Wolf boy

A month ago, the Kelei people lived in the Tekeqin Valley.

A group of more than [-] people were sent out of the place of residence. They were not in a hurry, but removed the horseshoe marks left behind as they walked, talking and laughing along the way, but they walked not slowly.

"Nuo Hai! Why didn't you ride your little red horse, but came to sit on your Atta's big horse?"

In addition to the tall and strong man, this group of people also mixed with a child wearing a soft sheepskin jacket. He is five years old this year, and his grandfather gave him a young brown pony, so the uncles all Make fun of him.

His father looked down at him lovingly. Nuo Hai was naturally stable and cautious. The patriarch said that he looked like a reflection of his ancestor, the wolf god, so he was named Tengger Nuohai, a tengu under the wolf god.

"The little red horse is too small to keep up with you."

Everyone nodded and laughed, and it was quite rare to make the child speak. Perhaps Nuo Hai really liked that little red horse.

So his father comforted him and said, "The horse grows fast. After the mountain wind blows through the winter, it will be the same as a big horse." Just like his youngest son, in a few years, he will grow into a warrior among Kret .

"Ata, what are you doing out of the valley this time?" The child was a little puzzled, and the tribe didn't like to travel normally.

"Well, there is a man named Huer Zahe in the upper part. He took a few brothers away from the tribe for too long. The patriarch was afraid that they would not find their way home, so we went to the old valley to leave some marks."

The child nodded, then stopped talking.

"You have been in the valley since you were born, and this time I want you to look at the grassland outside." As he spoke, the man drove the horse and took the child to gallop quickly between the wide grasslands.The wind blew across his cheeks, and Nuo Hai liked the feeling of galloping.

The route back to the old residence was tortuous and far away. Nuo Hai still remembered it at first, but after walking cautiously for half a month, he couldn't remember clearly, but he was not in a hurry, as long as he followed his father closely, he could go back again.

Near the valley where the former residence lived, the aquatic plants were not lush. Looking at it, Nuohai felt that it was not as good as Tekeqin, but maybe he was born in Tekeqin, so he subconsciously felt that there was nothing better than it.

He watched his father and uncles tidy up the old house, and even carved something crookedly on the hidden mountain wall. Nuo Hai walked towards the high mountain to the east of the old house with nothing to do.

That position should be the position of the tribal altar. The child walks very steadily. His physique is stronger than that of brothers of the same age. It is easy to climb a hill.

The altar is always sailing, and the clan will tear off a strip of precious fabrics of various colors, tie them into knots, and tie them around the hidden altar in the middle of the mountain wall. A knot is a prayer.

As soon as the wind passed, the sound left behind was like a slight and thin whisper of a wolf when it passed the rock wall.The praying knot made a "hula la" sound, and Nuo Hai raised his head, looking at the blue sky through the swaying gap of the old praying knot.

He knelt down, and quietly tore off the corner of his clothes, and tied a new knot of his own among the floating old cloth knots.

Although I don’t know what to pray for, let’s leave it empty for now, the child thought silently, when he really has an idea, it’s not a bad idea to report to Lord Wolf God, as his grandfather said, Lord Wolf God always treats them leniently.

After a while, his father under the small cliff of the altar called him to go down for dinner. They had cleaned up the old house well, maybe they could temporarily settle down when the lost clansmen came back.

But what came with the boiled jerky soup was the sound of horseshoes in groups outside the valley.All his uncles and his father drew their knives and hid themselves on guard. At the same time, they told Nuo Hai to hide on the altar and not to come out if there was noise outside!

Five-year-old Nuo Hai curled up beside the cold rock wall of the altar, listening to a large number of horseshoes entering the valley outside, shaking the ground, and constantly rubbing knives and guns piercing the strong felt tent.

Nuo Hai heard a stranger shouting in a language he didn't understand, and after a while, there was the sound of his father and uncles shouting for battle.

He looked down the rock wall, full of people, all knives, all blood, his father and more than twenty uncles were overwhelmed by "people" in an instant.

Panting heavily, Nuo Hai ran out of the altar, pulled out the small dagger from his waist, and rushed towards the dense knives and blood.

In the end, dozens of people held up guns, and desperately pushed Nuo Hai, who was covered in blood, to the ground.

"Report to the leader, this kid killed five of us! How to deal with it."

"What? Are they no match for a child?" But turning around and looking at the team full of corpses killed by more than [-] Klee people, the leader fell silent.

"Kill him, and then nail the corpses of these Kelei to a wooden frame! Those who tell them to come again will know that it is the heaven of the grassland!"

Nuo Hai couldn't understand what these people were saying, he was already very tired, his arm holding the dagger was numb, there were too many people, and he couldn't kill them all.His father and uncles were dead, he knew.

At this moment, the cold knife was pressed against his throat, and he was about to die. He couldn't go back to Tekeqin.

"It's just that this kid doesn't seem to be tall enough." The man holding the knife was a little embarrassed, so he asked the leader for instructions.

The leader was a little annoyed, "Pull it over to compare."

The child was dragged to the side of the carriage parked outside the valley, and the blade of the knife was pressed against the top of his head, almost an inch closer to the side of the rut.

The knife-wielder had no choice but to withdraw the knife, and the leader no longer cared about the child. He turned around to leave, but before turning around, he saw the eyes of the child who was not as high as the rut.

Cold, hateful, with a determined killing intent, it makes people shudder, like a wolf that wants to eat people.

The blood on the sheepskin jacket turned dark red. The child stared at the leader and said a word.

"бичамайгалахболно"

No one could understand, but all of them who saw those eyes understood that he would take revenge, and die.

No one dared to underestimate the hatred of a living Kled, even a child.

Finally, at the age of five, Tenggerino Hai was put on a heavy wooden shackle and locked with a heavy iron chain.

"Take him back, wait until he is tall enough, then kill him!"

Nuo Hai, who lost his family and became a slave and prisoner, was dragged to a camp a few mountains away, waiting to be killed in the daily training.

He was hungry and tired, but his hands were locked and he couldn't eat by himself, but someone poured him a bowl of broth every night.

They needed him to grow taller, and he was an inch from death.

The small shoulders could not bear the weight of the shackles, and the skin on the neck was worn out.In the quiet night, he was so painful that he was numb, the wind on the prairie blew across his cheeks, and the familiar sound of altar cloths seemed to be heard again in his ears.

Nuo Hai thought drowsily that he still had one more wish to pray. Looking at the sky full of stars, he silently recited in his mother tongue.

The most heroic and fearless wolf god under the sky, please let me live!The revenge has not been reported, and the person who should be killed has not been killed.

The dark clouds in the sky covered the moonlight, and in the dark camp, a tall gray wolf was hiding in the shadows, gradually approaching the closed-eyed child leaning on the wheel, it quietly sniffed the child's scent, and finally, in Nuo Under Hai's gaze, he lowered his head and bit the hemp rope tied around his feet...

Running, still running, a child with a heavy shackle around his neck crossed the mountain stream and high mountains with the gray wolf. After three days and three nights, he arrived at the former residence in the valley again, kneeling under the wooden frame nailed to his father.

Batch after batch of people came to search and arrest, which made Nuohai tired of avoiding, but in the end he was hidden and fed by wolves.

Until, a deep wolf howl came from the valley, all the wolves stood up one after another, and they respectfully raised their heads in agreement.

Afterwards, the gray wolf took the five-year-old Kled up to the rock of the altar again.

Across this stone platform, Tengrino Sea and the howling young man looked at each other from a distance, and they were reflected in the other's golden eyes.

The blood is beating.