The gray-white wolf showed a hideous face on its head, the fur on its face was squeezed on the bridge of its nose, and its open mouth revealed beige sharp teeth, and the blood between the teeth slowly dripped down, as if it had threatened other companions to enjoy its own food after countless hunts in its life.

The Holy Kingdom sat on a stone behind it, and there was a bonfire in front of it.

Wolf meat is not delicious as many people say, long-term exercise makes the wolf meat have a lot of tendons, it is difficult to bite, and the wolf eats raw flesh and blood, and the fishy smell of meat is far beyond most people's imagination. However, for those who like to eat wolf meat, wolf meat is an excellent food.

The Holy Kingdom also doesn't like to eat wolf meat, and after the initial novelty is removed, he can only patiently bite and swallow the wolf meat little by little. He was severely wounded and needed to make up for it, and the wolf came at a very good time.

When the last rib was tossed aside by him, the rest of the bones were no longer of much interest in the Holy Kingdom. He clapped his hands, looked for directions, and burrowed into the forest. The battle with Izumo Akuni left him with a lot of injuries, so when he fled, he didn't think about the direction and location at all, and there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to run forward and not stop.

As a result, now he is lost.

It is a terrible thing to get lost in the dense forest, because the human eye does not have an accurate mapping system, so in the process of walking forward, people often unconsciously deviate from the direction and walk into a diagonal line, or a semicircle. There are often some horrors with obstacles, formations, ghosts hitting the wall, etc., but in fact, most of them are due to people's deviations in the process of moving, as well as subconscious comparisons.

The Holy Kingdom didn't know where he was, so he could only walk slowly in the opposite direction to the entrance to the crypt where he was hiding.

With each step, the muscles in his body would squirm, and each muscle fiber gradually underwent some subtle changes in the tremor, making his whole body in a slightly excited state. When he combed his body to his shoulders, his brows twisted inadvertently.

Curse Seal!

When Orochimaru planted this spell mark for him, he already felt that something was not quite right, this spell mark was by no means as simple as Orochimaru himself said, it made him feel like ...... A seed. He didn't know why he had such thoughts, he always felt that the spell mark itself was a seed, slowly growing in places he didn't perceive. It wasn't until today, when he could achieve complete control over his body, that he realized that under this spell mark, there were many black silk threads that penetrated deep into his body.

These black silk threads are like the roots of a big tree, piercing into the veins, and there are some black silk threads that are aimed at, which is where his heart is.

As his mind moved, the black threads were dissolved from his body by the cells, and he pulled out his long knife and waved it lightly behind him, and a small piece of skin detached from his shoulder, and fell to the ground with something enough to make the scalp tingle and slightly shrink like a hair. In less than a moment, the black threads shrank completely, as if they were dead. After glancing at it, the Holy Kingdom left without the slightest trace.

It was true that the spell had been of great help to him, and it had given him great power, but those were foreign objects. If a person wants to be truly strong, he should choose his own strength, not let anything make him look strong.

Not long after the Holy Kingdom left, a group of wild wolves followed the scent of their kind. They found the gnawed bones on the ground, the bloody fur, and the wolf's head, which had been torn off its body by a broken neck.

Wolves are very ruthless and decisive animals, they don't care about their own kind, they only think about themselves. Instinctively, the first thing that comes to their mind is that some animal has killed their companion, and the animal that has killed their companion may be able to eat and fill their stomachs.

Autumn is indeed a good season, the season of harvest, and it also indicates that winter is not far off. In the autumn nature, the animals are about to start preparing for the winter, and the animals that need to hibernate are eating like crazy to ensure that the body has enough fat to allow them to spend the winter safely in the cave. Animals that don't need to hibernate are also frantically stockpiling food, and there is no need to venture out when the snow comes.

Wolves, too, need to survive the winter.

The wolves sniffed around, then sped away in the same direction.

There was a wolf that ran very slowly.

He limped after the wolves, looking at the kind of people who already had a hunting target as they quickly moved away, and could only follow slowly. It hopes that its companions will leave it with a little food to eat, so that it will also grow a little fat, so that it will not be too difficult to endure this winter.

A closer look at its legs reveals that its left back leg is missing a claw, which was caused by a clamp it stepped on last week. After trying to break free, it bit off its calf, then ate the calf and limped away.

Having lost the ability to run quickly, its position among the wolves was already in jeopardy, and if it could not prove itself useful to the pack as a whole, after a maximum of three or four hunts, it would be expelled by the wolves and finally freeze to death this winter.

Running hard, there were still no companions in sight, and there was the breath of companions in the air, and just as it ran through a small clearing and was about to burrow into the dense forest, there seemed to be a special smell in the air. It stopped in confusion, tilting its head and sniffing around, it smelled of blood, which it was very confident about, after all, it was also a male wolf with a certain status in the group not long ago.

There was something strange about the smell, and it didn't like it very much, but hunger overcame its little reason, and little by little it ran towards the strange smell. After turning over a thick layer of fallen leaves and looking for seven or eight places, it finally found it.

It was a fist-sized "slice of meat" with the smell of fresh blood and a smell that made it feel unpleasant. But it was really hungry, and after its limited mobility, it was the last to arrive every time it hunted, and it could only lick the few shreds of flesh on the skeleton each time to satisfy its hunger. It's a little smaller than it was a week ago, so even if it doesn't smell good, it still has to eat it.

In nature, not being able to fill your stomach isn't just about hunger!