In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

Chapter 675 The Whereabouts of Princess Xiaoyue

Although a temporary cooperation agreement was reached verbally with the Imperial 59th Army, the wolf riders of the Howling Moon Hunt did not choose to accompany the Imperial forces.

After all, they are free wild wolf people, proud hunters on the backs of wolves, and would never obey the orders of the so-called empire.

Therefore, when the sounds of fierce fighting between the Empire and the Free Army came from the next block, the Howling Moon Hunters, who were advancing from another direction, not only did not go to support their "allies," but also chose to set up camp on the spot and take a break.

After gathering the scattered wolf riders from various parts of the ruined city and embarking on a long march, the wolf riders were exhausted when they arrived at the southwest district of Ruin City No. 59.

If the wolf riders want to rescue Princess Xiaoyue from those damned human traffickers on the Redemption Road, they must be fully prepared.

With the Empire's "allies" clearing the way for the Howling Moon Hunters, the fully-energized wolf riders can tear apart the throats of those scum on the Redemption Path with overwhelming force and reclaim their Great Hunter Lord's beloved daughter.

The fresh smell of gunpowder drifted in on the autumn wind from the neighboring street, mixed with the strong smell of gunpowder and blood.

But for the Howling Moon Hunters, this pungent smell was not a signal of fear, but rather a stimulant, stimulating the bloodthirsty nerves of these wilderness hunters.

It was a harbinger of slaughter, a prelude to chaos, and the clarion call that signaled the start of the hunt.

Zhan Kui Baletu was sitting cross-legged on a pile of ruins, carefully wiping his pair of blades with his calloused, rough hands.

In the glow of the burning campfire, the gleaming blades flashed with a chilling, terrifying light.

"Those Imperials have incredibly strong firepower."

Old hunter Batel pressed his wolf ears tightly to the ground, listened patiently for a while, then stood up and grinned, saying, "Judging from this noise, I know that the group of plant spirits on the other side are being beaten senseless."

"Very good, let them fight for now."

Without looking up, Baltu replied, his fingers lightly tracing the blade: "Let the Imperials and their damned enemies clash head-on, which will be just what we need to do to drive out those rats from the gutter."

The wolf rider Sauron was kneeling by the campfire, holding a whetstone and vigorously sharpening his scimitar.

Sparks flew everywhere with his rough movements, landing on Soren's two bare arms and burning tiny red dots.

The curve of the scimitar resembled frozen moonlight, gradually revealing its inherent sharpness as it collided with the whetstone.

With a gentle touch of his finger along the blade, a thin bead of blood immediately seeped from his fingertip.

Soren nonchalantly put his finger in his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the distant battlefield ablaze with flames, peering through the swirling campfire.

The white wolf beside him seemed to sense its master's agitation, letting out a low growl from deep in its throat, raising its head slightly, and flaring its nostrils, clearly also yearning for the impending slaughter.

"What's the rush?"

Sauron patted his mount's neck, grabbed a handful of dust from the ground, and smeared it on his scimitar, making a harsh rustling sound.

The first wolf rider to respond to Baltu's call was a young wolf rider named Suhe, who took a leather bag containing wolf milk wine from his waist and gulped it down several mouthfuls.

The spicy and sweet liquor flowed down his throat, dispelling the chill of the autumn night.

With a quick wipe of his mouth, Sukh handed the leather pouch to Soren beside him, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

"Battle Champion".

His voice trembled slightly with excitement: "Once the Imperials clear away the obstacles, shouldn't we just rush in, grab those damned human traffickers, and tear them to pieces?"

Upon hearing Sukh's question, Baltu paused slightly as he was wiping his double-edged sword.

He finally raised his head, his wolf-like eyes appearing exceptionally deep in the firelight.

Baltu glanced at Sukh, a cruel smile creeping onto his lips.

"Tear them to pieces? That's too good for those rats."

He slowly stood up, his imposing figure towering in the eyes of the wolf riders: "By the Wolf Ancestor, since they dared to touch our precious jewel, they should be prepared to be torn to pieces by the Howling Moon Hunting Pack. We will let them know what true fear is."

The snow-white giant wolf approached its master, extended its rough yet warm tongue, and affectionately licked Baltu's dusty hand.

It emitted a low whimper from its throat and exhaled billowing hot breath from its nostrils.

Baltu stroked the tuft of silver fur on the giant wolf's forehead with his backhand, a rare tenderness flashing in his eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

Instead, a more chilling, piercing light appeared.

"Don't be impatient, Eshute."

He gently soothed his mount, and just as Baltu was about to reach for the roast meat, his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The sound of a wolf rider galloping came from outside the temporary camp. Before long, the agile female wolf rider, Un, rode her white wolf to Baltu and the group of wolf riders.

She dismounted from the wolf and threw the small, thin figure she was carrying onto the ground.

"Zhan Kui, I have brought a 'rat' that can save the Heavenly Path."

Uen tossed his messy white hair, stepped on the back of the weed spirit he had captured, and pressed it firmly to the ground, rendering it unable to move.

Baltu walked up to the prisoner, and the wolf riders around him put down what they were doing and surrounded him.

The mud-covered weed spirit struggled futilely at Uen's feet, its voice trembling with sobs: "Let...let me go...I'm...a member of the Path of Redemption!"

The wolf riders exchanged glances, shocked to discover that the prisoner still hadn't grasped the situation.

Ignoring the prisoners' shouts, Baltu turned his gaze to Uen and asked in a low voice, "Where did you capture him?"

"On the way to the camp."

Uen withdrew his foot and kicked the prisoner on the ground: "This little rat is sneaking around, and it smells like dirt all over. It's obvious it came out of the ground."

"interesting."

Baltu raised an eyebrow, reached out and grabbed the prisoner's chin, forcing him to look into his eyes.

“Hey, you scum of the Redemption Path, now I’ll ask you a question, and you answer it.”

The warrior's voice was devoid of any warmth, and his gaze was as if he were looking at a dead man.

The prisoner met Baltu's cold eyes and trembled with fear, his arrogance vanishing instantly.

"First question, what are you doing here?"

"It's...it's the leader I'm working for...the leader sent me...to find the Free Forces and tell them to stop...all forces and factions...to ensure the auction in a few days proceeds normally..."

The prisoners' teeth chattered, making no attempt to hide anything.

An auction?

Baltu narrowed his eyes slightly; he knew what that word meant.

"My second question is, have you, the Path of Redemption, ever captured a white-haired female werewolf zombie spirit?"

The prisoner's pupils suddenly contracted; he had indeed seen the person the other party mentioned at the branch office not long ago.

It was both a valuable item mentioned by the cadres of the Redemption Road and the final item prepared for that auction.

The werewolf zombie girl with white fur was exactly the same as the ferocious wolf riders in front of her.

Yes...yes...

The prisoner swallowed hard and answered tremblingly.

Baltu's face grew increasingly grim, and the wolf riders around him couldn't help but cast even angrier glances at the prisoners.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the crackling sound of the campfire breaking out.

"One last question, you scum of the path to salvation, tell me, where exactly are you filthy rats hiding underground?"