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Chapter 349 The Hungry Wolf
"Sekiro" is finally on sale!

Stone also started the game for the first time, opened the live broadcast room, and immediately many water friends poured in!

"I'm coming!"

""Sekiro" started, I have been waiting for a long time!"

They all want to see him play "Sekiro".

Shitou laughed: "Of course I played Sekiro today. Last time I tried it at the game exhibition, I still haven't enjoyed it yet!"

Let's play!
The deep narration slowly said: "At the end of the Sakura Warring States period..."

A fiery red maple leaf fell and flowed down a clear shallow stream full of pebbles.

Wearing straw sandals tied with hemp rope, stepping into the clear stream, a miscellaneous warrior with a yuedai hair combed his chest with one hand and staggered forward.

"The flames of war that have been raging across the country have not abated to this day."

The miscellaneous soldier's face and arms were covered with blood, he kept panting, his expression was full of exhaustion and pain, he limped into the maple forest, and looked back halfway, as if confirming that there was someone behind him. No enemy caught up.

"Even Weiming Country, which is located deep in the mountains and forests, is in flames."

However, just as he walked out of the maple forest, a bewildered expression appeared on his face again.

When the camera is zoomed out, this is also a battlefield where the sound of killing is loud. Two groups of warriors in different costumes are scattered in this open grass, fighting fiercely. The biggest difference between them is that one is wearing a bamboo hat, while the other No.

Those who should escape always can't escape. The miscellaneous soldier didn't expect that he escaped for a long time, but he fled back to the battlefield. His inner eight legs slowly opened, and he knelt down on the ground in a daze.

A soldier in bamboo hat knocked the enemy to the ground during the battle, cut his throat with a knife, turned his head and saw the deserter, stood up and swung the knife, shouted angrily, and was about to chop him off, but was caught A cold arrow shot pierced his throat, and he fell to the ground with an "uh ah".

The miscellaneous soldiers knelt on the ground, looking blankly at the soldiers in bamboo hats lying in front of them, their hands trembling as they wanted to stretch out and then retracted, for a moment they didn't know what to do.

Turning his head to look at the towering outposts in the distance, the wind blows wisps of black beacon smoke and falling maple leaves to the sky, looking extremely desolate.

"War, is it about to end..."

As the maple leaves turned to the clouds in the sky, the camera turned back 180 degrees, and the clear blue sky also turned into the dim yellow of the setting sun as the camera turned.

Here is a field of reeds, two warriors are fighting fiercely, one is tall and strong, wearing a red mask, holding a huge cross spear, while the other warrior looks much thinner, his face under the helmet looks like Some vicissitudes, there are bloodstains flowing down, but the eyes are as sharp as a lion.

After a few moves, the vicissitudes of life warrior bounced the spear away with his knife, turned around and stabbed the knife down into the foot of the tall and strong warrior, and roared in pain, the cross spear stabbed out like a dragon snake, The high-strength force kicked up the dust under his feet.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the vicissitudes of life samurai exerted all his strength, and the slender samurai sword firmly held the cross at the end of the spear, and it was difficult to save a single cent, but the hand holding the blade was already bleeding.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The vicissitudes of life warrior shouted angrily, withdrew the knife stealthily, and moved it towards the underarm of the tall and strong warrior. While the blood was splashing and the enemy was in pain, he stepped on his back, grabbed his head and cut his throat with the knife.

Stone couldn't help asking curiously: "Who is this person?"

Under the dusky sunset, the evening wind blew the reeds swaying like waves. The vicissitudes of life warrior turned his back on the body of the defeated powerful enemy, and with his sword unsheathed, he raised his voice and shouted forcefully and majestly towards the open field: "The enemy general, Tamura, has been defeated by me!"

The majestic voice echoed in the distance, and the screen gradually went black.

"This is the sword master—Weiming Yixin, the bloody battle of stealing the country."

Shi Shi guessed: "Sword Master Wei Ming Yixin, he looks like a powerful person at first glance, maybe he is our master!"

The sky was getting darker, and the setting sun was about to set completely. There was a gap between the foot of the mountain and the thick black clouds in the distance, shining on the tragic battlefield full of corpses. There were only two dilapidated buildings standing here. The sentry tower and the dim afterglow of the setting sun make the wilderness shrouded in a lonely atmosphere.

Many black crows flapped their wings and flew around the field with ominous "croaking" sounds, as if they were celebrating the coming feast of gluttony. A man with a braid as thick as an arm stepped into this desolate wilderness.

Beside the corpse of the soldier in bamboo hat, a thin hand picked up the blood-stained samurai sword.

is a wolf.

Shi Shi recognized it at a glance: "Oh, the wolf when I was a child!"

Although the face of the wolf is very young, but the temperament is the same as that of the grown-up, and there is only an indifference to death in the eyes.

Perhaps it is because he has lived in the brutal war since he was a child, lost his relatives and became an orphan, which gave the wolf a cold and numb heart.

Even though a great battle had just happened here, and the corpses scattered all over the field looked extremely tragic, his expression could not be shaken at all. He just looked at the samurai sword he picked up, as if judging whether it was still valuable.

He already carried two samurai swords on his back, maybe he wanted to collect some usable ones in exchange for some rations for survival.

The blade gently caressed the wolf's face, and immediately along the edge of the knife, several bloodstains meandered and flowed down, looking extremely terrifying, but the wolf's expression remained indifferent.

Indifference to the death of others is the same to oneself.

The feathers on the coat fluctuated with the wind, and the gray-haired old man held his knife point against the wolf's forehead condescendingly, without any change in the expression on his face, and commented lightly: "A wild dog that has lost its soul."

He lifted the tip of the knife away from the wolf's forehead, and raised it slowly, signaling the wolf to look up.

The wolf raised his head, and stretched out his hand, holding the knife point without fear.

In the last twilight of the setting sun, the standing burly old man and the young wolf kneeling on the ground are connected together by a samurai sword. Only fallen dead leaves flutter down with the wind, which seems to indicate a certain destiny invisibly.

There was a slight fluctuation in the old man's tone: "Oh? Do you want to follow me, hungry wolf."

The wolf held the small hand with the tip of the knife, a thin liquid fell into the afterglow, and slowly lowered his head.

Shitou said "Oh~", "So that's how the wolf came from. He was adopted by this man, and he was given a random name."

"Thus, the wolf who was picked up on the battlefield became an outstanding ninja after training."

The scene changed, and in the middle of the night, the wolf had grown up with a mature face, and the side face could still vaguely see the knife marks that were scratched that year.

"Remember the precepts of ninjas." The old man put his big hands on the shoulders of the kneeling wolf, and taught him earnestly, "You must remember the important people who are only important to your parents."

In the room where the wolf was kneeling, a ray of light shot through the crack of the door.

"From today onwards, that person is your master. You have to risk your life to protect it, and if it is taken away, you must rescue it."

The wolf raised his head and took a deep look in the direction of the house.

(End of this chapter)