brother wolf

Offerings, ghost dances, sacred spells and hallucinogenic herbs make up the ritual.

A special person put medicinal herbs on the three fires, and the smoke billowed, condensed and never scattered, and slowly diffused to the surrounding crowd, everyone was intoxicated in the mirage.

The men's faces were grim, their eyes were bloodshot, and their veins were twitching violently, as if they were fighting the enemy to the death. In the end, they must raise their hands high and cheer for victory.Even children are experiencing the hearty feeling of revenge.

The wizards of the clan sat on the high platform, closed their eyes, and chanted mysterious spells with a strange rhythm. One by one, the men walked to the feet of the wizards, knelt down on one knee, and raised their heads, begging the wizards for divine power. And by grace, in most cases, wizards will grant their pleas and sprinkle cool water over their heads.

Occasionally, the wizard would refuse to cast a spell. At this time, the man who was rejected would jump off the high platform in frustration, take up his weapon, and walk into the jungle silently.

After inhaling these herbs, my mind was also greatly affected.

I turned into a wolf and went back to the prairie, and I could almost feel the heat of the sun, and the strong smell of the prairie, the grass that was thick enough to overwhelm me, the shrubs that you had to be careful about, the scatter easily The fleeing antelope herd, and my "old friends", those ferocious and ugly hyenas.

I lurk in the grass, motionless, perhaps waiting for the best opportunity to hunt, perhaps fighting my enemy.

I can feel the wind and grass around me. At that time, the occasional rustling sound means that the target is getting closer. I told myself, don’t worry, wait a minute, this distance and this angle are not perfect, I need to be patient , So, I continued to lie on the ground, moving towards that place little by little.

Wolves have unimaginably sensitive senses, and we can tell what's going on around us and what's approaching based on the slightest changes.

I know I can succeed, I am strong, alert and experienced, I know what to do when, and I never take any meaningless risks, and I am never arrogant, so I can be in the grassland full of danger all the time. survived.

When I jumped out of the grass and rushed towards the target, I saw my body jumping in mid-air, and the prey I was reaching for with my sharp claws was the person I was most familiar with and closest to——the silver-gray fur of the boss in the sun Almost white.

He raised his head and looked at me with a conniving gaze, without avoiding, let alone resisting, he completely accepted the arrangement of fate, no matter what I would do to him.

I panicked and couldn't understand at all, why would my target be the boss?

I desperately wanted to control my body and shifted to the side, but my body had its own will, and it threw the boss down mercilessly. My mouth bit the boss's neck, and the hot blood soaked my body Throat, my claws tore open its belly, and its silver-gray fur was covered with blood, gurgling and forming a bloody puddle.

I killed the boss.

If wolves can shed tears, I think I must be crying bitterly.

When I finally jumped out of that nightmare, gasping for breath, I couldn't bear to look Boss in the eye.

The boss's blood and flesh seemed to be still in my stomach, I couldn't help but get up and vomit on the ground.

too disgusting!too disgusting!

Why did I have such a terrible illusion.

I can't figure out my own psychology, the boss patted me on the back, I shook my head at him, telling him to stay away from me, now I am terrible, maybe one day I go crazy, everything in the dream will come true real.

I pushed away his leaning body and threw away the towel he handed me.

The boss clapped his hands, and looked at me with some incomprehension in his dark brown eyes, probably thinking that I was a little out of order due to the pain, but he didn't mind my irritability.

The boss's face is very gentle, I don't know what he saw in the hallucination caused by the herbs, but it is always a good thing, which makes his eyes have a rare smile.

I sat beside me silently, staring blankly at the three fires, and next to my ears was the wizard singing rhythmically, which was long and mysterious. I suddenly felt that everything in front of me was disgusting, whether it was The magicians who have died but not only haunted them, but also the tribal people and their descendants who were used by the magicians, all of them.

This sense of anxiety evaporated from the depths of my heart and gradually fermented, making it increasingly difficult for me to control the destructive impulse.

My fingers trembled, and the beast that was suppressed in my heart began to break free from the chain. It poked its head out, looked at this novel and strange world, and let out its first roar.

A lavender flame was burning on the tip of my middle finger. I looked at it like a demon. The boss also noticed my abnormality. He grabbed my hand and tried to extinguish the flame, but the flame seemed to be possessed by the devil. The same thing, whether you put it out with clothes, water it, or just bury your fingers in the soil, it doesn't do anything.

It was still burning, but without the slightest heat.

I knew it was magic fire, the result of the spontaneous operation of the magic power in my body.

The strange chants of the wizard, as well as the steaming herbal smoke around me, seemed to be a trigger. They made the magic power in my body ready to move, and finally, a small magic flame was formed.

The boss held my wrist tightly, he looked at the fire with a solemn face, and then looked at me, his face was shining with a strange light under the purple magic fire, which made him The upright and handsome face was stained with a layer of evil.

A charter woman screamed. While looking at my hand, she rolled up to the high platform, knelt down in front of the wizard, pointed at me, and said something cracklingly.

The wizard's closed eyes finally opened, he looked towards us, stood up, and walked towards us.

Under his order, this night ceremony began to come to an end. The Charters wore masks and danced a primitive and unrestrained "ghost dance" around the three fires.

The wizard stood in front of me and looked at my hands. He was not old, he could even be called young and vigorous. With complex patterns painted on his face, he looked like an ordinary barbarian tribal chief, but his eyes were full of wisdom.

He spoke as if into a chant, "I feel the strength in you, my child, you are a remnant of the persecuted, and fate brought you to Chartres, where we all, like you, and me, people, last refuge, and place of belonging," he said.

I gasped, the loss of strength in my body made me dizzy, I felt weak, I forced a smile, "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, I'm not a remnant of those who were persecuted, I'm just a person who was forced to accept my fate. "

The wizard shook his head, as if he didn't quite agree with my words, "No, fate chose you, and you became one of the 'inheritors'."

I looked at him in surprise, "'One of the inheritors'? Isn't there only one, and only one inheritor?"

The wizard smiled mysteriously, "My child, do you think our great ancestors, those extremely clever magicians, would put all their eggs in one basket?"

The wizard looked up at the sky.

The field full of stars, clusters of stars, meteors splashing sparks, lighting up the darkness, and streaking across the silver abyss.

The wizard lamented the impermanence of fate, "The magicians have prepared many seeds. For hundreds of years, my ancestors watched many seeds disappear into the darkness, and also saw many seeds struggle. survived."

The boss frowned, "What do you mean?"

"You must think that we Chalters are a closed barbaric tribe?" The wizard laughed, "For hundreds of years, we have sent countless tribesmen into your world to carefully observe and care for those seeds, including Ignatius is included. We inherit the legacy of our ancestors and wait for the time to come, blood for blood revenge, and now, maybe the time is finally ripe." He calmly threw out a surprise that surprised us name.

The boss and I looked at each other. We were not very interested in the secrets of magic. If we hadn't accidentally gotten involved with Ignatius, maybe we would never know that there are such a group of people lurking in the shadow of history in this world. people in.

"Since he is one of you, can you save her?" the boss asked in a deep voice.

"I can save him," said the wizard.

The boss and I were immediately ecstatic. It seemed that this trip was not in vain. Although we suffered a bit, it was worth it.

"But," continued the wizard.

I really hate this transitional sentence pattern.

I looked at him, "But—what?"

"Your inheritance is not complete. If you are cured, it means that one seed is missing. This is an unacceptable situation." The wizard said, "You must keep the magic power, and."

He motioned for a girl next to her to come over. This girl was big-handed, plump and strong. She looked at me and the boss without any shyness, "You must plant your seeds in her stomach to let it take root and germinate."

I looked at the girl's naked and flat belly, "—"

Is this what I think it means?I looked at the wizard with shock and suspicion.

The boss's face was ashen, and he was about to stand up and beat the wizard, but the girl lowered her head when she heard this, and looked at me out of the corner of her eye, with a submissive expression on her face.

The wizard looked at me like a stallion, as if he was judging my reproductive ability, he nodded, "The more seeds the better, people with magical powers can often leave offspring with magical blood. The wizards of the world do the same."

He seemed to take this tradition very much for granted.

However, I feel insulted. Even if I want to have sex, I don't want to have sex with someone else, and I don't want to do it under the orders and instigation of others.

The wizard may have sensed my displeasure, and he didn't force us to agree immediately, but stood up, "Think carefully, the ceremony will be carried out tomorrow night." After speaking, he turned and left the open space, approached That single, rectangular wooden house.

A dead silence.

I could hear the heavy breathing of the boss next to him, he seemed to be suppressing his strong emotions and anger that had nowhere to vent.

And I was lying on the ground tiredly, closing my eyes gently, I heard myself say something like, "Let's go back."

The boss inserted his hand into my hair and combed it not too gently, "No, we want to stay, Seles, no matter what, I want you to survive."

My hair hurt a little from being pulled, but this slight pain made me quickly fall into sleep.