Babas fully understood that he had been taken away from the western mountains, and had completely moved away from the City of Thorns. www.biquge.info The rocky mountains, the rugged mountains, the dark roads, the valleys and the roads are full of yellow autumn leaves and maple trees, unlike the barren western plains.

Flocks of purple butterflies fluttered between the rocks and the trees, and Babas was convinced that the land beneath his feet belonged to the country of High Rock. The sea and merchant ships also fully confirm that this coastal land is the east side of the sky.

For several days in a row, it went on and off without rest. Returning to Rex to fight with him becomes the only goal in his heart, and what he wants to do the most at the moment. This slow, heartfelt goal tormented his spirit, prevented it from concentrating on its thinking, and even affected its judgment, causing it to take the wrong path several times, and finally crossed the mountains before returning to the right path.

Now, its heart has formed an inseparable bond with that man, like friendship but stronger than friendship, it is willing to follow in his footsteps, obey his will, and be willing to take risks with him to experience a more complex and complex world.

In the wilderness of the forest, it ran desperately along a white, deserted road, opened its mouth wide, stuck out its pink tongue, expanded its nostrils and breathed roughly, and the violently beating heart in its body provided a steady stream of power. For the sake of its companions, for all the sorrows and misfortunes of the past, and for the hardships and hardships of the future, its heart was wrenched and tormented, and it made a gesture of prayer to the Holy Spirit, and raised its head to the gloomy sky with a long wail, crying out its sorrow, loneliness, and helplessness.

Babas worries about his companions, but also endures endless loneliness. In the night, it replaces longing with running, and in the daytime, the smell of longing is stronger, and it must interrupt the signs of longing with greater speed. High-speed movement is the limit of its physical endurance. The long running took a toll on his legs and feet. The foot keys were extremely tired, and they made silent protests with pain and swelling. It began to limp until it reached the border fortress between the High Rock Kingdom and the Empire, near Rift Mountain, before it stopped to rest.

Suddenly, from the silence of the mountains came a long howl of the wolf, where it had just walked, and the howls echoed one after another. "The predators are planning a hunt!" Babas thought to himself.

Its body was still tired, weak as a newborn baby, unable to respond to any attacks from the outside world. It must now avoid the predators, or it will become food for their mouths. It also knows that its kind are intelligent, possess the highest intelligence of their class, and are both united and cooperative.

Under the command of the head wolf, they fought together, advancing and retreating together, all fierce and strong, murderous, and this momentum crushed all the weak. Especially when it comes to hunting prey, the top intelligence is vividly embodied, and every hunt is perfect.

"There's an unlucky guy going to be eaten. Babas muttered to himself. It knows full well that its compatriots are top killers and will not miss any opportunity to rip the throat of its prey. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little sympathy for that "unlucky guy".

Away from the avenue, Babas walked into a heather-covered cliff and hid in a bandit camp halfway up the mountain, not far from the avenue. It crawled on a cold moss-blackened red rock, ready to enjoy the impending carnage. Sure enough, ten minutes later, a down-and-out elven youth appeared in its field of vision. The young man looked back as he ran, and ran forward in a panic. Seven grayish-brown wolves came in hot pursuit, moving as fast as ghosts, and their soldiers crossed the thorn bushes by the side of the road in two ways, ready to surround their prey. Three wolves had overtaken the elves and stood in front of him.

The gray wolves turned their mouths up, the fur on their backs stood on end, revealing their snow-white fangs, their ears were flat, their eyes were wide open, their hind legs were half-crouched, and their mouths let out a low growl. They threaten and intimidate the "food" and force the other to submit.

The elven youth had to stop and hold the wooden staff to his chest to protect himself. "Hey, go away! I'm not afraid of you. He yelled at the wolves.

His shouts had no deterrent effect on the hunters, and the wolves carried out their plans in an orderly manner. They had known for a long time that this piece of meat was lonely and had no help, and from the first time they met, the leader of the wolf pack had already told everyone the secret.

The leader is a strong, middle-aged old wolf, with black-brown fur all over his body, fluffy and supple. A pair of green eyes sparkled. There was a brutal, dark red scar on the black nostril. It stood calmly behind the wolves with a serious expression and a loud voice, directing the other members to attack or besiege, and Barbas not far away could hear it clearly.

The elven youth was nervous, his eyes were quick, and he swirled among the wolves with his cane. The roars and howls around him distracted him, straining him from the approaching predators.

One of the skinny wolves was ordered to attack first, baring its teeth and looking up at its prey. The front leg lowers the body, and when the opportunity comes, it pounces on and bites. After making all the preparations for intimidation and intimidation, it finally struck. Ran two steps forward and then jumped towards the elf's body, like an arrow to his neck.

The skinny wolf's mouth opened wide, its fangs as sharp as knives nearly biting the elf's throat. The elf took a quick step back, avoiding the wolf's teeth, but the skinny wolf's front paws had already grabbed his arm, pin-like nails snapped into his leather armor. He lifted his leg and kicked the skinny wolf, right in the stomach, kicking the first intruder a foot out, and the skinny wolf fell to the ground, screaming loudly and getting up and dodging backwards. But it didn't go far, still hovering on the edge of the line with its tail between its legs.

The elf carefully guarded against another attack by the skinny wolf, while vigilantly observing the movements of the other wolves. These killers are all flaming, energetic, and full of evil. Repeating the teasing trick of approaching and retreating, each wolf plays the role of a decoy, playing with the food that is fast to the mouth but still not yielding. If you want to provoke him to anger and make mistakes, as long as he is negligent, every wolf will rush forward without hesitation and tear him apart.

Babas was worried about the elves' situation, and he felt that it would not be long before the elves would become a meal for the group. And there has been no such tragedy yet, just because he still has the physical strength to fight, but time will eventually make its choice, and it is only a matter of a moment to live or die.

The elf wielded a wooden staff and repelled every killer who rushed at him. The wolves also did not slack off, and under the command of the leader, they launched a wheel tactic, constantly attacking to consume his little physical strength. They will seize any opportunity to bite their sharp teeth into the fragile throats of elves.

The encirclement of wolves continued to get closer to their prey, crawling close to the ground. The elf whirred his staff and knocked one of his sneakers to the ground, and the wolf screamed, like a spring, and fled back into the pack with a terrible leap, causing a panicked retreat.

At that moment, the elf recited a spell and pointed his left hand at one of the sitting, young, strong wolves, and a puff of blue smoke erupted from his palm, and the smoke surrounded the wolf with unmistakable accuracy, and the young wolf looked ignorant, not knowing how the smoke was going to change in him. It looked frightened, overwhelmed and did not dare to move, looking at the smoke suspiciously, and then throwing a look at its partner for help. After a few seconds, its identity was completely changed, and its consciousness was turned upside down.

The wolves all maintained expressions of suspicion and curiosity on their faces. They see the changes that happen to their peers, but are not sure if the results of the changes are beneficial to them. Therefore, there are doubts about the trust in it.

The elf cast a telepathic spell on the wolf, linking its spiritual world to its own will in the form of soul chains. In the spirit world, they have formed allies. The elven wolf sprang out of its pack, expressed its loyalty to the elf, touched the elf's palm with his nose, licked his fingers, and stood side by side with its new owner. Bared his teeth at the wolves around him, roared threateningly, and the mane on his back stood on end.

The sudden mutiny caught the wolves off guard. The old wolf king was furious and terrible, and he could not tolerate betrayal by his brothers, and his roar was even more cruel and cruel. The final general order to attack was given to the members of the team. It feared that if it tried like this, more of its compatriots would be converted by that strange smoke. Now, they have to taste the meat.

The elf gained a companion, and his stress was relieved a little. But it's far from relaxing. The number and direction of the wolves' attacks became more frequent and varied, and he had to expend more attention to deal with the sudden appearance of fangs.

The battle broke out in constant delays, and two wolves besieged them, forcing the elves apart from their newly acquired companions. The controlled elven wolf also wanted to retreat after its master, but was surrounded by four other gray wolves, who trapped it in the middle, opened its mouth like pincers, and tore wildly at the soft fur and hind legs.

The trapped beast is also very brave, using its teeth to pay tribute to the killers. However, after all, it is too weak to deal with more teeth. The four wolves, including the old wolf king, ate it like tearing a cloth, and their former companions and comrades-in-arms have now become everyone's food. The elven wolf let out a terrible howl, and it didn't let out a full howl before it died.

The separated elf was angry and anxious, and he wanted to save his only companion when it was attacked, but he was always haunted by the two gray wolves, and could not get close to the poor little thing. The gray wolf blocked all the routes he could approach and stared at every movement of the elf with a fierce gaze.

He had no choice but to watch as the elven wolves were devoured alive by them. In the end, only two legs remained, and the assignment was given to two important fighters of this battle. They ran to the thorn bushes next to them with their own delicacies and ate happily.

The meat of their own race was not enough to feed the hunger in their stomachs, and hunger was still stirring up in the stomachs of every wolf. They were thinking about the other piece of meat they hadn't just gotten, and the old wolf king licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, revealing his red tongue, and he led the three warriors, and his eyes glowed strangely.

The elf shouted as he retreated, but his roar seduced the wolves forward. After this battle, his physical strength was completely depleted. He was so exhausted that he couldn't find any strength in his body to fight this group of killers who had eaten food and were still in good spirits. He recited a quick elven phrase, then sat down on the ground, listlessly looking at the creeping wolves.

He gave up his efforts, preferring to be eaten by wolves rather than hopeless.