"Whew!"

There was a rapid roar of the monster behind him, and Gart took the time to look back after running, if you ignore the strange wind between Gart and the monster, the current scene is that the monster is desperately adding. Musical Fiction Network? wx?. σrgAre you still watching music today? In the next second, the monster seemed to be entangled in something, and fell to the ground in anger and kept struggling.

"Roar!"

"Squeak!"

The little thing was tossed in Garth's pocket, and the two little paws grabbed Gart's pocket tightly, sticking out his head and staring out with round eyes. It may be that there is indeed something amazing behind the back that makes the little thing very scared, and at a glance, the little thing quickly "swished" and retracted its head.

Ghat boosted his speed to the extreme, and along with the strenuous exercise, the pain in his abdomen was also extreme. He could feel that the wind mixed with the cold touch gradually attached to his back, not like the touch of the wind, but like the feeling of a sticky reptile clinging to his back, he couldn't shake it off, and that feeling made Garth's scalp tingle.

It dawned on Gart that it was not wind, but an invisible creature, or a form of sorcery from ancient times.

After being entangled, the speed decreased sharply, and in desperation, Gart suddenly backelbowed, the sticky feeling on his back was slightly reduced, Gart didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and there was a heart-piercing pain in his abdomen.

Gat suddenly felt his stomach twitch, and a wave of nausea hit him, along with the discomfort of being stuck on his body, and the discomfort was invisibly magnified. Gart kicked hard, kicked away the unknown creature stuck to him in disgust, and rolled to the side.

His face was pale, cold sweat slid down his cheeks, his face pressed tightly against the ground, and he tried to stand up with his hands on the ground. However, the whole field of vision was spinning, and I couldn't see anything clearly, and finally I couldn't hold it anymore and fainted.

Shortly after Gart fainted, there was a faint sound of footsteps in the distance.

It was a human man, dressed in a purple wizard's suit, with long hair tied up haphazardly, walking from a distance that resembled a mysterious elf from the Great Forest. When you get closer, you will see that it is an unusually beautiful man, the combination of cold and noble facial features on his face, and the slight contempt of a qiē look is enough to make a person who has seen him hold his breath. There was a strand of hair casually hanging down the delicate collarbone on his chest, like a moving painting in the breeze—perhaps he would describe it if Gart was awake.

The man stopped, his indifferent eyes gently glanced at Gart lying on the ground, and then the little thing obediently crawled out of Garth's pocket, pulled it up all the way up the man's robe, and squatted on the man's shoulder.

The man bowed his head slightly and leaned over his shoulder, and said a string of strange words, as if communicating with small things. The little thing squeaked twice on its shoulder, then drooped its little head, and then silently hid its head in the man's drooping hair.

The man stopped caring about the little things, and walked slowly towards the mountains in the night, not caring about the life or death of Gath, who was lying on the ground.

After the man left, the wind gradually stopped, and the monster lying on the ground struggling now had nothing to restrain it anymore.

After the man left, it was still lying on the ground, as if it couldn't come back to its senses, and after resting for a while, after coming back to its senses, the monster locked onto Gart in the distance at a glance, and then suddenly bounced very excitedly.

"Whew-", with a whistling sound similar to the wind, the monster stopped in front of Garth, then opened its huge mouth, grabbed Garth's clothes, and then quickly ran to the other side of the mountain, leaving only an afterimage in place.

***

When Gart woke up, he found himself in a cave, next to a very large silver wolf - this was indeed the monster that was running wild with Gart in his mouth, and it was three meters black in the night plus the combat state, but now, this monster is in an ordinary state, and it is only more than a meter tall, and the coat color has changed to silver.

So Gat, who had just woken up, had no idea where this wolf had come from.

This is a monster that looks very difficult to bully: half-squinted green wolf eyes, sharp claws and teeth, powerful muscles, and a sleek, athletic body.

Gart felt very troubled, there was nothing in his body that didn't hurt, especially in his abdomen, and there was a faint feeling of wanting to vomit, and how could he go into the wolf's den, could it be a wolf's dinner?

This is not a pleasant idea.

"Shhhh

moved, and there was another pain in his abdomen, and Gart now wanted to curse: what did that dead pervert of Bayer eat for him? If you have a good stomachache to death, can you still do it? You know, he never got sick or anything before.

As Gart secretly cursed Bair scum, the silver wolf opened his eyes and stood up, and then walked towards Gat step by step. Strangely, when he saw the wolf standing up and approaching him, Gart did not feel frightened, but calmly looked at the silver wolf.

When looking at the silver wolf, Gart found that compared to the cold light of his left eye, the silver wolf's right eye was very hollow, and his gaze was scattered and unfocused. It's a blind silver wolf, Gat thought.

The silver wolf continued to approach, then stood still in front of Garth, bent his head, and pressed closer to the back of Garth's neck. There was no imaginary smell, and when the silver wolf's breath sprayed on Garth's neck, Gart was ready to jump up with one hand and blind the silver wolf's left eye with one hand.

However, just as Garth was about to make a move, a drop of water dripped onto Garth's neck, and the hot heat made Gart shrink his neck. Gart almost thought that the silver wolf was drooling from hunger, however, the next second, Gat realized that the drop was not the saliva secreted by the beast when it saw its prey, because Gart heard the silver wolf's low, whimpering sound.

The low whimper of the beast, which was definitely not good, with a gritty-like roughness, Gart unconsciously followed a little sad.

Could it be that this blind mad wolf is crying?

What makes this monster so sad? Shaking his head, this conjecture made Gart a little embarrassed, just a magical beast, where can there be so much love, he must also maintain the action of being ready to fight back at any time.

The warm breath came from the neck, it was the touch of the tongue, although the wolf was probably crying, but the current situation was a battle between the neck and the teeth, Gart couldn't help but twist and bounce, find the right time at a strange angle, and then kicked the silver wolf in the face.

Saving your life matters.

The silver wolf was kicked to the side of his head and took a step back, his silver body slamming into the inner wall of the cave. The silver wolf stood firm, blinked, and looked a little dizzy - well, it was so easy to be kicked away, it was so weak, it turned out that this was still a silver wolf who was strong on the outside and dry on the outside.

Garth stood up, scanned the surroundings, and finally locked his gaze on the hole behind the silver wolf, and roughly estimated the possibility of rushing out.

The silver wolf seemed to know about Garth's intentions, and with a light jump, he directly blocked the hole. Gart definitely wouldn't stay obediently, so he moved his hands and feet a little, and his whole body muscles were full of strength, and he rushed towards the hole with electric shots.

In just 0.5 seconds, Gart has found the best angle and force to break through, and as long as the silver wolf remains unchanged for 0.5 seconds, Gart will be able to rush out of the way. However, the speed of the silver wolf is actually faster, always blocking Gath's path at the right time, and always taking defensive measures in the face of Gath's attacks, and never taking the initiative to attack. This annoyed and a little curious at the same time: what kind of monster has a sick head to be so polite in the face of an irrelevant person.

Gart also noticed that the beast was nervous about his abdomen, always staring at it with an anxious gaze - could it be that this beast loves to eat human stomachs? Of course, Gart wouldn't think so, judging from the few seconds of fighting, this monster didn't have any ill will towards himself at all. This is not an unfounded assumption, after so many years in the killer organization, the other party can still feel whether he is murderous or not. The reason why he took the initiative to attack the silver wolf before was also because this silver wolf was too strange.

Gart didn't understand why this monster had no ill will towards him, but there was one thing that was very noteworthy, why did this monster strain his belly so much?

Probably because the silver wolf occupies the terrain advantage, Gart's several attacks were lightly defused by it, and even it forced Gart to the innermost part of the hole step by step. Gart pressed against the hard stone, only to hear a "boom", and behind Garth, a stone door opened, and the silver wolf's claws were pressed against some inconspicuous circular button on the mountain wall.

The moment the door opened, Gart lost his center of gravity and stumbled into the inner room.

Behind this door, there must have been a human habit—that was Garth's first reaction when he fell in.

Because there are neat beds and bookshelves, of course, if you don't forget to get rid of the thin layer of dust. There was a tea set on the table not far away, and even a few sets of clothes hanging on the bedside hanger.

Gart looked down at his torn clothes, wondering if he should take them with him when he left.

"Boom—"

The door closed, and it was only then did Garth realize that he had been locked up by a silver wolf.

After the door closed, Garth found that the upper wall of this room was inlaid with many night pearls, which made this room as bright as day. Gart could notice that there was a button on the wall, and when he pressed it tentatively, he saw that the night pearls automatically rotated back, and after a while, they were all hidden in the wall, and the whole room fell into darkness.

Gart had to marvel at the wisdom of the owner who had built this room, and with the flick of a button, the whole room was once again filled with a soft glow.

Gat isn't in such a hurry now, after all, someone has lived here, and there are books left, so there's nothing wrong with flipping through them. And now my stomach doesn't hurt anymore, so I walked to the bookshelf, picked up a copy casually, and took it down to look through it.

It was a very old book, all handwritten, and at least the words in it did not belong to any country in the world at the moment, and Gath did not recognize any of these strange characters, let alone find information in their favor from these books.

Somewhat disappointed, Gart put the book back and picked up the second one.

Although there is little hope, Gart still hopes to find a book written in a language he knows, and after turning a few pages, the result is the same, although there is a lot written in the book, Gart does not know a word, it is all in vain.

The third, fourth, fifth...... Gart rubbed his eyes.

While there were still a few books left on the shelves, Gart was still slowly flipping through them. In Garth's philosophy, nothing can be concluded lightly until the last step. So, this made Gart lucky to turn to a book with pictures, and more importantly, the text marked on it was a text that Gart was familiar with.

Looking at the first page, the screen depicts the distribution of mountains, plains, oceans, and various objects and monsters, and it is obvious that this is the topographical distribution map of the Interstellar Beast Prison, which makes Gart extremely excited.

Through this map, Gart initially judged that he was now in the very edge of the plain area of the Star Beast Prison. Continuing to flip back, recording the effects of various medicinal herbs and edible plants, Gat compared the fruit picked last night, and it was indeed edible.

Flipping back further, is the hierarchical introduction of various Warcraft. From this book, Gart learned that the Warcraft of the Interstellar Beast Hell is divided into several levels, from advanced to low, A, B, C, D, E, F, and G. Among them, the Warcraft of the A to D levels not only have certain skills, but also have a certain intelligence. Monsters below the D level usually have very low intelligence, and their fighting style is limited to teeth and claws. As for the highest-level S, double S, and 3S types of Warcraft, they have strong strength skills and extremely high intelligence.

Gat remembered the demonic beast that opened its bloody mouth at the void last night, and suddenly felt that it must be a G-level demonic beast, as for the silver wolf outside the door, it was probably a C-level demonic beast?

Gart didn't think much about it, and continued to scroll back, and when he reached the last few pages, Gart suddenly felt that the person who wrote the book was not logical, because the last few pages were about the distribution of terrain. After the plain, there is also the Warcraft Mountain Range, beyond the Warcraft Mountain Range is an ocean, it is said that at the end of that ocean, there is still a plain, from where you can return to the ......

Who tore the last page.

The books only recorded there, and there was no more information, and Gart couldn't find "where the plains could return" after looking through the entire book, which made Gart very mad.

Subconsciously, Gart wanted the torn part to be "Monoli".

In desperation, Gart could only continue to flip through the remaining books. As before, the books were written in words that Gart didn't recognize, and Gart put the books back on the shelf without interest, and accidentally saw a bead in the far corner of the shelf.

It was a lilac transparent bead, emitting a soft lilac light, Gat couldn't see its material, but the moment he saw this bead, there was a kind of throbbing in his heart, as if he had seen an old friend who had not seen him for many years, so he subconsciously reached out to touch it.

It's not cold, it's warm. The warmth spread throughout Garth's body, and then seemed to slam his heart, and Gart bent over, followed by a sharp pain in his abdomen.

It was dark in front of him, and Gart fell soft again.

After Gate fell asleep, the bead gently detached from his palm and hung in the air, and the warm light enveloped Gart's whole body lying on the ground, in that light, Gart's expression became peaceful, and then the bead stuck to Gart's abdomen, and the stronger and stronger light shrouded Gart's abdomen.

Inside, the purple light flickered on and off, until finally there was no movement at all.

Gat dreamed.

I dreamed that in a vast land, there were plains and mountains, and there were many free animals living there.

The birds flying in the sky, the sheep running on the grassland, the leopards drinking by the stream, the monkeys jumping happily in the forest, and even the fish swimming in the water and the reptiles on the ground, except for hunting and arrest, are all living freely.

Scene Switching - A wolf-type monster and a unicorn fighting. It was an unusually tragic battle, with vigorous wolf-like monsters and fierce unicorns, one winning in speed and the other in strength, fighting to the death on the vast grassland.

The skills of the demonic beasts on both sides changed the color of the heavens and the earth, and no other demonic beast dared to approach within a radius of thousands of kilometers.

The battle lasted for a long time, and both the wolf-type monster and the unicorn were seriously injured, and the blood stained the grassland red, until the last cloaked figure appeared, and the wolf-type monster and unicorn gave up the fight at the same time and ran towards the figure together.

After a flash of white light, only the wolf-like demonic beast was left in its place, hissing and rubbing its right eye on the ground.

In his dream, Gart didn't have time to experience the grief of the wolf-like beast, and the scene switched again - a baby was placed on the altar, and the old wizard slashed his fingers, chanted ancient incantations, and dripped blood on the altar.

Behind the wizard, the slaughter of his people, the splashes of blood, the broken bodies, and the cries of sorrow became clearer and clearer. The whole world was darkened with death, and the sorcerer trembled and picked up the baby from the altar, hid the baby under the corpse of his people in a slaughter, and was pierced through the chest with a dagger.

The wizard's face maintained its last expression, blood splattered onto his face, ran down the wrinkles, and dripped onto the baby's face.

The baby babbled, watching the fire spread with its eyes open.

A fire burned the corpses of the people, leaving the baby unharmed by the sorcerer's enchantment.

The fire and blood in the dream are fake, but the inexplicable grief that fills Garth's chest is real. Gart was covered in a cold sweat and couldn't wake up with a frown.

On the side, the silver wolf rolled on the bed to remove the dust, and then put Gat on the bed and covered it with the quilt. He took another leaf in his mouth, filled it with water, and slowly poured it into Garth's thirsty mouth, and Gart drooled, his brow gradually stretched.

The silver wolf fell asleep next to Garth.

Garth's dream continues.

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