Leaving the bug-infested mountains, the Wonder galloped across the plains. It galloped at a speed that a carriage was unlikely to have, leaving a trail of dust in its wake, but fortunately there was not even a single traveler on foot, not to mention the caravan in the vicinity, and there was little fear of causing any disturbance to others.

Although there was no one to be found, the Whimsy was not without other friends by its side. Two mules ran rapidly ahead, foaming at the corners of their mouths and spurting breath from their nostrils, moistening the nearby skin. What makes them so crazy is not Lulunaka's whip, but some "good friends" from behind and to the side.

For animals like them, as long as they are carnivorous animals, they are almost always their natural enemies. What's more, it is not some ubiquitous animal beast that follows them, but something that makes their herbivores more fearful.

More than a dozen wolves surrounded the Wonder, and there were bloodthirsty beasts on the left, right, and rear of the way, and there was no intention of letting them go. These wolves are no ordinary wolves, their black fur has a strange sheen, and their hair looks like it has been forged, like a piece of wire. Their metallic exterior didn't slow them down, and they followed the Whimsy as if they were hunting.

The fear of carnivores, engraved in their minds, was activated again. If it was just ordinary beasts, it would not be a threat to them who had been transformed, but now these monsters with strange metallic luster in their fur were not objects they could ignore. Creatures of the same level, what they can satisfy by eating grass are incomparable to those carnivorous monsters, not to mention that the other party is not a lone wolf, it is a team, a collective that acts for hunting.

The Whimsy was fast, not as fast as a carriage, but the wolves were faster and not like ordinary wolves. It's not for nothing that the area where Lulunaka is located is deserted now—in such an environment, the only creatures that can survive are probably wolves. What's more, this is just the tip of the iceberg.

In the Warcraft Plains, whether it is a predator or a prey, in the end, it may become a link in the food chain of other existences, and do other existences stand at the top of the food chain?

Lulunaka was actually interested in this, but at least not right now. Unlike the whimsy and mules, who were running quickly, she sat in the carriage as if she were out of the way, completely oblivious to what was going on. The task of driving the carriage was left to Gendina, who now held the reins in both hands and had great difficulty controlling the two animals running in front of her. It wasn't so much that she was controlling the carriage, but that it was controlling her, making her go in the direction she wanted to run. It was already hard for Zhendina to keep herself from falling off the carriage, and if she wasn't careful, the chicken might fall and be gnawed into a skeleton by the wolves, but Lulunaka seemed to have a different opinion.

"You go down and let them nibble a few bites, so they can settle down a bit." Lulunaka poked her head out of it and said to Zhendina, "Running so fast, my treasure is going to break." ”

"My life is more precious than your treasure, feed the wolves yourself!" cried Zhendina, "these two mules are going crazy, can you do something!

Zhendina didn't expect Lulunaka to pity her as a weak girl, this guy would just kick her down and feed the wolves, instead of pulling her.

"Isn't it still very energetic? It was like dying a while ago, and this is not going to work. Lulunaka replied, "When people are old and have no vitality, they will die quickly, and if you don't put that spirit in your throat, you will soon grow old and die, which is not beautiful at all." ”

People always die, Lulunaka doesn't think that dying of old age is a good way to die, but many of the beings she knows think that dying of old age is the best ending for life. Is there anything more regrettable than the withering of flowers? Lulunaka disagrees. In the end, no one can convince anyone.

Lulunaka didn't want her carefully cultivated mule to suddenly fall on the spot one day because she was tired of life, and slowly didn't move. These two beasts have been living too well lately, and they have lived too long, and the brain, which has no wisdom, is probably about to lose the concept of how beautiful it is to be alive. Lulunaka thinks this is not good, and it will be another effort to find two more animals pulling the wagon. Lulunaka is still quite lazy at times, and is reluctant to get her hands dirty, especially when certain things or people are comfortable using them.

The mules, having lived long enough, were still sweating their own sweat, as Lulunaka put it, spewing the breath of old age out of their nostrils—of course, the life and death moments of being preyed on, they could not afford to be lifeless. No matter what kind of death you have, it's better than being torn to shreds by a pack of wolves, and this is the wisdom engraved in their animal instincts.

The stalemate on the run doesn't last long, wolves are very patient creatures, but they don't just wait...... They will create their own opportunities.

On the side of the wolf, three of them pounced on the mule. In the air, they didn't slow down, but explosively pulled them closer. This flutter made the mules run faster, and when the wolf's head leaned against them, the mules twisted their bodies and collided with the wolves, knocking one wolf into the air.

Three wolves pounced, and one of them pounced on Gendina and knocked her down. Zhendina, who was bitten by the wolf's mouth, let out a scream and fell from the carriage with a curse on Lulunaka. The three wolves that flew over, two of them did not gain anything, rolled to the ground, and got nothing but a bite on the mule. As for the other one, it was better luck to take away a small animal with a good mouth.

Lulunaka could hear Zhendina screaming behind her, but she didn't move, just by listening to the voice, she knew that she was in good spirits now, and it wasn't just the mule that needed to be relevant, but also her little one.

Without the man holding the reins, the Whimsy began to run off, and although it had no purpose to escape, it managed to keep running in a straight line, and now the line began to turn crooked, and it ran to the side. Lulunaka, who was in the carriage, leaned slightly to the side, "Ah, I forgot that there was no one to drive the carriage, this is not good." Lulunaka climbed out, grabbed the reins, and began piloting the Whimsy in place of Gendina.