Wolf Mountain, more than 20 miles away from Wutuya Village, Yilan finally arrived at the foot of Wolf Mountain after two hours.

The reason why it is called Wolf Mountain is because there is a boulder at the top of this mountain, and the appearance of the boulder is somewhat like a giant wolf with a roaring moon, with its ears towering and shouting at the moon.

The boulder stands tall and becomes a symbol of Wolf Mountain.

However, Wolf Mountain does have a pack of fierce wild wolves, and their nest is on the top of the flat mountain. Of course, this is just a group of ordinary gray-backed wolves, not the legendary demon wolves. Otherwise, the faithful and brave Iasa would never dare to let Ilan come to hunt alone, because a young Hariran would not have any chance to escape in the face of the demonic beast. The magic of Warcraft, the Fireball Technique, or the Ice Arrow, will definitely make Harrilan's resistance meaningless, and eventually turn into a delicious snack for Warcraft.

Young Yilan's steps were a little trembling, and his walk was a little bumpy, but his heart was fearless, and his firm belief and understanding of Wolf Mountain made him look nervous, and the hand holding the knife kept sweating, but he still took a firm step forward and never retreated.

Along the steep slopes, over boulders, through flower-filled weeds, to a small cave halfway up the mountain, the hunter's temporary home, the hunter's base in the village of Utuya. They often come to Wolf Mountain to hunt, there will be some tools here that are not easy to carry, young Ilan is obviously not stupid enough to fight with a group of dangerous wolves, that is not what a wise man should do, "strength cannot be achieved needs to rely on wisdom to help", Harriran's wisdom is endless.

In the cave, Ilan turned out some useful things for himself, a few traps, some thick ropes, and of course some bulky weapons, battle axes, machetes, steel forks, etc., Ilan carried a battle axe on his back, a steel fork in his hand, and of course his own scimitar was pinned to his waist with the sheath. The weapons were ready to stop, and the hunt was about to begin, although he had followed Iasa to the Wolf Mountain many times, but the pair faced the wolves, and Ilan's heart was inevitably uneasy.

In order to be able to hunt successfully and minimize the danger, Ilan tossed and turned on the hillside for a long time, and finally, in a bush, he caught a pheasant in a bush with a bow and arrow made by Uncle Mandy, and Ilan did not kill the pheasant, and he was ready to let the poor pheasant make another contribution, and bravely trap a gray-backed wolf with a hook.

The wolf has a wolf way, and the snake has a snake track. Ilan searched for a long time, and finally found a mountain road that the gray-backed wolf often walked, buried the trap under the soil, put the pheasant in the center of several traps, and broke the pheasant's leg with some cruelty, and cut its wings with a scimitar, so that it could not fly.

After doing this, Ilan climbed a big tree and waited quietly, as a good hunter, learn to be careful and patient, these are very good qualities on the road to growth.

The gray-backed wolf is alert and suspicious by nature, has a very sensitive sense of sight, smell and hearing, has sharp canine teeth, is very ferocious, has strong combat effectiveness, and likes to hunt in groups. Therefore, it is very difficult for hunters to hunt, and the process of hunting wolves is often the process of withering life.

Time passed very slowly, Ilan was not idle at this time, he sat quietly on the branch of the tree and meditated on the light of the sun, although the possibility is not very high, he still hopes to awaken the elemental talent, become an excellent great magician, in the vigorous war, kill the war with the forbidden spell, and win the final victory.

Because, the attack power of the magician is undoubtedly the most powerful among all professions, every Hariran has a heroic dream, and Ilan is no exception, so he will never give up every possibility of awakening success.

Harilan embraced the famous saying, "Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration." This sentence has a long history, and it has made Hariran forget who said it, but this sentence has been circulating in Hariran, affecting the entire Eastern Continent - Hariran of the Harila Continent, and becoming the motto of generations of Hariran and the source of strength to forge ahead.

Elan sits on a common oak tree in the Harila continent, also known as oak or oak tree, dark gray-brown, slightly smooth bark, ovoid leaves, next to each other, dozens of oak trees are connected to each other, trunks, branches are coiled like dragons, branches are luxuriant, this mountain can only be seen in the small oval light spots, scattered in the grass on the ground.

Ilan sat leisurely on the branches of the oak tree, plucking acorns from the tree from time to time, and gently smacking them to his mouth, the bitter taste of which was just right to refresh Ilan. The fruit of the acorn is a nut, fluffy at one end and smooth at the other, beautiful and delicious, and is a superior food for animals such as squirrels. For waiting hunters, eating acorns and lifting their nerves is a good way to pass the time of boredom.

The wait was always long, and it was about two o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was at its strongest, and even Harriran, the children of the sun, did not want to bear such scorching sun exposure, and even more so the small animals, which hid in their caves and hidden nests.

Looking at the entire Wolf Mountain, there are almost no animals to be seen, and Ilan also knows that this is not a good time to hunt, so there is no hurry, and a good hunter always has to learn to wait patiently.

The bloody smell of the pheasant has been emitted, there is just a little wind, the wind on the mountain is strong, the fishy smell spreads relatively quickly, I believe that it will have an effect soon.

Ilan sat quietly on the oak tree, and at this moment his meditation actually had an effect, and he saw that the fire element in the air became very enthusiastic, as if it was rushing to the market, and it was rushing towards Ilan's body, Ilan was very nervous, is it going to succeed?

So he concentrated his mental power and guided the fire element towards the center of his eyebrows, and the fire element got closer and closer, and it was getting closer and closer, and it was about to reach the center of the eyebrows.

However, at this time, there was a sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping, and the pheasants under the trees seemed to sense the danger coming, and kept waving their injured wings to fly, trying to fly, and the two injured paws also kept scratching the ground and moving desperately in the grass, which may be a kind of intuition that people can't feel or can also be called a sixth sense.

Hearing the pheasant's dying struggle, Yilan's spiritual power suddenly trembled, and he could no longer control the fire element that was about to arrive at the sea of knowledge, and lost a precious opportunity for the elemental awakening.

Yilan sighed, feeling a little regretful in her heart, after all, this is a godsend, and it is a pity to be disturbed like this.

However, this is not the time to sigh, the enemy has entered the edge of the ambush circle, and what is needed at this time is a calm hunter, not a teenager who laments the injustice of fate.

Ilan held his breath, did not dare to make a sound, and remained motionless, for fear of startling away the prey that was about to fall into the trap.

The pheasant is still struggling, more intense, but it is physically disabled, and its actions are only in vain, the wheel of fate has doomed it to a tragic end, and its mission is about to be completed, although it seems very cruel to a weak life.

In this world of magic and swords, although people advocate justice, glory, responsibility, and fairness, it is more about magic, force, the law of the jungle, the power of the jungle, and the strong above.

"The survival of the fittest, the strong is king" is the unchanging truth and destiny of this world, if you want not to be oppressed and bullied, there is no other way but to become stronger and stronger.

The knife is held in the hands of the strong, and the weak are placed on the board, and since fate has arranged it this way, there is no other way but to struggle.

Ilan's eyes didn't blink, and he looked ahead, because his intuition told him that danger was coming, and sure enough, in a moment, seven or eight meters in front of the pheasant's struggle, a sturdy gray-backed wolf appeared.

This gray-backed wolf has a body of two or three meters long, a height of about one meter six, two ears erect vertically parallel to each other, a mouth that is long and pointed, a large mouth with a blood basin, large teeth, eyes sloping upward, the position is higher than the bridge of the nose, the eyes are cunning and suspicious, the silver-gray hair on the back is long and shiny, the chest is broad, the tail is short and thick, the hair is fluffy, and it hangs between the hind limbs.

The gray-backed wolf was obviously a scout sent by the wolf king, and he looked around with his eyes and listened carefully with his ears until he was sure that there was no danger, and then he shook his body towards the struggling pheasant.

Somehow, the gray-backed wolf coincidentally passed through the middle of the two traps.

This made Ilan's heart sink suddenly, the trap didn't work, and he couldn't kill the gray-backed wolf, after all, the speed of the gray-backed wolf was not covered, if he made a rash move and didn't catch the gray-backed wolf, then once the wolf was released back to the mountain, the wolves would follow one after another.

Therefore, Ilan's heart is turning a thousand times at the moment, wandering, not daring to make a decision, and said in his heart: If you can't make a quick decision, I don't know if it will attract the entire wolf pack. Looks like it's going to have to give up.

The gray-backed wolf began to try to catch the pheasant with his paws, and the pheasant jumped up desperately, pecking the gray-backed wolf's paws with his mouth, and the gray-backed wolf was very flexible to dodge, and then, kept teasing the pheasant with his front paws.

The pheasant's strength became smaller and smaller, and when it saw that it was about to die, the gray-backed wolf gave up his vigilance, stretched out his paws to hold it, and began to enjoy his feast, but the pheasant, perhaps returning to the light, suddenly jumped over the wolf's body and jumped behind the gray-backed wolf.

Although the gray-backed wolf was caught off guard, he immediately reacted, brushed his whole body and turned around flexibly, and then pounced forward, and bit the pheasant's throat in the air without waiting for the pheasant to land, and suddenly, the pheasant's neck was bitten off, and the blood flowed into the throat of the gray-backed wolf, and the smell of blood stimulated the wildness of the gray-backed wolf, and his eyes were full of the brutality of the beast.

However, the good fortune of this gray-backed wolf ended here, because it happened to fall on the trap when it landed, and it was very tragic that the trap caught the claws of the beast, and the severe pain made the gray-backed wolf give up the food to the mouth, and the body was knocked down by the pain the moment it landed, and rolled in pain on the ground, and the mournful howl spread throughout the wolf mountain, which was the injured gray-backed wolf calling for his companions.

Elan slowly descended from the tree, and he had to fight quickly, or he would miss the fighter.