It's the smell of the human he's been following for the past few days... Suddenly, the boy yelled. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Whew――――――"

He didn't understand human language, but there was a thick warning in his roar.

Don't come near here, don't come here!

He didn't want to, he didn't want to see that human being lose his voice and become pieces of rotten flesh, just like his former family!

Gray footsteps paused, then twisted his eyebrows, stepped on the ground with one foot, and rushed forward quickly.

A splash of blood!

Flender was only in front of him, and one of his companions standing beside him burst into flames, bursting with bloody flesh and white brains, and screaming in fright.

"What people!"

"Be careful!"

The mercenaries hurriedly raised their weapons, but saw that the ground was bulging with dirt, and the white miserable bones were grabbed from below.

Flender's heart was suddenly shocked, and he couldn't stop his teeth from fighting, he, should he meet that and that... The legendary necromancer.

The thought of what those necromancers had done, and the horrific treatment he was about to face, made Fronde's legs limp.

Run, run!

The change of thought took only a few seconds, and Flender struggled to suppress his fear, and fled backwards.

However, after running a few steps, he felt that he was being pulled backwards violently, and he could no longer move.

He turned his head in fear and anger, but when he saw the person who was pulling him back, a large stream of cool air rushed up from his spine, his mouth opened wide, and he let out a terrifying scream.

The one who grabbed him was the corpse of the man who had his head cracked earlier!

In just a few minutes, the dust was settled.

Ash once again felt sad for the psychological quality of the people on this continent, but a few dozen skeleton soldiers had eliminated all these mercenaries.

A pouring rain that fell like hailstones. Rinse the entire ground with blood. The severed limbs and corpses were gnawed and dragged away by the beasts, and it was only half a day, and only a few broken sleeves were left on the muddy ground, not even a single piece of flesh.

Ash hid from the rain in the cave where she was hiding, and the heavy rain fell on her body as if she had been thrown by sharp stones, even if she couldn't resist the tens of millions of stone knives cutting on her body.

The rain couldn't stop for a while, and the ash entered the hole, and then his eyes fell on the boy who was curled up in a ball.

He bent his hands. His legs were curled up, and he bared his teeth and cracked teeth from time to time in his dreams, as if he was sleeping unsteadily.

She remembered wanting to tell her. Everyone's sleeping posture can best reflect the true psychological state, put your hands behind your head, and the natural sleeping posture indicates that the person has no major troubles and has lived a happy life. But if she curled up in a small lump like this in front of her, it meant that the person had a deep sense of insecurity about her surroundings.

When humans are still in the mother's womb. It's a little ball curled up, there is no worry or threat at that time, so this curled up posture is actually nostalgic for the safe and warm time when you are still in the mother's body.

Ash sighed, her gaze softening when she didn't know it. She lightly lit a fire and placed the blanket from the mercenary's luggage over the boy.

As the cave gradually warmed up, the expression on the boy's face calmed down a lot. It's just that his body still twitches a little from time to time, and the small hand that is shrunk in his chest seems to want to grasp something, and spreads. Close, open. Closed again.

Ash thought for a moment and slowly reached over...

Fiercely, the boy grabbed her fingers, afraid that she would run away, and clung tightly.

Ash was startled at first, and his fingers were about to be withdrawn, but he stopped moving when he saw the tears left on the boy's cheeks.

She gently put her other hand on the young man's forehead, caressing his bun, feeling his whole body slowly relax, and Ash breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

obviously has no spare time to take care of other people's affairs, but when she sees that the "little beast" who follows her every day with full energy has become so fragile, she can't turn a blind eye.

Ash smiled bitterly, she felt that her current behavior was very similar to a word she wanted to describe: "unbearable".

As killers, they have never had pity, even if the other party is an innocent old man or child, they can do it without hesitation, and if they ask for it, they can even torture and kill the other party in the most cruel way.

But now, she was facing the teenager in front of her who might hinder her search for the spirit and return to the Mostancan continent, but she couldn't do anything at all, and she didn't want to kill the other party.

Was it because he reminded her of Chere, or because it had changed her life in Mostancan for nearly two years?

Ash doesn't know, and can't tell.

Neither is Molica and the others, and no one can explain these confusions in her heart for her.

Without further thought, she closed her eyes and began her meditation for the day.

Ash didn't know that the young man's body was very strong, and the strong anesthetic only made him fall asleep for a long time, and he woke up in the middle of the night.

She didn't know that the young man looked at her straight for a long time before he closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

There was no word all night, but something changed when neither of them knew it. From that day on, the wolf-like boy no longer left Ash's side.

Maybe it's because Ash easily killed the mercenaries who caught him, so it brought him a sense of security, or maybe because Ash was different from those mercenaries and didn't catch him, but gave him food, so in just a few days, the boy became closer to Gray day by day, and his eyes gradually flashed with trust and worship.

Ash watched the boy run out, snatched the big-eared rabbit from the skeleton soldiers, returned to Ash with the prey in his mouth, and handed it to her with a flattery.

She couldn't laugh or cry, but she still touched the boy's head.

The boy grinned, stuck out his tongue as if he were laughing, and let out a pleasant grunt, and suddenly, as if he remembered something, bit Gray's trouser leg, and motioned for her to follow him.

Ash nodded slightly, pointed ahead, and motioned for the boy to lead the way, and she would follow from behind.

The boy almost immediately understood what Ash was trying to say, and ran quickly through the woods.

He stepped over a man-eating bush. Just as the shrubs spread their leaves and the vines wound upward, the ground burst out of the white bones, grasping the vines with teeth and claws, as if they were firmly fastened with nails, and instead turned them into a flat path on the muddy road for the boy to tread.

Since his mother and siblings were killed by humans, the boy can't remember how long it had been since he had received help from his "companions" as a "wolf" living in packs. If it is not really forced to do so, what wolf is willing to leave his own group and companions?

The life of a "lone wolf" is terrible, and he may die of hunger in the winter. Even if it doesn't die, it will be lonely to the point of going crazy because it has no partner.

After many years, he got his companion again, and felt the love from his companion, and the boy couldn't help but howl in the air. Venting happy emotions, he turned his head to look at the gray face, with a crooked smile in the corners of his eyes.

Although the boy was a man, he was raised by wolves, and his mind was no more than that of a human child of five or six years old. And he has never really come into contact with the human world, and he has a simple temperament. Just like ordinary animals, they don't have complicated minds. If you are good to him, he will be good to you. If you have ill will towards him, he will naturally not have good intentions towards you.

And Ash knows the way to interact with such a wolf child, and with such a thoughtful wolf child, she can trust each other to a great extent, and the two sides get along very easily.

The boy carried Ash all the way through a small mountain stream. Enter a dark passage through the mountains, behind the dark willows and flowers. The mighty waterfall jumped in front of the ash.

Ash blinked, looked back at the dark cave, and then at the rushing waterfall in front of him, and some did not believe in the magic of nature. Because the sound of the waterfall was completely swallowed up by the cavern, even when she walked through the crooked cavern, she did not hear any sound of water at all.

The boy roared, as if urging Ash.

Ash followed, but saw the boy jump into the water, and a fierce man plunged under the water.

She raised her eyebrows, but she believed that the boy would not harm herself, so she fixed all the weapons hidden on her body, hid the prey she hunted, and followed.

The boy dived so deep that Ash could barely hear the roar of the waterfall, before beckoning to Ash and swimming into a corner crevice.

The gap was small at first, allowing only a slender person to pass sideways, but then it gradually opened up and became an upward corridor through which two large fat piers could calmly pass.

Poking his head out of the water, the boy first inhaled sharply, stuck out his tongue, and then obediently sat upright waiting for the ashes.

He didn't have the complicated thoughts of ordinary people, he never thought that if Ash didn't dive as deep as he did, in case Ash couldn't get over or anything like that, he had trusted Ash with all his heart since the moment he regarded Ash as a companion.

Like a wolf, or rather, he's a wolf in human form. Although it is difficult to trust the other party at first, once he does, then he can entrust his own life and even the life of his descendants to the other party.

What Ash showed in front of him these days was the incomprehensible strength of the young man's little head, and because of this, he had no doubt that Ash did not have the ability to cross the deep lake.

This place he had stumbled upon the day before yesterday while hiding from the mercenaries, it was dry and warm, and he thought it would definitely make a warm nest for them.

While fantasizing about the situation of more and more companions in the future, imagining the scene of the warm little home gradually being built, the boy smirked.

Concentrate:

In the hunt of wolves, all cooperation is based on trust. When the wolf pounces on the first big prey regardless of its life, it entrusts its life to its companion, if the companion is timid at this time and does not cooperate in place, then the wolf who pounces first is likely to be kicked away by the prey immediately, or trampled on the belly. When the whole family goes hunting, the head wolf couple will trust the children to the old wolf who serves as a nanny, even though those young wolves are the most precious treasures of the head wolf's life. The description and annotation of wolf trust in the article are reprinted from the blog of the drifting bottle: wolves, trust, unity, and warm team.

(Occasionally, come back and sprinkle a handful of soil...) There's no way, the leader who destroyed the puppet won't go... My doll mother recently had another surgery... Ay... But occasionally I will write it when I have time! (To be continued)