Chapter 1495: Brave New World (XIII)

The figure of the creature that appeared at the mouth of the cave was the figure of a wild beast.

More precisely, it was the figure of a wolf.

Upon closer inspection, Arthur discovers that he knows the wolf. This big silver wolf is actually the silver wolf that led the wolves to suddenly appear last night and kill the thieves in one fell swoop, and it seems that he should be the leader of the wolf pack.

However, it must have approached Arthur last night, ready to deal a fatal blow to Arthur, who was already dying. Why didn't it attack Arthur, but instead appeared here?

Could it be that it was this silver wolf who saved Arthur?

"Who are you, what do you want to do?" asked Arthur.

However, the silver wolf did not answer Arthur, but silently walked into the cave and lay down in front of the haystack.

It dozed off.

Arthur glared at the silver wolf, but the other party completely ignored the boy and continued to doze off. The atmosphere was awkward and eerie, and Arthur was a little overwhelmed.

That's right, weapons. Let's get his weapon back first. Arthur still didn't know if the silver wolf was friend or foe, but the only thing he was sure of was that as long as he had a weapon in hand, he wouldn't be in a state of passive beating in the event of any accident!

He searched the cave for his sword. In fact, it didn't take much effort for him to find it—it lay tightly on a large rock in the corner of the cave. The sword's silver blade had been put back on, and now it didn't look like a lightsaber, but just a normal longsword with no blades.

Arthur hurriedly walked over to retrieve his sword, and as he picked it up, he couldn't help but feel a sharp throbbing pain in his shoulder. With his left hand, he wanted to pull out the bladeless metal shell of the sword, revealing its lightsaber blade. However, as soon as he exerted the force of his left arm, the pain of the wound intensified, and he grinned in pain, so he had to give up this plan, and temporarily used his right arm to carry the bladeless silver sword that had not been opened.

He turned to look at the wolf again. During Arthur's past sword extraction and attempts, the silver wolf remained silent, still dozing lazily there, showing neither malice nor hostility. This was a very strange thing for a beast - Arthur thought it would suddenly pounce on Arthur while his back was on him.

Regardless, this is a beast's lair, a haunted place to stay in. Arthur wanted to escape while the silver wolf was dozing, lest he have too many nights. He crept towards the entrance of the cave against the slightly cold walls of the cave, without making a sound. However, as soon as he moved to the mouth of the cave, he immediately knew that this plan was completely unfeasible - there were at least ten wild wolves patrolling back and forth in the woods outside, I don't know if it was to prevent foreign enemies from invading the territory of the great silver wolf, or to prevent Arthur from escaping from the cave?

All in all, it is impossible to escape from under the noses of wild wolves in broad daylight. Arthur's shoulder was still throbbing, reminding the boy not to mess around in such a bad situation. In this world, he is not a knight king who can resist thousands of troops with the strength of one person, in this world he is just a weak teenager, and his physical abilities are greatly limited, and if he makes a mistake, he will lose his life!

There was no other way around, he could only wait here quietly until nightfall. The patrolling wolves would always get tired, and that was when Arthur had the best chance to escape. And, if he stays honest, maybe he can take the opportunity to recover from the injury in his left shoulder a little?

Having made up his mind, Arthur quietly returned to the cave again. He sat on a boulder in the corner of the cave, watching the big silver wolf from afar. The silver wolf was also strange, he had been dozing all day, but he didn't wake up and show hostility to Arthur, and he didn't seem to be wary of Arthur at all. The boy had tried to sneak over and assassinate the sleeping wolf more than once, but he knew that his current body was limited by his abilities, and he estimated that the chances of success were extremely low, so he had to give up. He didn't want to turn against this big wolf for the time being, God knows what this wolf knows?

In this way, it took more than half a day, and it was already dusk. Arthur's stomach began to scream with hunger, and even though he had been sitting there all day, it seemed that it would take a lot of energy to heal the wound.

Arthur, who was a little hungry, began to be even more overwhelmed, there was no food to satisfy his stomach in the cave, and he could not run outside the cave to find something to eat, after all, there was a pack of wolves guarding the cave.

It was at this time that the big silver wolf, who had slept in the lair all day, finally opened his eyes and got up from the ground.

Was it hungry too? Did it get up to attack Arthur and make Arthur its dinner? The boy couldn't help but tense up, and his right arm gripped his sword harder.

However, this is not the case. The big silver wolf, who had slept for a day, yawned, and walked out of the cave with a fart. A few minutes later, it returned, and it still had a fresh wild deer in its mouth - it was clear that it was its dinner.

Arthur looked at the wolf in confusion, watching as the wolf used his paws to pluck together all the pyres and hay around him and pile them into the shape of a fire. This wolf's behavior is really weird, ordinary wild wolves eat it directly when they see fresh meat, how can they still fiddle with so many famous halls?

Could it be that this big wolf is going to live and roast the venison before eating it?

How can it be

Even Arthur felt that his guess was ridiculous, but he didn't expect that in the next second, the big silver wolf really blew into the fire. A flame erupted from his mouth, as if it were a supernatural magical power, and the flame easily ignited the firewood and forage that had been piled up, and literally turned into a fire.

Arthur, who was stunned, saw the wolf dragging the dead deer to the fire to roast it. Its claws are actually quite clumsy, and of course it is impossible to build a grill to roast meat, but it divides the wild deer into dozens of portions of meat with its mouth, and places it next to the fire, using the heat from the edge of the fire to roast the meat little by little.

This wolf is roasting, really is roasting! What the hell is going on here? Is this big silver wolf really just a beast and not some kind of demon?!

With the heat of the flame, part of the venison is already cooked on one side. And something even weirder happened, the big silver wolf actually moved the roasted meat with his mouth, overturned the roasted side, and let the uncooked side continue to accept the heat of the flame!

Seeing this, Arthur was already 100% sure that this wild wolf definitely had intelligence close to that of humans. Moreover, the wolf also eats cooked meat, which is very contrary to natural common sense, this wolf is either some kind of monster or some kind of demon.

"What the hell are you?" Arthur couldn't help but ask, and he knew he would understand him, "Show you as you are! or I'll—"

Smack. The silver wolf not only did not answer Arthur, but also picked up a large roasted leg of lamb and threw it in front of Arthur.

Arthur frowned, not knowing how to react better.

The leg of lamb was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, steaming hot, and the molten fat on its surface left an oily film on the sheepskin, reflecting the fiery red light under the reflection of the flames.

Perhaps the inside of it wasn't fully cooked, and Arthur could see a hint of flesh pink through the cracks in the flesh. However, Arthur at this moment is indeed hungry to a state where he can eat raw meat, let alone a roasted leg of mutton?

Grunt—the boy's hungry belly was ringing, again. Arthur looked over and saw that the silver wolf was already munching on roast lamb, and he didn't mean to pay attention to Arthur at all. It would throw the leg of mutton to Arthur to eat, obviously in the absence of food, and the silver wolf would not have any bad ideas about Arthur when he was full.

Therefore, this leg of lamb is not eaten for nothing, why refuse it. Arthur put down his sword, didn't think much about it, and picked up the leg of mutton and nibbled on it.

Without salt and pepper to taste, the leg of lamb is full of raw flavor and is a bit difficult to eat. However, this is lamb roasted by a wolf, and it is good to be able to roast it to this point. Arthur could almost feel the food he ate turning into nutrients and energy in his body, and he could feel that these nutrients and energy were regenerating him, repairing the wounds on his shoulders, and making him a little stronger.

However, while eating the roast leg of lamb like this, a burst of abundance also blew in from outside the cave, which made Arthur shiver. This is not accidental but inevitable, because there is a zenith cave on the top of the cave that is used to drain the smoke of the campfire, and the heat rises up the zenith, and the cold air from outside the cave flows in to replenish the air pressure in the cave. This cave is a natural stove with its own chimney. would choose a location to live in such a place, this silver wolf is really smart.

However, if you don't get close to the fire to keep warm, the rest of the cave is quite cold. Under the constant blowing of this cold wind, Arthur couldn't help but shiver with cold, and even lost the interest in continuing to eat dinner.

Then the big silver wolf stopped again, sat down in front of the fire with his little hands in his hands, and looked at Arthur in a daze. It's inviting Arthur over to warm himself over the fire. The boy frowned again. This wolf has become a sperm, except that it doesn't know how to speak, what else does it not understand?

However, it didn't seem like a good idea to get warm near the fire, and Arthur saw that the silver wolf had no ill intentions, and even shared food with him, and he gradually believed that the beast was coming. He approached the fire and sat down, roasted it, and the heat of the flame began to spread into his body, bringing great comfort.

"Oh-" Arthur let out a long sigh of relief. It made him nervous, and the long day seemed to be finally coming to an end.

However, at this moment, the silver wolf smiled slyly at Arthur, and smiled rather strangely. The day was twilight, the night was deep, and the moonlight fell from the small hole in the ceiling of the wolf's cave and fell on the forehead of the big silver wolf.

"Ahh

The shadow of the moon reflected in its eyes. Staring at the moon, it began to change.