The sky is firm,

Wild.

The sheep walked aimlessly on the grassland, occasionally bowing their heads and eating a few bites of grass. It's late autumn, and it's a good time to catch autumn fat. The grass seeds weighed down the ears of grass, and the sheep snorted with satisfaction as they chewed. The dogs were playing around near the flock, and they looked very unpleasant.

The shepherd rode a large maroon horse, which had just been tamed, and was restlessly treading under the shepherd's crotch. The shepherd rode on his horse, and no matter how noisy the horse under his crotch was, he seemed to be standing on flat ground. He stood on a high point, watching the sheep on the prairie, and at the same time paying attention to whether wolves were lurking in the grass around the sheep.

The shepherd stooped down and grabbed a handful of grass seeds, crushing them gently in his hands, the juice sliding down his fingertips.

"The wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep. Mu Bing sang the old tune, this year is another good year, after the sheep catch the autumn fat, not only can they have a stable winter, but also sell some of the surplus sheep in exchange for a considerable income.

The grasslands are largely self-sufficient, and for those in other cities, it is like a secluded paradise. Although it is a little backward in all aspects, all the beautiful scenery on this plateau is not seen anywhere else.

The herders believe in the snow-capped mountains and the legendary god of animal husbandry. The god of animal husbandry tamed cattle and sheep and, of course, dogs. He was also just a human being, and the herders didn't even know who he was and what his name was. But it was he who was the first to tame wild animals, so that herders could live on grazing. It doesn't matter what the name of the god is for the people of the plateau, the important thing is to be able to help themselves survive better. They will even elect a son of the gods every spring, and whoever can tame a wild horse on the grassland the fastest will be the son of the gods, and the title of son of the god can be renewed.

Mu Bing is the son of God this year, and last year was too. He was only twenty years old, but he had already been re-elected as the Son of God for five consecutive terms, and the reason why he was not re-elected more was because only men over fifteen years old could participate in the assembly on the grassland.

He seems to have a sense of closeness to wild animals, whether it is cows, sheep, horses, or even the fiercest mastiffs in the grassland, they have become extremely docile after seeing him. Some herdsmen said that perhaps he was the true descendant of God, the flesh of the animal husbandry god in the mortal world.

The herdsmen didn't know that even wolves wouldn't have any ill will towards Mu Bing.

Their small tribe, a dozen people, large and small, has not been infested by wolves for a long time. Wherever you move after each pull, it seems to be in an area where there are no wolves. Other tribes occasionally heard of wolf invasions, but Mu Bing's tribe had never heard of it.

Mu Bing once had a dream, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a wolf. A young she-wolf, she is strong and agile and many male wolves are not matched. She naturally attracted the attention of the wolf king and became the spouse of the head wolf.

The wolf gave her a strong seed, and she gave birth to a strong litter. Mu Bing didn't know how he got here, he wanted to cry loudly, but he made a whimpering sound. Then he smelled the mother's milk, so he competed with the other wolf cubs for the milk, and he could feel the great potential in his body, and he could feel the sharp teeth when he licked the milk.

After growing up a lot, Mu Bing still dreamed, and in his dreams he became stronger day by day, and gradually had the demeanor of a young wolf king, and he began to go out hunting with the wolf king, attacking the herdsmen's sheep. Mu Bing turned into a wolf and slaughtered in the flock, and every time he woke up from his sleep, he could even feel the smell of fresh sheep blood in his mouth.

Something frightening will happen even later, every time Mu Bing dreams of an attack, there will be news from a tribe that he has received a wolf attack. Mu Bing once couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart, and went to the attacked tribe to see it once, which was exactly the same as the scene in his dream a few nights ago!

There is a very old legend in the steppe, a legend that predates the god of animal husbandry -

In the past, there was a group of people living on the snowy mountains, who could communicate with the wolves, see the turbulent sea of clouds through the eyes of the goshawk, and feel the thousands of years of vicissitudes of the trees. As long as it is a living species, they are able to communicate with it.

This group of people is called the elves of the plateau. The elves control the eagle to expand their horizons, and the wolves to hunt for themselves. The vast majority of them live such a life, and no one thinks about the scenery under the snowy mountains. But there is one person who is different......

He did not rely on wolves, nor on goshawks, but relied on his mortal flesh to walk down from the snow-capped mountains and into the aborigines of the plateau, becoming their god of animal husbandry.

That's right, the god of animal husbandry is said to be a member of the mysterious elves. The god of animal husbandry left his own descendants among the indigenous people, and his children were taught by him how to communicate with nature. However, after the death of the god of animal husbandry, this method of communication was passed down orally from generation to generation, but unfortunately it was eventually lost.

Time flies, and now herdsmen can say that they have the blood of the god of animal husbandry, but this bloodline has faded to the point that it is almost negligible.

When Mu Bing was fifteen years old, he realized for the first time that he might be a descendant of the elves, so he was able to communicate with animals. He was 100% sure that the wolf in his dream was real, because in the dream, the young wolf king had brutally defeated his father and became the new head wolf. And every time he dreamed, he would repeatedly remind himself in his mind that he could not raid the sheep of his tribe, and that he had to protect his tribe in secret. It is because of this that Mu Bing's tribe can be free from wolves for up to five years.

But lately, I can't suppress that thought in my heart more and more. Mu Bing realized that his status with the new wolf king was equal, and if it weren't for the towering snow-capped mountain that had been washing his heart, he would have become a part of the wolf pack and slaughtered his own tribe.

The new wolf king's resistance became stronger and stronger, and he could hear the wolf howling in the distance every night, one after another, like a soul seeking his life.