322 Blackie as the Matchmaker!
“I… I’m from the Snow Mountain Race…”
The spirit girl opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but when she spoke, she kept feeling that she could not remember anything.
However, it was enough to say this.
The black-robed mage in front of her was clearly attracted by what the ghost girl said.
“Snow Mountain Race?”
His voice was very hoarse, like a broken gong.
“Are you from the Snow Mountain Race?”
The ghost girl nodded.
However, it was useless for her to nod without revealing her figure.
She also thought of this, so she directly revealed her ghost body.
On the cold “street” of the werewolf tribe, a graceful woman suddenly appeared.
At this moment, other than a few patrolling werewolves, no one noticed a woman with a slightly transparent body suddenly appear here.
As for the werewolves who had already discovered something, after seeing the black-robed man there, they directly chose to ignore her.
After all, this “Lord Prophet” had the divine power bestowed by the Wolf God and was not someone they could offend.
The black-robed man looked at the ghost girl who suddenly appeared, and his eyes hidden under his hood flickered with a strange light.
In this form, it was definitely not from the Snow Mountain Race!
“You’re lying.”
With that said, the black-robed man directly raised the staff in his hand and threw a black rune chain at the ghost girl without saying a word.
The spirit girl did not expect this person to attack without a word.
Moreover, this was the second time.
Originally, she felt that this person should be an existence that could be communicated with, but from the looks of it, that did not seem to be the case.
After defeating this person, she could still ask questions.
After thinking quickly, the ghost girl directly drew her longsword.
When the black chain collided with the ghost girl’s sword, it actually emitted the sound of metal colliding.
Clearly, neither of them had a physical existence.
After the black rune chain was repelled, the black-robed man waved his staff again.
Black runes shot out of his staff one after another.
The ghost girl should not have been a simple person when she was alive.
Facing these dense rune attacks, the ghost girl did not panic at all and directly danced with the sword in her hand.
Although she looked translucent, she still looked abnormally beautiful.
“Ow!”
Just as the “two of them” were fighting there, a wolf’s howl suddenly sounded from the wooden house beside the black-robed man.
Then, the door of the wooden house was directly shattered by a huge force.
A huge werewolf more than two meters tall walked out of the door with a rough breath coming from its nose.
“S-Sir Prophet, you… disturbed my sleep!”
It was as if this werewolf had just learned to speak and was stuttering.
When the black-robed man called the prophet by the werewolves heard this, he stopped what he was doing.
“Lord Wolf King, I’m sorry. An unwelcome person has come here. I’ll deal with it.”
The Wolf King looked in the direction of the ghost girl.
This oppressive werewolf king walked towards the ghost girl.
In its slightly open mouth, traces of saliva were unconsciously dripping.
“Prophet, is this… a girl from your Snow Mountain Race?”
“I don’t know.”
“Hehehehe, it’s good that you don’t know!”
The Wolf King seemed to be a little excited.
More and more saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.
The way he looked at the spirit girl became even more scorching.
“Slurp ~”
The Wolf King sucked in his saliva.
“I… I haven’t eaten a human girl in a long time.”
“I-I’ve almost forgotten the taste of their meat.”
As he spoke, the Wolf King’s footsteps quickened.
Looking at the Wolf King rushing towards her, the ghost girl frowned slightly.
She had just heard the conversation between the Wolf King and the “prophet”.
It was already certain that this “prophet” was from the Snow Mountain Race.
However… Why was he mixed up with these werewolves?
She remembered that the snow mountain race had lived on the snow mountain for generations and would only leave the mountain occasionally.
Why had this person become the so-called prophet of the werewolf tribe?
“Hiss ~”
“Why don’t I smell the meat of a human girl?”
The wolf king, who had already run in front of the ghost girl, sniffed and then looked at the “prophet” behind him in confusion.
The black-robed prophet did not know what was wrong with this girl.
Hidden under the hood, he frowned, as if he was considering how to explain.
Before he could figure it out, the ghost girl directly disappeared under their noses.
“Well…”
The Wolf King reached out and scratched in front of it with its sharp claws, but it only caught air.
“Prophet, my, my food, ran away!”
After catching nothing, the Wolf King returned to the Prophet and placed its terrifying mouth by the Prophet’s hood, taking a deep breath.
“Suck ~”
“Too, too old, your meat!”
“We agreed that I would help you fight. You said you would give it to me, a young girl.”
The black-robed prophet was silent for a moment before nodding gently.
“Yes, it is.”
Seeing the Prophet nod, the Wolf King shook its big head.