Chapter 52: White Bone Mountain, White Bone Sword

Wolves are very vengeful creatures, and as the leader of a pack of small wolves, the head wolf has a deep hatred for Bu Lichen after losing all his companions.

After recovering from its wounds, it left the sad land of Reis.

Its target was a wild area dozens of miles away from Reis City.

The wolves that were besieged by the giants led by Arnie and Reiner came from the wilderness.

The Wild Lands, as its name suggests, are vast areas uninhabited. It is not desolate, on the contrary, it is full of life, and countless species of life reproduce and reincarnate in it.

Speaking of which, human beings have never been the masters of this world!

Even when the human race was at its peak more than a hundred years ago, it only stopped at Reis City, and did not dare to expand into the wild region, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare, he couldn't do anything.

The wilderness is very powerful, and there are a large number of powerful species living in it, beyond the imagination of human beings, if there is a fight between the two, it will not take more than a minute for humans to perish!

They didn't set foot outside the wilderness, because it was too desolate and barren......

Yes, the fertile soil in which human beings thrive is nothing more than desolate land in the eyes of these beings, like the difference between a tropical rainforest and a desert savannah.

The reason why the wolf king led his tribe out of the wilderness and stepped from a paradise of abundant food to a barren hell was completely out of necessity-

It was kicked out!!

That's right, this powerful wolf tribe that has brought a lot of trouble to the Titan is just a loser in the wild region, because of the failure to grab the territory, the losses are heavy, in order to continue the survival of the race, not to be eliminated by other coveted tribes, in desperation, can only take a "road of death" and get out of the wilderness.

In the simple thinking of every wolf, the idea of "strengthening the strength and returning to the hometown to regain the territory" is imprinted.

It's a pity that their luck is too bad, so they settled down here, and the Titans came over, in order to survive, they can only fight with the Titans, as for the result, they know it......

The head wolf may be the last member of this wolf tribe.

In this context, it especially hated the Titans and Bu Lichen, who in its eyes was also a member of the Titans.

So, it made a difficult decision -

Return to the wilderness!

Not to take another look at their homeland before they die, but to find a way to lure out other races and bring them into battle with the Titans!

With such a firm "belief", the head wolf overcame the fear in his heart and once again stepped on the "road of death".

The so-called "road of death" is actually a long mountain road similar to a valley.

The overall terrain of the wild region is much higher than the area where humans live, and the elevation change between the two is very abrupt, so a mountain range rises in the middle and spreads for an unknown number of miles.

The entire mountain range is covered in dense vegetation, and at a glance, it looks like a cyan dragon lying on the ground, stretching into the unknowable.

However, at the top of the mountain range, there is a deep ravine like a rift, which cannot be seen at a glance and is unfathomable.

This deep ditch also spreads from beginning to end, becoming a moat, forcibly separating the two areas.

The "Road of Death" is a natural channel between the two realms.

In fact, there is much more than one road to death, they are all winding mountain roads, and the terrain is like a narrow depression between two steep peaks, which is very strange.

It's as if there are holes torn in this mountain range, and these "roads of death" are the result of the evolution of these "cracks".

Due to the topography, these roads are very dark and damp, so they have become a paradise for countless snakes, insects, rats and ants, but most of them are highly poisonous, which has also achieved the reputation of "death road".

The head wolf still vividly remembers that nearly a quarter of his companions remained in it forever to become fertilizer for plants in order to cross one of the paths of death......

I can't help it's not afraid!

But, even so, it resolutely decided to return to this death-filled path.

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When it set foot on the familiar land again, the head wolf was in a trance.

Its tail was only a little longer than a palm, and its originally sturdy body had lost a full circle, and it could see ribs one by one, and its body was full of criss-crossing scars, several of which were still fresh, and you could see the pus and black and yellow flesh inside.

In addition to this, it was blind in its left eye, leaving only a black hole, a broken front leg, and it was lifted up when it walked, not daring to touch the ground.

Still, it walked steadily without a hint of bumps.

After a brief trance, the head wolf reacted and felt that something was wrong.

This land is a little too quiet!

If there had been such a wounded prey in such a big way before, the creatures that smelled blood around would have quietly approached, hidden among the dense branches and leaves, and secretly observed.

In that case, you should be able to feel a lot of malicious eyes.

The atmosphere is ...... It's so peaceful!

The head wolf circled around, and indeed smelled the breath of those "enemies" that he was familiar with in the past, and he could be sure that the latter also felt his own breath, but for some reason, these "enemies" only moved a little, and then fell silent again, as if they were all hibernating.

Suddenly, the head wolf sensed a different breath.

"Delicious" flavor!

As long as you can eat it, your wounds will heal and you will become stronger, stronger than those with noses and teeth...... Such thoughts naturally welled up from the bottom of my heart.

Following the induction in the dark, the head wolf moved three feet and walked towards the depths of the wilderness.

Unbeknownst to it, when it left, a faint green light lit up among the gloomy jungle foliage.

The owner of these eyes took a deep look in the direction where the head wolf had gone, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes. Immediately, they came out of their hiding places and headed in the direction where the wolf had come.

Many former enemies have no interest in fighting at this time, but they just guard their own tribes, sniffing all the way, following the breath left by the head wolf, and walking in the opposite direction.

Their appearance is clearly in the ...... Refugees!!

On the other side, the head wolf headed straight towards the center of the wilderness in a daze.

Although it was still wounded and very tired, it was like eating Xuanmai and drinking vigorously, and it couldn't stop at all.

Nearly a hundred miles from the edge of the wilderness, this low-lying place was originally a lake, a place for a large number of herbivores to drink, and a place for many carnivores to hunt, and fierce battles were staged all the time.

Here, it is a microcosm of the cruelty of nature.

But at this moment, the beauty and cruelty of the past are gone, and in their place, there are countless white bones!

Yes, white bones. Or rather, bones.

Herbivores, carnivores, large animals, small animals, flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in water, all there.

Their feathers, scales, and fur were still there, scattered all over the place, but all the flesh and blood were gone, leaving a white skeleton piled up on the ground, layer after layer, making this place a hell of bones.

It seems to be a hell of bones in a mythical story, and when you look around, you can see a white and miserable skeleton.

The layers of bones emitted an invisible and strange aura, spreading to all sides, contaminated with this aura, and the plants, trees and flowers began to wither and wither, and then the original color faded and turned into a palpitating gray-black, as if carbonized.

The gray-black plants and the white skeletons are intertwined to create a strange and scalp-tingling picture.

I don't know how long I walked, but the head wolf finally arrived.

It became more filthy and scruffy, its fur was messy, and its injured front leg was completely useless.

The next moment it stepped into the "Hell of Bones", its eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of dust suddenly lit up and returned to their original state.

Immediately, the surrounding scene came into its view.

A strong sense of life and death crisis washed over its heart like a wave of rage.

With a "whoop" cry, the head wolf turned around and ran, but was blocked by an invisible barrier, inexplicably circled around, and returned to the same place strangely, just like a ghost hitting the wall in a folk novel.

This strange situation made it even more frightened, and it rushed out frantically.

It's just that its sense of direction is confused, and it's obviously "facing outward" in the feeling, but it is actually running wildly towards the center of the Bone Hell.

The lake had been filled with bones, and the water had become a dark liquid, viscous, like oil, but without any smell.

The bones continued to pile up, forming a small mountain.

On the Mountain of White Bones, a sword was inserted, a miserable white sword of white bones.

The hilt, sword, and body of the sword are all made of white bone, and they are pieced together one by one, and you can still see very clear traces of splicing.

This is a two-handed greatsword, with a simple and atmospheric shape and no decoration. The part of the big sword that is exposed outside the white bones alone is two meters long, and I don't know how many parts are buried in the pile of white bones.

Next to the Great Sword of Bones, there was a man on his knees.

Or rather, most of them.

Because, that person only has the lower part of the neck, and the small half of the neck and head do not. It's not the type of Headless Horseman, but, it hasn't "grown" yet!

Although he had no head, he could tell from the position he was kneeling to, and the object of his prostration was the huge two-handed sword in front of him.

He is the sword slave of this sword, and the slave of the sword soul in the white bone sword.

The head wolf ran to the foot of the White Bone Mountain.

A ray of bright red light as blood suddenly shot out from the sword slave's body and into the body of the head wolf.

The next moment, a strange scene appeared!

The wolf's body dried up at a super-fast speed visible to the naked eye, and in just a few breaths, it demonstrated what it means to be skinny and bone-in-cheek.

An even more vivid red light burst out of its body and returned to the sword slave's body.

The fracture of the sword slave's neck quietly increased a little, and a part of it "grew".

Looking at the head wolf again, with the slight sound of bones colliding, it fell down in a daze, falling on the original bones, doing its part for the White Bone Mountain.

A ghostly wind blew, and its dirty fur was blown away for more than ten meters.