The peaceful town in the north, in the primeval forest.

Legend has it that there will be eccentrics and spirits here, wild people and aliens who smuggled south of the Great Wall......

In the town of Peace, there are often troubadours who tell the secrets of the primeval forests of the north, and the poems are sung like this:

I have read thousands of ancient scrolls, wandering among myths and legends.

Achilles with his treasure, Hercules' aptitude.

God's free control, and the demon's roar.

Apparently these have disappeared into the primeval forest.

You say, you want to go, you want to take risks.

Then go to the primeval forests of the north.

The blessing of the fairy tale,

are found in primeval forests.

The lost treasure,

are found in primeval forests.

The mysterious race,

are found in primeval forests.

Those brave adventurers,

are found in primeval forests.

......

The wind is the singer here, and all kinds of trees and plants dance wildly to the accompaniment of their limbs.

In the early morning, countless creatures wake up here, parade and shuttle through the grass, hunting, evading, intermingling, and fleeing.

Dawn arrives, and night creatures and solitary creatures retreat from behind the curtains.

From now on, it will be a world of social creatures.

The night of escape made Pique toss and turn, and from time to time the images of the Knight of Light riding and chasing after him appeared, and recalled that the horses had broken the fence and raised their spears, and Pique's body couldn't help but tremble.

Today was destined to be a sleepless night, but he was so tired that he finally fell asleep at dawn.

The stiff body rested, and the tense features stretched, and Pique had never felt so tired, even if he sometimes had to chop wood for seven or eight hours a day, he had never felt so tired as he was today.

There seemed to be a flame burning in his heart, so that his spirit could not relax for a moment, and the flame burned more and more, spreading to all internal organs, making his mouth dry and upset.

His mind was greatly affected, and the sleeplessness of the night also made him extremely tired, and his sluggish spirit finally could not resist, and he was like a deflated balloon, paralyzed by a tree and fell asleep.

The sound of the wind was so disturbing that it hurt his ears, but fortunately there were unknown birds, singing unknown songs, hypnotizing him.

Dreams are warm, with warm autumn sunshine, a stream where I used to play and fish as a child, singing, and laughter.

In the dream, he returned to his childhood, and there seemed to be no troubles in his small body.

His father picked him up from behind and gently wrapped his strong arms around him.

He buried his head in his chest and muttered, "Father, let's go home, I'm so tired." ”

The father said with a simple voice and a smile, "Okay, dear little Peake, I'll take you home." ”

Soon, his father carried him back to the house.

In front of him, there was a simple wooden fence courtyard, and his father put him down and took him into the yard.

A few stumps of trees that were easy to chop wood stood in the courtyard, a house with the color of rotten wood throughout, and before he even entered, he seemed to have seen the picture of the house: a simple table, a simple window, and a mural full of oppression painted on the wall......

"No! it's not our home. He screamed, and when he turned around, his father was still there.

Outside the fence was a black, silver-armored cavalry, spear in hand, chanting hymns, and then charging.

"Don't!"

Peake sat up from the grass suddenly, the dazed dreamscape making him sweat profusely, the wind running across his cheeks, and an icy chill running through his body.

"Father?"

As if inspired by some kind of inspiration, he looked around, in the shadows of the trees, in the grass, and found no trace of his father.

But out of sight, there was a rustling sound, like the sound of feet stepping on dead leaves.

The wind stopped at this moment, and the birdsong did not know when it would disappear.

Finally, as far as Pique's eyes could see, a gray figure slowly stepped out of the shadows, with strong forelimbs, gray-black hair, and oily green eyes.

It's the Timberwolves!

In the weeds and trees behind it, there were countless eyes, their eyes glowing green, staring at the two uninvited guests.

It's not one! It's a group! Countless green eyes glowed, revealing indifference and cruelty.

Seeing this, Pique's hairs couldn't help but stand on end, and a chill burst out from his head, and cold sweat instantly hit his whole body.

"Run, Big Black Feet!" Peake, his lips quivered, and he hissed at Big Black Feet, who was standing in front of him.

Pique tried to run, but he found that his legs were weak, and the previous night's escape had left him nearly prostration, and his legs trembled and he was completely unable to use his strength.

Even so, Pique still didn't want to give up!

He was an orphan who was raised by his adoptive father since he was a child, and then his adoptive father also died and became an orphan again, and he lived in the shadows all his life.

Loneliness, fear, low self-esteem...... He had experienced countless negative emotions, and when he was extremely sad or frightened, another soul would take over his body, all of which had made him deeply hopeless.

The dark days are always there.

So many dark days have passed, and he feels that it is a beautiful thing to be alive, and he treats everyone around him with gratitude.

Except for his good friend Ryder, no one knows what he's been through.

Ever since he met the blonde girl, he decided to change, he didn't want to die, and he didn't want "him" to wake up again, so he had to face it, even if he was trembling with fear at this point.

The fear was hard to resist, but he had to face it, and he wanted to live.

He knew that if he wanted to have a future with the blonde girl, he would have to face and defeat another soul in his body after all!

He didn't dare to imagine that after he was with the blonde girl in the future, another soul in his body would awaken.

That's unacceptable to him!

Under the fear, he only felt his consciousness slowly retreating, and quickly bit his lip to sober himself up.

He was trying to fight the fear in his heart.

"Run, Blackfeet!"

In such danger, he realized that another soul in his body was about to awaken.

But Peake doesn't want "him" to wake up, never to!

He often can't make any movement when fighting for his body, let alone run away, and in order to suppress "him" from waking up, Pique's body is in a state of stiffness.

"Cowardly thing, give me your body! you're going to die!" shouted as Peake's pupils turned black in an instant, and he threw his head up.

"No!" Peake closed his eyes again, and when he opened them again, it was blue.

"Don't you think about it!"

Eventually, it was Pique who took back control of his body.

He crawled on the ground, picking up the dead branches on the ground, but instead of defending against the wolves, he slapped Big Blackfoot's ass fiercely, and scolded: "You idiot, what are you doing standing there stupidly? Leave me alone, you have no strength!"

Big Blackfoot ran wild all night and miraculously escaped the pursuit of the Knight of Light. But if you let Big Black Feet run away with him, you won't be able to escape this group of timberwolves no matter what.

The best ending is that he stays here to be the prey of the wolves, dragging them down.

Big Black Foot obviously didn't want to leave him and run away, usually he was heartless, but at the critical moment he chose to ...... Guard.

As if he had already felt that the victory was in hand, the head wolf walked leisurely, and little by little approached the big black foot.

Big Blackfoot took two steps back until it was back in front of Pique, where it stopped.

"Big Blackfoot, why don't you run?

Peake was hoarse and slapped Big Black Foot twice on the hind legs, but Big Black Foot remained motionless.

"You idiot, are you going to die with me?"

Big Blackfoot glanced back at him, the donkey's mouth closed, and Peake could see in its spiritual eyes...... Hold.

You could have gone!

Pique's nose was sour, tears were rolling in his eyes, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

Three wolves circled around and blocked all their paths.

There is no longer a chance......