Chapter 1450： Lancelot

As Lancelot's voice fell, many elders showed strong killing intent.

I felt the blood all over my body began to boil.

"The patriarch is mighty."

"The wolf clan must flourish."

Everyone let out a low roar, and the suffocating anger went straight up into the sky.

The werewolf clan has been silent for too long under the suppression of the Holy See, and the only way to rise is to kill the gods.

"Lancelot, this matter needs to be carefully planned."

At this moment, an old voice came from outside the door, and then an old man walked in with a cane.

"Great Elder."

Lancelot narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Great Elder."

All the werewolves sitting there stood up to show respect.

In addition to the patriarch Lancelot, the werewolf clan is the highest elder Carol.

Even in the werewolf clan, Lancelot's status is much worse than Carol.

No one knows how long Elder Carol lived.

Including Lancelot, when all the werewolves in this room were young, Carol had already served as the chief elder of the wolf tribe.

After so many years, Carol has retained his current appearance, no one knows how strong he is.

However, Lancelot had no doubt that if he really started, he, who is known as the rare genius of the wolf clan in a century, is definitely not the opponent of the great elder.

"Are there any instructions from the great elder?"

Lancelot said in a deep voice.

"Lancelot, the killing of the gods needs to be considered."

Grand Elder Carol said hoarsely.

"Elder, what does this mean?"

Lancelot frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"My wolf clan and the Rothschild family are family friends, Hera has no need to kill Denton on purpose."

Carol said meaningfully: "Furthermore, Hera knows that Denton is the newly emerging elite of my wolf clan. With her arrogance, she will not fail to save her."

Lancelot frowned, a light flashing in his eyes.

"The big elder meant that this Denton was forcibly killed by Hades in front of Hera?"

Lancelot thought for a moment, his face suddenly changed.

According to Carroll, the problem is a bit serious.

"Herac is a veteran main god, and in terms of strength, it is also a strong existence among the main gods. How could it not be Hades's opponent."

"Harrow is right. Hades is the new lord **** after all, how can he be Hera's opponent."

Many elders were shocked and discussed.

"The new Hades is far less simple than you think. According to my information, the new Hades has completely retreated in the hands of Zeus."

Carol said lightly.

"Can you retreat in the hands of Zeus? Zeus is the most powerful existence among the twelve gods."

Lancelot's expression tightened, and a solemn color flashed in his eyes.

As the most powerful existence among the twelve gods, Zeus is definitely the strongest in the West.

As the patriarch of the wolf clan, Lancelot had never played against Zeus, but he thought that he should not be an opponent of Zeus.

"The old man fought with Zeus decades ago."

Carol said leisurely, a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

"The Great Elder and Zeus played against each other?"

Everyone was stunned, and a look of surprise flashed in their eyes.

"How is the outcome?"

Lancelot hesitated.

"A fiasco. Decades ago, the old man entered the domain of the Golden Wolf King. He thought he would be invincible to the West, so he challenged Zeus among the twelve gods. Unfortunately, he didn't catch the opponent's three moves."

Carol took a deep breath and said faintly, "Zeus is so powerful that it is far beyond your imagination."

"Zeus is so strong?"

Lancelot's pupils shrank, and a solemn color flashed in his eyes.

"If it weren't for being injured by Zeus back then, how could the old man end up like this?"

A tinge of resentment flashed in Carol's eyes, and a gloomy breath loomed over Carol's body.

A strange color appeared on the faces of Lancelot and others.

"If the elder is not injured, my wolf clan will not weaken to this point."

Lancelot said meaningfully.

"There is no need to mention the past. Hera's personality is better understood by the old man. If it weren't for Hera's unwillingness to offend Hades, he would never let Denton die in Rothschild."

Carol glanced at Lancelot, and said in a deep voice, "In other words, Hera would rather offend my wolf race than be an enemy of Hades. The cause and effect, I think Lancelot, you should understand."

Lancelot took a deep breath, and a solemn color flashed in his eyes.

"I understand what the great elder said. It seems that Hades's strength should be higher than Hera."

Lancelot said in a deep voice.

"The Dark Sacred Tree is about to mature. At this stage, there is no need to provoke a powerful enemy like Hades. The key to fighting for the Dark Sacred Fruit is."

Carol said in a deep voice.

"If I can win the three dark sacred fruits, my wolf clan will be very happy."

Carol said with a serious face.

Hearing Carol's words, Lancelot's eyes flashed with light.

The dark sacred fruit is the rarest sacred fruit in the West, but it is a spiritual creature that is comparable to the light of the angel of the Holy See.

If you can win the three holy fruits, the power of the wolf clan will definitely be greatly enhanced.

At that time, in the Western dark parliament, you will also have more power to speak.

"Elder, if you weren't seriously injured and you would take action, how many people in this dark council could be your opponents."

Hello said with a smile.

"Don't underestimate the old guys in the Dark Council, they are not so easy to deal with."

Carol shook his head and said with a serious face.

"Grand Elder, I wonder if the Dark Sacred Fruit can heal your injury?"

Lancelot asked suddenly at this moment.

Hearing Lancelot's words, a touch of emotion flashed across everyone's faces.

"If the dark sacred fruit can be used to heal the great elder's injury, as long as Zeus can't come out, how many people in the west are the opponents of the great elder?"

Harrow said fiercely.

Carol frowned, a look of hesitation on his face.

"I only heard of the dark sacred fruit, which contains extremely strong vitality. I have never seen it."

Carol sighed: "But the old man's life is near, and it's really wrong to waste such a precious thing."

"What the Great Elder said is wrong."

Lancelot said in a deep voice: "If the great elder can return to the peak, my wolf clan will be prosperous."

"This time I will take the Dark Sacred Fruit this time, and I will come out personally. If anyone stops me, I will kill him."

"My wolf race, this battle will win!"

An astonishing killing intent flashed in Lancelot's eyes.

"The wolf tribe will win!"

The elders of many wolf tribes roared and echoed in unison.

For a time, the sound shook in all directions, and the entire wolf clan castle was filled with the meaning of killing.