground.

The tomb passage was pitch-black, with strands of intertwining blood-light drifting through it.

Windsor anxiously said: "Lionel Turner and the others have already entered." But Chief Sun looked calm and unhurried, only gazing at the five rising black smoke pillars in silence. Afraid that the distinguished Wood Dynasty person might not know the power of the four artifacts, Windsor warned, "Sir, the four artifacts are of Tier-9. Now in this ancient annihilation domain, I’m afraid they can display the strength of Tier-8. If Lionel Turner and the others obtain them, even you may not be able to defeat them easily."

Chief Sun shook his head lightly, "They are really blinded by greed, running into the wolf’s mouth without any hesitation, even with such obvious hints from the witch seal!"

Predecessor Santa let out a long sigh, "I didn’t expect that Borg, a valiant hero, would become truly a walking corpse tens of thousands of years later..." Although he had predicted this, seeing a supreme powerhouse from the same era as himself turned into a "zombie" still inevitably made the predecessor feel emotional.