brother wolf

Facing the roar and fangs of the Black Wolf King, I can only be thankful that I still have the ability to respond quickly. I slammed my elbow into the head of the Black Wolf King, and kicked at its fragile abdomen with my kicks.

The black wolf king rolled to the side and had already escaped my attack.

It stood in front of me, as quietly as the night, as if the fierce attack just now had never happened at all.

I don't understand why it suddenly attacked me, so I can only guard against its surprise attack carefully.

However, it didn't rush over again, but after taking two steps back and forth, it turned around and rushed into the dark dense forest.

Leaving mine in place, I waited for a while, but there was no movement around, only the rustling of leaves being blown by the wind, the noisy chirping of summer insects, and the croaking of night owls hunting.

What these noisy voices bring is not restlessness, but the calm that diffuses from the depths of my heart.

When I returned to the wooden house, the dew had already fallen, and a little bit of water droplets fell on the tip of the leaves, which had been evaporated before the sun came out.

While Candy was preparing breakfast, I told him that I didn't plan to go back to Tyre for the time being, but wanted to live on Mount Marcus for a while.

I waved my hand to stop his hurried words of persuasion, took a piece of bark, and carved a few words on it, "Give it to Lloyd Russells."

Kandy showed me some daily necessities in this wooden house, and after I got familiar with it, he saluted me and returned to Tyre with the piece of bark in his arms.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief when his back finally disappeared from sight. My straight back was slightly hunched, and my whole body seemed to be hollowed out. I felt very tired. I sat listlessly on the jujube tree in front of the wooden house. Under the coconut tree.

The tree is still young, with a tall, straight trunk and pinnately compound leaves covered with green dates, just waiting for the season to ripen.

In the next few days, I didn’t move, and I drank a few sips of cold water when I was thirsty, but I was hungry. To be honest, I didn’t feel hungry at all. The food that Candy prepared for me before leaving finally broke down on the third day It fell off, smelling of corruption, and I threw it into the woods not far away.

In this short period of time, I felt that I had lost a lot of weight. All the muscles in my body had shrunk and disappeared. The robe was loose and my white hair was knotted. When I woke up every day, I could rest my head There were handfuls of fallen hairs.

I twirled a hair and looked at it, but it didn't have the slightest luster.

The black wolf king has been wandering not far or near me. Occasionally, I can see its black and graceful figure flashing through the woods. They are terrified.

Before I noticed it, I became nervous about the movements of the Black Wolf King.

I must be ashamed of my cowardice.

Because after a few days of thinking, I finally figured out why the Black Wolf King suddenly attacked me that day. It may have doubts whether I am the white wolf or not. It uses fighting methods to identify the difference , I hope my poor reaction at the time didn't disappoint it.

I can't live long.

Although Harrick handed me Ignatius' suicide note, which mentioned a way to relieve my pain, that way was like a mirage, seemingly real, but inaccessible.

On the fourth day, when I recovered from another wave of pain, I opened my eyes covered with sweat, and there was a black figure in front of me.

The Black Wolf King stood in front of me, licking the sweat off my face with his warm tongue.

It feels my intense pain and is comforting me with the unique healing methods of animals on the grassland.

I raised my weak hand to touch its head, but when I got close to it, it bared its teeth and jumped back, so I had to withdraw my hand.

I forgot, this is the proud black wolf king, it is not the kind of beast that you can touch around casually.

It looked at me from a distance, its black fur was smooth and supple, I saw it throw a rabbit to my side, then turned and approached the woods.

I stood up, walked over, picked up the rabbit, and definitely lived up to its kindness.

The rabbit was skinned, cleaned, coated with salt and some spices, set up with a wooden stick, lit a fire, and put the rabbit on it to roast. After a while, I smelled a strong aroma.

My stomach, which I haven't felt for a long time, seems to be attracted a little bit, but I still haven't eaten much.

Seeing that there was more than half of the roast rabbit left, I decided to make the best use of it.

I cut down a tree branch to make a wooden staff. I looked at the soles of my feet and sighed again. Now it’s not like before. The burden on the body is too heavy, so use as little as possible if you can.

I moved slowly along the road that the black wolf king took me that day.

On the way, I met a wolf. The wolf looked at me with green eyes for a while, then turned around and ran away.

I looked around and felt that I was leaning on a wooden stick and looked weak, which should be the best hunting target for the wolf, but it really gave up this plan.

Maybe it's because it's too careful and feels that it can continue to test it, or the smell left by the Black Wolf King on my body warned it.

I don’t know how long I’ve been walking. I feel that my feet have been punctured several times by the thorns in the ground. Raise the cubs.

Finally, I saw the dawn of hope. The Black Wolf King appeared in front of me, looking at me with deep green eyes, as if he didn't understand why I appeared here.But it didn't stop me from approaching either.

The black wolf king seemed to have established absolute leadership over the pack of wolves, and the young male wolves who were trying to attack me were all frightened by its roar and backed away with their tails between their legs.

I lived next to the wolves, and I walked around in the wolves' den every day. At the beginning, the wolves were full of guard against me, but after a few days, when I was infected with wolves all over my body. After the breath of the swarm, they completely relaxed their vigilance towards me.

A few wolf pups even became my friends.

The prey here is richer and lacks other competitors, because it is not as harsh as on the grassland. These young wolves are all chubby and fluffy. They crawled around me mischievously. When it was time, I would take them by the neck and send them back to the female wolf. At this time, the female wolf would look at me lazily, turn around, and go to lick these disobedient little things.

What I'm trying to figure out is whether these young wolves are the children of the Black Wolf King, but after several days of observation, I still can't come to a conclusion. The Black Wolf King is still the same as on the grassland, proud and lonely, and it becomes a pack The leader of the wolf pack, guarding the entire wolf pack, accepting stray wolves, and raising future members of the wolf pack, but for some reason, there is never a partner standing by his side.

But most of the time, I would sit in the place I chose as my den and sleep peacefully, or rather, I had to sleep deeply.

Every time I fall asleep, I don't know if I will wake up next time.

Most of the time, when I wake up, I can see the Black Wolf King not far away, standing or lying down, and those cubs are playing around beside him, chasing and biting each other Touching the opponent's fur, trying to knock them over to the ground. Occasionally, one of them exerted too much strength, and the other pup screamed when it was hurt. At this time, the black wolf king would walk over and bite The naughty cub's neck, flicking it aside, let it reflect on its own.

But after only a short while, the pups would creep back and join the frolicking pups, thinking no adult wolves had noticed them.

I am very happy here, as if I am back on the prairie.

If possible, I think it would be a good choice to die here, at least, you can be closer to the boss, as well as the Golden Retriever and Black Wolf King.

However, on the seventh day, when I woke up from a certain stupor, I saw the Black Wolf King anxiously walking around beside me, pushing me with his paws and licking my face with his tongue , trying to wake me up, if I don't wake up again, it might bite down mercilessly.

I watched its sharp white teeth flashing in front of me, and quickly shrank back.

It growled at me several times, and I detected a warning of danger from its low growl.

In this Marcus Mountains, is there also an enemy of this mighty wolf pack?

I stood up, and the black wolf king was trotting ahead of me, stopping every now and then so that I could catch up with him.

We passed through the habitat of the wolves, which was empty, and even the cubs had disappeared. I looked at the ground. Although the footprints were messy, there were no other beasts or human footprints. They should have been moved by adult wolves.

Although the Black Wolf King had slowed down as much as possible, it was still difficult for me to catch up. When I was panting and holding on to a nearby tree to stop, I shook my head at it, indicating that I had no strength left.

The danger that the wolves can avoid should be enough to threaten my life, but my body has reached its limit, it refuses to obey my orders, and I can only stay in place helplessly waiting for it to recover and regain its strength.

The Black Wolf King turned back and forth anxiously, looking at me from time to time, and then at the woods behind us, as if there would be enemies running out there at any moment, which made my nerves even more tense.

It came over and held the hem of my clothes in its mouth, trying to pull me away, but the wolf's bite force was ten times its own body weight, but, facing such a "huge living creature" like me, it wanted to pull me away. Running, obviously a little unrealistic.

I made a gesture to let it go first, to catch up with the wolves that had already retreated first, but the black wolf king didn't seem to understand my gesture, it walked to the tree next to me, and lay down.

Its behavior of resolutely living and dying with me moved me so much and made me anxious. If I just took my own risk, then maybe I would not care about what might happen next, but with the black wolf next to me Wang, I can no longer be so detached.

I don't like to be held back, or to make things happen to others just for my own sake.

So I took a few deep breaths, and the intense air hit my lungs, making me feel waves of needle-like stings, but after doing this a few times, I seemed to feel my strength come back a little.

I stayed on that stick and started to move forward. The Black Wolf King turned his head and glanced at me, and continued to lead the way, but this time, his speed was slower.

We walked through the sparse woods, and I looked behind me with a frowning look. I saw all kinds of traces left by me, broken branches, scratches from wooden sticks, chaotic footsteps, etc. No matter what was behind us, they We can easily find our hiding place by following these road signs like guiding lights.

Our speed was too slow, and we were finally caught up by the people behind.

When those hunters with hounds appeared in front of us, I turned to look at the Black Wolf King. Could it be that these hunters were the ones he was avoiding?

Although they possess excellent weapons, they are only five in number, and they are definitely not opponents of the wolves. Even the Black Wolf King alone can defeat them one by one.

The hunters were stunned when they saw me suddenly appearing in the woods, but then they waved their hands and directed the hounds to surround the Black Wolf King.

Maybe they regarded me as a mountain-climbing traveler who was trapped by the Black Wolf King and was about to lose his life.

I watched them cautiously approaching the Black Wolf King, and I waved my hand at the Black Wolf King. It glanced at me, and finally turned around and ran into the depths of the forest. Those hunters walked by and chased after them. One of them was When passing me, he hurriedly said, "It's dangerous here, hurry down and go to a safe place."

I waved my hand to signal that I knew it, but I still followed them.

Seeing this group of hunters who don't know how to live or die, don't know what to rely on, they go deep into the deepest part of the woods, biting the wolves tightly, as if they will not give up until they achieve their goal.

The person behind the break noticed that I was following behind and persuaded me a few times, but was fooled by me smiling as if I didn't understand. In the end, he probably couldn't do anything, seeing that I didn't cause any trouble, so he warned me After giving me a moment, he acquiesced to follow me.

I found that they seemed to be waiting for something, and they were not particularly eager to rush to fight the wolves.

This kind of practice is very familiar, and my face is a little bad, which brings back my memories of being caught by humans on the grassland.

Sure enough, not long after, four or five men walked up behind me. They were the "Magic Tooth" mercenary group. Malros, the leader, narrowed his cold eyes slightly because he saw me unexpectedly appearing here.

He held a disc in his withered hand, with faint magical fluctuations on it, a smile appeared on his originally stiff face, "Your Excellency Seles, why did you appear here?" He looked around and shook his head , with a disapproving expression on his face, "Such a dangerous place."

I nodded, "I——here—retreat." I casually pointed in a direction, "The wooden house."

He nodded, "I heard that you are not in good health, but here is not a good place." He said in a very deliberate tone, "There is a forest on the outskirts of St. It's a great place to rest."

I didn't seem to catch what he meant, "Saint Roque—even the—outskirts—too noisy—"

He slowly approached me, the gorgeous robe did not conceal the cold and cruel aura on his body at all, he seemed to be a little impatient at last, for the temptation of those words, "I think, you must know Ignatius That old man, right?" He stood less than half a step away from me and said in an affirmative tone.

He pretended to sniff around with his hooked nose, "I've smelled Ignatius since the first time I saw you."

He is really a thorough "respect for the teacher".

In view of the hatred between him and Ignatius, I suspect that if he is sure that I have a relationship with Ignatius, then he will not hesitate to kill me. The reason why he is still hesitating now is because of consideration Boss and Golden Retriever, and his possible employer, Leonard of Tyre Mall, might even have thought of the storm.

I cursed in my heart for the mess Ignatius left me, not only passing on that pathetic "inheritor" to me, but also bringing along a sworn enemy along the way.

I was noncommittal to what Malros said. He dangled the disk in front of me, as if he was very proud, "I know that old man is dead, huh, I have something I have always wanted. That dead old man put When I lied to be his apprentice, I once said that I would pass that thing on to me, and later, we broke up." He greedily stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, almost touching his nose, "That Stuff that will make me a true mage—the only one in the world."

I thought about it, there was no such thing in Ignatius' relics, and I was too lazy to deal with him, "That—forest—you can—find—all—." Ignatius I didn't touch any of Si's things. If he wants, he can take them all.

"No, I feel it, that thing is on you." He looked at me coldly with narrowed eyes.

On my body?

I don't have anything magical about me except that bit of magic that Ignatius passed on to me that I don't need.

I remembered that the reason why Ignatius hired him as an apprentice was to find a "inheritor", so what he promised, the thing that could become a real magician, would not be the "inheritor" identity?

Unexpectedly, someone would grab this hot potato.

I really want to hand it over to him, but there is nothing I can do, because I have lost the ability to inherit, and fate will end with me, but this explanation is too powerless for Malros, who has a deep obsession. will believe.

I thought for a while, "Yes—here—but—" I pointed to the hunter not far away who came to call them, "Let—this—wolves go."

Malros didn't expect that I would make this request. He waved his hand, and immediately his subordinates retreated, "I promise you, now, just follow me."

I walked among them slowly, and they surrounded me back and forth. When I finally walked out of the woods, I saw the Black Wolf King standing on the weathered stone on the top of the mountain in the distance, looking at this side.