brother wolf

Golden Retriever's rotten life has finally received its retribution, not from those drunken pirates, but from his old and wounded body.

In that storm, his broken ribs pierced into his lungs, and he was exiled on a deserted island. He survived with his strong body, but there were still hidden dangers. Afterwards, on that deserted island " In "Hunting", he was shot by a cold arrow again, and the old wound was opened.

His body is like a highly operating machine, which has left irreparable wear and tear, and his overdrawn body can no longer support the violent reaction during transformation.

He lost the strong physique that the lion kings rely on for survival, so it was difficult to accept this fact for a while, and he became so depressed.

I don't know how to comfort him. For beasts on the prairie, losing a healthy body means death.

I once saw a lioness whose paw was only stabbed by thorns. She tried to hunt with a limp, but failed countless times. In the end, she could only lie helplessly on a dense bush In the bushes, I looked at those sharp Sansevieria leaves with lonely eyes—maybe I foresaw my own fate. A few days later, I found that it was being stared at by several hyenas. After that, I never looked around again. Been to its figure.

So I tolerated his indulgence. He needs time to accept this and find a new way of life. At this moment, I am glad that he has become a human being. After all, it is possible for human beings to survive without a healthy body. .

We stayed on the island of Mitalas for several days. After settling everything, we decided to leave here and go to Tyre. The storm arranged a send-off dinner for us.

They didn't ask me who suddenly appeared in front of everyone, as if I should appear here for granted.

This dinner is different from those extravagant banquets in St. Roch City that pay attention to taste and style. There is a pirate atmosphere everywhere, the boldness and indulgence that are unique to the upstarts and desperadoes, and scantily clad women sit next to you. Reaching out to pour you wine, in the middle is a dancer who is invited to dance an exotic dance. I have no doubt that when the wine is hot, the men on the field will grab any woman around them and have sex on the spot.

Sexual intercourse is a word invented by human beings. I prefer to call this kind of behavior purely following the instinct of the body as copulation.

Storm sat in the middle of the hall, with Golden Retriever and Leonard on his left and right. The only thing that surprised me about this dinner was that the little pirate sitting behind Storm was actually Art.

He sat there quietly, with bandages on his legs, maybe because I was always staring at him, Art shrank back unconsciously under my gaze.

The golden retriever said something forward, and the storm laughed, and he pulled Art over, "Oh, Art is my little wasp, you know, there are always times when you need to sting those who are disobedient."

It seems that Art is a spy placed by the storm next to Black Axe. No wonder he gave the golden retriever the bottle of wine and the dagger.

In the face of the storm, the black ax will be the dish on his plate sooner or later, as he chooses, the cunning pirates have not yet learned these moves.

Art smiled shyly. At first glance, he looked like those hard-working teenagers on the farm, honest and simple. When he saw the peasant girl walking past, he lowered his head and raked the grass with red faces.

I think Storm probably arranged his subordinates among the large and small pirate groups in the Inner Sea long ago, waiting for the opportunity to subdue them in one fell swoop.

The woman sitting next to me probably couldn't bear it anymore, her warm body leaned towards me, her slippery hands wrapped around my arms like snakes, I hurried to hide, but she gave me the cloak Torn apart a little.

The covered silver hair leaked out. This rare hair color, matched with my face, always attracts people's attention. For example, the woman next to me who probably knew that she had done something wrong, covered her mouth, looked at me in surprise.

I smiled and pulled up the hood of the cloak. After seeing my face, the woman next to me didn't know why and stopped moving. The woman hooked her fingers and looked straight at her. The woman seemed to be bewitched. She forgot her duties on my side and leaned towards the golden retriever.

The golden retriever surrounded by women is like a male lion surrounded by lionesses in a lion pride, with the air of a spoiled stallion. I have to admit that my statement is not objective. It should be said that he is a man of ten thousand people. fan.

At first I thought this party would go on like this, but things tend to make some waves when they are calm, and let you know that life is never so lacking in excitement.

For example, the three familiar men who walked in from the door almost made me stand up on the spot.

It turned out to be Ignatius' apprentice Malros, who had been missing for a long time, and his two subordinates.

Oh, by God Celtic, is this man everywhere?Why do you meet him everywhere you go?

Although his profession is a mercenary, is there a place where he can be useful here?According to this person's pious belief in gold coins, maybe here, he can also find a gold owner who can afford a huge fee.

Malros squinted those small eyes, with an artificial and unnatural smile on his face, walked up to the storm, bowed slightly, his demeanor still had the necessary respect, however, from his cold expression Deep in his eyes, one could see his disapproval and contempt for the pirate king in front of him.

Malros may not be a real magician, but the magician's eccentric pride and contempt for the world have been completely inherited in him, and because of his little tricks that are enough to threaten ordinary people, let this The contempt that lurked deep in his heart intensified.

Storm stood up, raised his wine glass, and shouted towards the hall, "Let us welcome guests from afar, Malros of the Magic Fang!"

The pirates down there were yelling, and he seated Malros and his men next to me, which made me a little uncomfortable.

The inexplicable connection between me and Malroth, Ignatius's hatred for him, affected me, so that I could feel the faint commotion of the normally quiet magical ability.

A magician can easily find the traces of other magicians around him, unless the magician uses special spells or herbs to cover his breath.

Neither of us are magicians, but the weak and almost negligible magic power in us is still playing its role. After sitting down, Malros observed me with those slender eyes. The cold eyes licked my whole body like a snake. I don't know if he sensed something was wrong.

Malrose picked up his glass. "Your Excellency, you remind me of an old man," he said. "You carry his breath in you, oh, you don't even have that priestly air of being unmoved by anything. Somewhat like him." Malrose laughed, "Every time I see him, I think of the golden crown on the altar." He shook his finger, "But, you must not be fooled by him, this person is definitely not a dove of peace, It's Tydeus, the god of the underworld."

I listened to his words calmly, raised my glass and saluted him back, and after taking a sip of the wine, I said, "You - you said - this person - is terrible."

Malros laughed, "It's nothing to be afraid of." He made a gesture of slashing with a knife, "When you take off his serious mask, underneath." He snorted twice, what's wrong with the bottom It goes without saying.

I felt a little thirsty in my throat, so I had to take another sip of wine. I don't know why he mentioned Ignatius in front of me.

Maybe I really still have the breath of the magic power passed to me by Ignatius. Malroth is familiar with this breath, which reminds him and makes him start chattering, not at all like the coldness at the beginning mercenary leader.

That kind of memory may not be very good. I can imagine that between the stern, stern and unreasonable Ignatius all the year round, and the bad boy who started to slip into crooked ways, the inevitable existence and deteriorating contradictions and frictions.

The golden retriever who was drinking beside me suddenly pushed a woman to Malros, pointed at him and said lazily, "Dear Melissa, pour him some wine, let him see the beauty of women on Mithras Island." Charm, look, at this kind of banquet, this guest can only chat with one man, you, you, and you." Golden Retriever pointed to the three women beside him, "Don't you think he ignores you all? ?"

The women laughed together, their plentiful breasts looming in the thinly clothed clothes, which immediately attracted Malroth's attention.

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, and I was afraid that if I continued talking, maybe I would really say something that shouldn't be said.

The banquet continued, and at the end, as I expected, the scene became chaotic.

The golden retriever stood up from the crowd of women, took my arm, and said goodbye to the storm. We passed a pair of men and women who were immersed in the most primitive rhythm, and slowly walked out of the gate.

After ten days or so of sailing, we finally came to the city of Tyre.

More than two years ago, after the boss and I were caught, we embarked on a journey to Saint Rocco City from here, and then encountered many thrilling things. I changed from a white wolf that was not yet fully grown into the present , who can only hide his hands in his sleeves, who is not very convenient to move, and who is also not very articulate.

The city of Tire remains unchanged, the tall wall made of red rocks, the moat is still flowing quietly, the wide suspension bridge is full of people coming and going, and the entire road is full of horse-drawn carriages. The prosperity of the city.

Just after I settled down, I asked Candy to take me to the nearby high mountains to meet the Black Wolf King, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

The climate near Tyre is a bit like a grassland, it is so hot and dry. The mountain is very tall and stands there, it seems not far away. When I was really walking on the road, I realized that there is no day. Maybe it won't get there at all.

If you think about it, a place suitable for wild beasts must be far away from the field of human activities. Human beings are eating up the entire land like locusts, and the areas of forests, grasslands, and swamps that can be inhabited are becoming less and less. This is a reality that we have no choice but to face. .

Candy took me to the wooden house where a hunter was resting when he entered the mountain. We put down our simple luggage, and Candy lit a fire and started cooking.

The game left by the hunters was still hung on the walls of the wooden house. Candy walked over unceremoniously, took a piece of meat, and cooked a pot of thick porridge. Perhaps this is the practice of hunters.

Candy told me that the Black Wolf King had already established a new pack of wolves in the Marcus Mountains and became the wolf king. The wolf pack he led became the largest and most terrifying pack in the entire Marcus Mountains. Every hunter who comes in and out of Marcus will carefully avoid the wolves.

However, Candy was not afraid of the black wolf king who made people talk about it. He told me that it was the black wolf king who saved him in that accident. Later, he was the one who brought the black wolf king to Maku Si Mountains, after which they became friends.

I quietly listened to him talking about the legend of the Black Wolf King, saying that if he picked up the child brought into the mountain by the hunter and threw him in front of this wooden house, he said how he became the leader of the wolf pack, and he said it vividly and vividly, as if I saw it with my own eyes.

I listened to the stories he told with a smile, and nodded frequently. With my encouragement, he talked more and more vigorously. The Black Wolf King began to be deified by him, and he did many incredible things.

In the middle of the night, I heard the howling of wolves in the forest outside.

Candy next to me was still sound asleep, so I quietly pushed open the door and walked out. There was a bright moon outside, tearing a hazy white veil over the whole world.

At this time, I felt a sharp pain, as if my whole body was crushed and rebuilt, the pain made me kneel on the ground, my whole body twitched, my hands scratched the ground desperately, and there was a silent roar from the depths of my throat. As if being fished out of the water, my sweat-soaked hair hangs down my cheeks.

I heard the sound of lightly stepping on dry grass, raised my head, and saw not far away, a black shadow standing there, with green eyes shining faintly.

That is the Black Wolf King.

I propped myself up on the ground and stood up slowly. For some reason, I wanted to laugh out loud.

Behind it, several wolves came out one after another. They scattered around the black wolf king, staring at me covetously.

The younger brother of the black wolf king roared at them, and those wolves whimpered a few times, as if a little unwilling, they walked slowly into the depths of the woods, looking back at the black wolf king who was walking towards me slowly.

The proud black wolf king stood three steps away from me, staring at me, I don't know how long it took, my feet felt a little numb, it finally came over, I let it walk around me without moving Turned around a few times, sniffing the hem of my clothes, and finally, it stuck out its tongue and licked the back of my hand.

My hand moved slightly.

The Black Wolf King led the way, while I slowly followed behind.

Fortunately, the moonlight is good tonight, and the branches cast a decent shadow, but it didn't bring too much hindrance.

We don't have any purpose, the black wolf king seems to lead me, a new member, to patrol the territory and hunt in ambush.

It caught an antelope on the way, and precisely bit the antelope's neck. The antelope kicked its powerful hind legs, and finally lost its strength and calmed down.

After the black wolf king ate all the internal organs of the antelope, he left the rest of the meat to me.

It gave a low growl and motioned me to come to the front and eat.

I gave a wry smile and shook my head at it. It seemed a little puzzled, but it didn't force it. It just continued to lead me to the depths of the woods, maybe to the habitat of wolves.

But my feet had reached their limit and I stopped.

It looked back at me and growled lowly, as if urging me.

It still sees me as one of the pack, which I'm glad to find out, but I can't go with it.

I imitated the roar of a wolf with human vocal cords, trying to communicate with it, but maybe my imitation ability was too poor, and the Black Wolf King became a little anxious.

I just stopped growling, looked at it, and turned slowly back and forth.

For a long time, there was no movement behind me.

When I walked about 100 meters away, I heard the wind from the fast running, and was about to turn around to see what happened, but was swooped by a black shadow and fell to the ground.

The Black Wolf King looked down at me, his green eyes glistened with blood, and his fangs shone white under the moonlight.

I watched it lower its head and bite its mouth towards my throat.

To die at the mouth of the black wolf king, or to die in the pain of burning his body, I don't know which is more sad.