The steppe at night always gives a sense of hopelessness. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's been three days since I left the village. For three days, Turner had walked through the jungle, over canyons, and through endless swamps, and by the time he stepped onto the edge of the prairie, the sun had narrowed its afterglow below the tip of the grass.

His parents had taught him that it was never a good idea to keep going, but his anxiety prevented him from stopping. After a short period of thought, Turner decided to venture through the vast meadows overnight – and if he was lucky, he might be able to reach Boudal before dawn.

However, the old man's words always made sense, and after three hours, Turner was in a predicament that he could not get out of. The sand-clad boots stumbled in the soft grass, and the humid air of the night clinged to his coat and lungs. Physical exhaustion and discomfort were not enough to bring the thirty-year-old man to his knees, what really bothered him was the flickering light of light not far behind him and the subtle sounds of grass and vines that rang to his ears from time to time.

The difference between day and night in the prairie is like that of a woman's face before and after marriage, and the robbed body temperature and the constant flow of physical strength make Turner's movements gradually stiffen. But even if that weren't, Turner couldn't deal with the threat lurking behind him alone.

Ghost Wolf, master of the Larlo Grasslands. It's unclear who originally named the creature, but it must have been a clever man with great insight. The name is fitting for the habits of these beasts, who are not incredibly fast or powerful compared to other monsters that also roam the northern part of Silph, but as their name suggests, the Ghost Wolves' patience and difficulty have allowed them to rule the vast grasslands.

As early as an hour earlier, Turner had spotted a pair of glowing red eyes following him. But confidence in his own force paralyzed his nerves, which prevented him from acting on the experience that had been circulated.

When you spot a ghost wolf, be sure to take the initiative. This has almost become the consensus of adventurers and traders who beg for a living on the grasslands. The steppe wolf is a solitary creature found throughout the northern plains. Although he travels alone, he does not hunt alone. When they find their prey, they do not attack, but follow behind them from a short distance, summoning their companions while draining the prey's physical strength and will. They are cunning creatures that are cautious enough to summon at least two or more horses before attacking even when faced with a lost child.

Turner's momentary mistaken decision turned into serious consequences. More than once in the course of two hours, he had seen the beast behind him spread its long, narrow jaws, and silent sound waves spreading out at frequencies imperceptible to humans. Two, three, and by the time Turner found himself unable to contain the threat any longer, the red light behind him had almost joined together.

The wounds that had accumulated in the jungle were constantly oozing blood, and after quickly cooling, they stuck to the skin, giving a strong feeling of unpleasantness. Correspondingly, a certain feeling of despair stirred in Turner's chest. This despair sometimes turned into reluctance and resentment, and on several occasions Turner was almost overwhelmed by this sense of anger, and he drew his weapon and charged at the wolves behind him. The result was only a momentary breakup of the wolves, and in a few minutes they were once again in a black patch.

After realizing that his actions were like hitting the sea with his fists, and that he had no effect other than wasting his strength. Frustrated, Turner stopped trying, he just took the weapon in his hand and walked mechanically forward.

It's nothing but a slow death. With each step forward, Turner felt his body disintegrate. This made him more deeply aware of what kind of obscure and cold things awaited him in front of him. However, the foreseeable fact that he would not be able to rush to the city of Boudal to rescue Miss Audrey terrified him more than death.

He stopped, turning back to face the wolves.

The red light stopped moving, and they flickered in the darkness.

After stopping, you can see that the number of red lights is about twenty or thirty, which means that the number of wolves is more than ten. Even with such a disparity in numbers, the wolves did not rush up and attack. While Turner admired the prudence of these beasts, a sense of powerlessness slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.

His body stiffened in despair, and Turner dragged his body through the grass for fifteen minutes before he tripped over a crush of grass. Tired muscles couldn't muster up their strength immediately, and Turner's body rolled heavily on the ground a few times before stopping, the weapon he had been clenching fell to his side, his face buried in the dirt and motionless.

Gravel among the weeds can occasionally be fatal.

The wolves, however, did not move, and together they stopped forty or fifty yards behind him. After sitting cross-legged on the ground, more than a dozen pairs of eyes emitting red light quietly looked at the human lying there.

For ten minutes, the wind of the prairie blew in the clearing between Turner and the wolves

When the wolf sitting at the front slowly groomed his hair in the moonlight for the second time, Turner finally admitted his defeat. He straightened up and picked up the weapon in his hand.

Standing up and looking back, the wolves were silent and stared at him. Turner felt a cool cruelty.

"These brutes won't even give me this chance to take this adventure." Turner looked back in despair, but something reflected in his afterglow, and hope appeared on his face.

It was light, though only a fraction of the brightness of starlight, and Turner could tell empirically that it was a campfire.

Where there's a campfire, there's someone. Or a squad of adventurers, or a group of traders stationed to rest. Either one has the potential to help Turner out of this desperate situation.

He tried to calm his heartbeat, keeping pace and walking towards the campfire on his right.

The distance of the campfire was about five hundred yards away, and as I walked forward, the scene around the campfire gradually became clearer.

There was only one person sitting there.

In Turner's adventurous career, he has also seen the situation of daring to camp in the wilderness when he is alone. But all of them are high-skilled adventurers, and it is difficult to say whether the person in front of them belongs to this category or not.

It was a young boy who looked a little immature, only sixteen or seventeen years old, and children of this age could be found everywhere in the villages outside the grassland, and the suitable places for them should be in the wheat fields and orchards. In any case, such a child should not be in this dangerous grassland.

Turner felt a pang of remorse from within, and this situation was not what he expected. He was more frustrated by the calamity he brought about by involving innocents than he could not be saved.

The ghost wolf is not densely distributed in the grasslands. According to Turner's prediction, after calling for help from the people around the campfire, as long as everyone attacked the wolves together, after killing about half of their number, the limitations of the ghost wolves' travel speed would prevent them from forming enough threats before dawn again. As a typical nocturnal creature, the daytime ghost wolf is barely able to hunt.

Turner glanced over the campfire again, and the boy still looked down at the fire in front of him—he didn't even seem to notice Turner's arrival.

- Lure the wolves there and you can escape.

The thought swept through Turner's mind like lightning, and the slightest possibility that Miss Audrey could be saved, not herself, almost grabbed Turner's heart.

However, the thought also faded like lightning, only as a flash of light, and even Turner did not notice its presence.

With a deep sigh, Turner prepared to turn around and start running. One of the characteristics of ghost wolves is that they instinctively keep a fixed distance from their prey, and if they do well, they may be able to lure the ghosts away from the teenager before they run out of energy.

"Huh?"

Turning around, Turner noticed an incredible scene, the wolves that had gathered about fifty yards behind him. I don't know when, it's gone without a trace.

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Monster Research Log: Ghost Wolf, average level 5. Monsters commonly found on the Plains of Rallo. The unique structural design of the larynx bone allows it to freely emit sound waves of various frequencies, and the authorities are working on the research of this technology in communication instruments. The ghost wolf's eyes are extremely sensitive to light, so that they can see things clearly at night. Correspondingly, during the day, it is intolerant of the irritation of sunlight. Some scholars have suggested that this is because the eyeball is blinded by long-term exposure to ultraviolet light, which has been experimentally proven. If you have a legal class in your team, you can shine a bright light on their eyes.

Additional Amendments: A few days ago, an Ayers-based organization announced a major breakthrough in this communications technology.