The stone egg looked ordinary, without a trace of brilliance on the surface, and old Peter carefully observed the surface of the stone egg by the light of the fire.

He had to determine the value of the egg.

After looking at it for a long time, he didn't see the reason, and old Peter was a little disappointed, looked at the torch next to him, and gritted his teeth. So he put the stone eggs on the fire and roasted them.

One second, two seconds,... Five seconds passed, thirty seconds ... Sixty seconds...

Just when old Peter was about to give up and throw away the stone eggs as garbage, a miracle happened.

Colorful brilliance emerged from the lines of the stone eggs, forming dense, mysterious rune veins, these lights pulsated, like beating hearts.

"Well, was it dug up so quickly" The white wolf, who was tens of thousands of miles away from the Giant Wolf Mountain Range, felt something, closed his eyes, and projected his consciousness into the stone egg.

Although the stone egg has no eyes, the white wolf can still clearly see the appearance of old Peter, his mouth is so big that it seems to be able to swallow a goose egg raw, which makes the white wolf feel a little funny.

"Isn't it too shallow? My house hasn't been built yet, but forget it. The white wolf decided to wait and see, and if the man in front of him interested him, he would let the stone eggs hatch.

If not interested, even disgusted him... Then let's talk about it.

Old Peter was startled by the sudden light, and almost shoved his hand into the fire, and he hurriedly took the stone egg from the torch, and looked at it again by the light of the fire.

In fact, there was no need for fire, and the dazzling light from the stone egg was enough for old Peter to see its appearance.

"Treasure! This is a real treasure!"

Even if he couldn't understand the meaning of the runes, he could recognize the value of the stone egg, the power contained in the egg made old Peter feel fearful, and the regular pulsation meant that there was an incredible life in the stone egg.

Look around, there is no one else, and look at the stone eggs. Fear, greed, hesitation. Old Peter's expression changed and changed, and finally he showed a hideous expression, and there was a crazy light in his eyes.

Reason was telling him that trying to run away with the egg might cost him life, but he was a criminal, and the hot blood rushing through his head made him desperate.

As long as this adventure is successful, then you will be free, and maybe you can sell this egg to some big person, and live a good life with a lot of money to spend and someone to serve you!

Crime can be profitable, and old Peter, as a criminal who has been successful before, has long become bold. There are interests and the possibility of success, so there is nothing he does not dare to do.

"What are you doing, old bastard?

It's the stinky rat overseer, a guy who sees money, is greedy for life and afraid of death, and is afraid of power.

The hideous look on Old Peter's face flickered, and he threw the stone egg back into the earth, dug in the other direction, and buried the stone egg.

At least a detailed plan is needed, and possibly a few trusted accomplices!

The overseer reprimanded old Peter severely, thinking that the old bastard was grinding again, so he whipped him a few times before leaving.

Neither of them noticed that in the shadows not far away, a thin little figure was timidly staring at the place where the stone egg was buried, and a hint of yearning flashed in his eyes.

But the white wolf noticed him, it was an underage human child, and he didn't know how he got to the mine, looking at his thin appearance, coupled with the environment here, he probably didn't live long.

Maybe it was abandoned by his parents, which is a little pitiful.

Pay attention to it, and I hope this child is not too miserable.

The brilliance of the stone egg flashed, and a beacon was imprinted on the boy's soul.

If the child has a good heart, he is not annoying. This beacon will channel his soul to the white wolf when he dies.

It's just a gesture, the white wolf has no interest in helping all the poor people in the world, and he can't help it, but he can still help the poor child in front of him.

The white wolf was concentrating on his plan for the resurrection of the black wolf, and soon, three months passed.

For human nations, many great things have happened in these three months.

The Kingdom of Toulouse, in conjunction with the Grand Duke of Shaman, forged claims to the Giant Wolf Mountains and waged war against the Kingdom of Rune, which was located to their west. Five dukes and fifty-six counts were involved, and historians called the First Giant Wolf War.

A large number of heroes emerged from the war, and historians naturally write about their exploits, including the red-haired Krule from Toulouse, the Holy Light Swordsman Fuza from Rune, and the mysterious wizard Black-Eyed Devil.

But the ordinary people who died in the war seem to have been forgotten by historians, turned into strings of cold numbers, buried in the blood and mud of the Giant Wolf Mountains, unknown to the public, but forever asleep.

The plant absorbs the nutrients from the corpse and grows more vigorously. But there were very few people who dared to come to pick, most of them were bounty hunters, or attendants secretly trained by the great nobles.

The war is not over yet, the nobles on both sides are gearing up, mobilizing all their forces to prepare for a wave of general battles, and the Giant Wolf Mountain Range may turn into a human purgatory again at any time.

The three-month war killed tens of thousands of people, but it did not make these nobles feel heartache, and the attack of the Toulouse side was powerful and decisive, but it failed to achieve its strategic goal--- taking the Giant Wolf Mountains, and was dragged by the Rune border guards for a month.

By the time the army of the Kingdom of Rune arrived, the war turned into a stalemate, and the Toulouse coalition felt logistically constrained and had to retreat temporarily.

Although the Kingdom of Rune did not lose the Giant Wolf Mountains, it was burned down by the enemy and the Wolf's Tooth Fort was under construction.

Neither side got any benefit, and neither side was convinced by the other, so it would have to fight again.

Historians focus on conflicts of interest between princes and nobles, military strategists on tactics, and bards on heroic deeds.

But few people know that the direct trigger of the war was actually a small miners' riot.

But the white wolf, to be precise, his stone egg has experienced all this firsthand, which makes him feel the magic of history.

That old Peter was a gifted, determined criminal. He thought of it and did it, gathered three accomplices, planned for half a month, and set off a large-scale mine riot.

It's not because he's impatient, it's because the overseer is squeezing too hard, and Old Peter and the others are afraid that they will be played to death by these people before the plan is completed. So the plan was only half a month old, and the action was hurriedly launched.

Taking advantage of the drunkenness of the overseers, they stoned the guys who usually rode on the heads of the miners, and then began to set fires indiscriminately. The camp was in shambles.

The cultists also played a part in the commotion, pushing the local garrison commander off the Wolf's Tooth Fort, which was under construction. The cultists who had done it were hacked to death by the sword, and the hapless commander of the garrison was not killed, but was temporarily incapacitated, which prevented him from suppressing the riots in the miners' camp at the first moment.

Old Peter tried to dig up the stone egg and leave, but he never did, wasting time looking for the egg, and he was smoked alive in the dark cave.

Among the garrisons of the Wolf's Tooth Mountains were agents of the Kingdom of Toulouse, who reported the disturbance to their lords. This made the Toulouse coalition army make up their minds to take advantage of the chaos of the Kingdom of Rune to launch an invasion.

And after that, the white wolf's stone egg was tightly held in the arms of a small figure.

This little guy is the child who spied on Old Peter that day, he is an orphan abandoned by his parents and took advantage of the chaos to steal Old Peter's stone eggs during the miners' riots.

He has no surname, but he has his own name, which is called Jack. It was the other miners who started it, and the White Wolf was going to call him that.

"O mountain spirit, please tell me what to do next. ”

The little guy seems to worship the stone egg as some kind of supernatural thing, which is understandable, after all, the colorful mysterious runes on the egg are really beyond the ordinary people's understanding.

The white wolf didn't want to hatch the egg for the time being, he wanted to observe it again, but he didn't want to die without saving it.

It is too difficult for a helpless child to survive on his own. You have to give him some money to make a living.

The white wolf controls the stone egg, and several mysterious runes appear on the surface of the egg.

"Mountain Spirit, are you communicating with me, but I can't understand it..."

Jack scratched his head, he was illiterate and no one had ever taught him this.

Stone Egg doesn't respond, and Jack can only figure out how to understand. Now he is hungry and cold, sleeping in the wilderness, and can only rely on the temperature from the stone eggs to keep himself warm.

If he can't understand the information on the stone egg, then I'm afraid he won't live for a few days.

Jack looked at the runes and looked at them carefully, and was immediately fascinated, and there seemed to be a strange suction force on the runes. It's as if it can suck people's minds into it.

He stared blankly at the runes on the egg for a while, feeling dizzy, and then came to his senses.

"What happened to me just now" Jack was stunned, and found that a few runes he had just seen clearly appeared in his mind, and then he looked at the stone egg, and the runes on it had faded a little.

"Could it be that the spirit of the mountain is teaching me runes?"

Jack's mind was full of surprise, and when his mind cleared a little, he turned his eyes to the stone egg again. This time he felt a tingling in his brain, and Jack endured the pain to persevere.

The runes on the eggshell dissipated completely, and Jack fainted.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that he woke up.

"No, why did you faint for so long?"

The forest at night is quite dangerous, although there are no magical beasts, but there may be other humans, Jack does not dare to stay here for long.

He didn't dare to go back to the Giant Wolf Mountain Range, so he could only find a way to continue walking, and he didn't know the location of the nearest town.

Jack picked up the egg in his hand and walked deeper into the forest, but the sounds around him made his heart a little hairy.

Is it the wind or some animal

The sound of stray footsteps rang out in the forest, and Jack saw the light of the fire in the distance. He instinctively moved closer to the firelight, trying to stay away from the darkness.

It was an unidentified army, shining armor shining in the firelight, wheels rolling, horses' hooves shattering. The direction they were heading was the Wolf's Tooth Fort being built in the Giant Wolf Mountains.

The fire was sparkling, and at first glance it seemed like there were four or five thousand people. Jack had never seen so many humans gathered together, and he didn't know how to count the number thousands, but he was still shocked by the long dragon black and oppressive procession, as if the clouds were overwhelmed. It's breathless.

"It's Rune's army to enter the mountains at this time" Jack didn't recognize the banners of these armies, but his instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm told him that he had to stay away from these people now.

The guy with the sword is definitely dangerous, more terrifying than the beasts of the forest, although there are no beasts in the Giant Wolf Mountains.

"Who's there" startled Jack by the sudden shout, and then a man on horseback sped closer.

The white wolf had fought with the human army, and knew that the man on horseback was a being called a scout, whose duty was to scout and harass.

"It's unfortunate to be discovered. The white wolf sighed, if this child didn't use the runes in his head, his head would fall to the ground immediately.

Jack picked up the stone egg and ran into the darkness, the sound of the horse's hooves getting closer and closer behind him.

At the critical moment, the rune on the stone egg just now appeared in his mind. And try to activate them.

"What to do, what to do to activate these runes, I don't want to die yet!"

In his anxiety, Jack suddenly noticed that one of the runes flashed with a dazzling light, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, billowing flames erupted from the palm of his hand. Burned into the bushes in front of him.

"I see! The mountain spirit has taught me fire magic!"

Jack turned around in surprise, this life can be saved!

He remembered what he had just felt, tried to activate the flickering rune again, and aimed his palm at the rider who was riding towards him.

"Bastard, burn to ashes by the power of the mountain spirit!"

The runes flickered again, and billowing flames erupted towards the rider, and the horse beneath him was startled by the sudden flames. Frightened hisses, trying to avoid the flames.

But it was too late, the flames came too fast.

Just as the waves of fire were about to erupt in front of the rider, he suddenly pulled the reins of his horse. The horses stood upright under the high-speed movement, just in time to help the rider hold off the flames.

The rider clung to his beloved horse, and the huge impact tossed the two of them together, and the smell of burnt paste came.

Jack tried to mobilize the runes in his brain once more to give the other party a final blow, only to find that the runes no longer responded to his will, and his brain felt dizzy, nauseous, dizzy, and even wanted to vomit. It seems that some of his own powers have been used to the limit.

After the dizziness passed, Jack tried to find the scout again, but only saw the corpse of the horse in front of him, but the rider was gone.

It was just this stunned kung fu that Jack felt a sharp wind coming from behind him, this wind had a metallic smell, with the smell of blood and burnt, with murderous intent and anger, and the target was his own neck.