In the desolate wilderness, a lonely figure appeared between heaven and earth, the spring breeze has gradually become warm, but his heart is a piece of ice.

He was Rhaegar who had been exiled from the Empire of Rodland, and he was wandering alone in the wilderness, having left the confines of the Empire of Rodland.

He was quite desperate at this time, his future was bright, and as the son of the deputy head of the Lion Knights, he must have a very great future.

But because of this incident, he not only became the laughing stock of the entire Rodland Empire, but also lost everything about him.

Both his father's title and his position in the Lion Knights were lost.

He roamed aimlessly across the land on a war horse, all hope in his heart vanished, like a walking corpse.

The sky gradually darkened, and bursts of wolf howls sounded in the sky, like demons in the dark night, rendering the entire wilderness extremely terrifying.

Rhaegar was extremely decadent at this time, and he also knew that he needed to avoid danger, and he rode his war horse to find a safe place to spend the night.

And just as he was looking for a safe place, six turquoise eyes appeared in the night, and the oily green color looked extremely terrifying in the pitch-black wilderness, and Rhaegar was also terrified when he saw it.

Although he is very decadent, it does not mean that he wants to die in the mouths of this group of wolves, at least he has to find a decent way to die for himself that is worthy of his identity.

He quickly kicked the horse in the abdomen and began to gallop, trying to get rid of the three wolves with the speed of the warhorse.

He knew that these three wolves must have been driven out by the wolf pack, and if it was a real wolf pack, there would definitely not be only three, so these three wolves were destined to be malnourished, and the wolves that were separated from the wolf pack would definitely not be able to get enough food.

But unfortunately, even if Rhaegar pushed the speed of the war horse to the extreme, he did not shake off the three wolves, and they still only bit behind Rhaegar .

From time to time, he turned his head to observe the location of the wolves behind him, and he was shocked to find that these wolves had not shown the slightest sign of exhaustion.

"Damn it!" Rhaegar scolded angrily, he was only wearing a suit of leather armor and chain mail at this time, although he had good protection, but if he faced the bite of these wolves, it would not be long before the defense would be broken.

He could already feel the horse under his crotch gasping a little, and he was afraid that in about ten minutes the horse's strength would be exhausted, but the damn beasts were not a little tired.

He knew that the wolf's endurance and speed were very good, and the war horse could only put the opponent behind in a short time, but after a long time, the war horse would run out of physical strength.

He looked at the three wild wolves behind him with cruel cold light in their green eyes, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the long sword on his waist.

He was going to fight these damn beasts, and if he didn't kill them, he would be the one who died today.

The people who exiled him were sent by Emperor Greine, and there were also people from the church to oversee him, so he didn't have a single escort and retinue by his side, otherwise he would definitely not be as embarrassed as he is now.

He steered his steed, and the wolves were getting closer and closer to him and within range of his sword.

He gradually slowed down his horse, and the three wolves, without hesitation, immediately rushed to Rhaegar and pounced, trying to cull Rhaegar from his horse.

Rhaegar saw the right moment and looked at the wolf on his right from under the peephole in his helmet, although he was now very decadent, but his martial arts were still there.

He saw the timing with a keen eye, and swung the sharp sword in his hand vigorously, and without any accident, his common slash cut the throats of these wolves.

A bloody sword erupted from its throat, and after a wail of "whoa", the wolf fell to the ground and twitched, unable to stand up again.

But at this time, the group of wild wolves on Rhaeggar's left also pounced, although the body of the wild wolf was not big, but the strength was not small.

All of a sudden, Rhaegar lost his balance and fell off his horse, and the wolf lay on Rhaegar and tore hard, finding his neck with every bite.

Luckily, Rhaegar was wearing a layer of chain mail, and the brute's bite didn't hurt Rhaegar either.

He used great force to overturn the wolf from his body at once, and then quickly stood up from the ground, tightly grasped the long sword in his hand, and looked at the two beasts vigilantly.

The armor on his throat had been torn by the brute's bite, and it was almost unguarded, and if the two brutes bit his throat again, he would die.

The two beasts' green eyes were full of bloodshot from hunger, and Rhaegar slowly adjusted his breathing, and he couldn't help but feel a little stressed in the face of such two beasts.

Suddenly, the two wolves moved, and one pounced directly at Rhaeggar, while Rhaegar had a fierce look on his face and immediately sent the long sword in his hand into the other's abdomen.

The wolf let out a wail, and Rhaegar quickly drew his long sword, but at this time, as soon as he drew his long sword, another wolf pounced, he had just killed a wolf, and his body's center of gravity had not yet been adjusted, and he was suddenly pounced on by this wolf.

His usual thing fell to the ground, and the wolf pounced on Rhaegar and immediately bit him down on the throat, Rhaegar reacted quickly, placing his left hand in front of him.

Fortunately, he reacted in time, and the wolf did not bite him by the throat, but on his arm.

"Ahh Rhaegar screamed in pain, and although his arm was protected by armor, the brute's teeth still pierced through part of the chain mail, shallowly piercing into his flesh.

Rhaegar grinned in pain, although he was not bitten too hard by his teeth, but the wolf's bite force was not bad, and his arm was greatly compressed.

Soon, the wolf let go of its mouth and tried to continue attacking Rhaegar by the throat, but Rhaegar reacted and held it with his hand.

However, his physical strength has been consumed a lot, and it is difficult to stalemate with these wolves.

He was in a state of panic, for the wolf's head was already approaching his throat, when suddenly he pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed the beast several times in the neck and head in a panic.

Eventually, the wolf lost its breath and lay on Rhaegar's body.

At this time, Rhaegar felt that he had no strength at all, and after the adrenal glands subsided, he was very tired as if he had been emptied of his body.

He lay on the grass, looking up at the dense starry sky in the sky, his thoughts drifting far, far away, and it took him a moment before he picked up his spirits and pushed the beast's body away from himself.

After this beast attack, he really felt that life is precious, he didn't think about how to find a decent way to die, he wanted to live, he wanted to live better.