The mountain is not very high, except for the snow at the top of the mountain, the rest of the place is bare with dark brown rocks, and from the middle of the mountain, there is not a single tree in sight, bare, no matter how you look at it, it feels ugly and barren. Baroque follows the silver wolf as he climbs to the top of the mountain, through two rock crevices under the snow, into a cave that slopes downward.

He imagined what it would be like in his mind, but when he saw the wolf in front of him, Baroque couldn't help but be a little disappointed............ An average-sized wolf lay in a nest in a branch of a dead grass tree, with its eyes closed, as if it were lifeless. Completely different from the silver wolf's glittering silver fur, the wolf's hair was snow-white, withered and curled up, not even comparable to the frost wolf who was still fainting outside. The only thing that attracts attention is that on its forehead, there is a diamond-shaped spar, transparent, as if it is natural, and it grows on the body.

The silver wolf cautiously walked to the white wolf's side, gently snuggled up in front of it, revealing an admiring expression, and his chin fell on his front paws, quiet and docile.

Baroque bowed lightly, out of respect for the strong, even if it was just a beast: "Orc Baroque, salute you -- your child says that you are Hebrewonian wolves......! Never even heard of it. ”

The white wolf slowly opened his eyes, silver gaze, glanced at Baroque, just its eyes, Baroque had an illusion that he was seen through and had no secrets at all.

"Descendants of the Frostwolf Clan, I didn't expect that I would meet you in my last moments, it's really my luck....... The white wolf's voice was hoarse and weak, as if he was seriously ill or wounded, and his life force was almost exhausted.

"In case you're mistaken, I'm from the Gravel Wastes, not a descendant of the Frostwolf Clan. Baroque explained that he felt that he should not hide anything from the white wolf, who seemed to be a wise old man.

"Hehe, it can't be wrong, the bloodline of the Frost Wolf Clan can't be disguised, you are, that's a fact. The white wolf gasped, as if talking had consumed too much of its energy.

"Your Excellency, is there anything I can do for you, you know, I don't mean to intrude on your territory, and perhaps I can make some amends. Baroque felt that he should not stay too long, because the weak white wolf was causing him a lot of pressure............ It's not a joke, it's a real pressure, as if a huge shackle has been put on the spirit, even though the white wolf is so weak that it seems to be able to kill with a single finger!

"You can indeed do something for me, but not to make amends, but to beg you, son of the Frostwolf Clan, Baroque. The white wolf looked at the baroque with a look of surprise on his face and said, "As you can see, I am dying. Before I die, I beg your help, child. ”

Baroque has a sense of absurdity, this white wolf calls him child...... Of course, he didn't come to ask him uncomfortably, so he tentatively asked, "Is there anything I need to help?" but you see, my power is limited, and even your children can easily kill me, and I don't think I can help you. ”

"No, don't be presumptuous, kid. Outsiders don't know your power, but as the king of the Hebrewonian wolves, I've been aware of it since you stepped into this forest, and I'm very aware of your power...... Even I can't see through your potential. However, I have led you here...... You're going to help, you're hope, my hope, and the hope of the orcs. ”

"You led me here?" exclaimed Baroque in surprise, he had already felt that something was wrong, from the moment he entered the Terium Forest, as if everything was revolving around something. He was very confused, and for a time thought that he was overly nervous, but it turned out that he was guided by some kind of force, and finally came to this mountain. So...... This white wolf, who claims to be the king of Hebrewonian wolves, is so powerful that it is almost terrifying.

"There are some things that you will know later, but it's better not to know now, because it will cause you a lot of stress. You just have to remember that me and my children are the last Hebrewonian wolves, and we are phantom beasts. The white wolf licked the silver wolf beside him, and the wolf let out a comfortable growl, and continued to close his eyes, as if asleep!

The white wolf struggled to move its body, and it was too weak to stand up. Baroque immediately saw several goose-egg-sized eggs in the nest beneath him, gray and inconspicuous. Baroque felt that there were crows flying in front of him, ridiculous!

"Don't be surprised, as phantom beasts, they are all hatched from eggs. And it's not just us Hebrewonian wolves,...... I'm talking about all phantom beasts!" the white wolf explained, looking at the three beast eggs beneath him, with a look of pain and sadness!

"What do you need me to do?" Baroque is an orc shaman with a keen sense of all life, and he can't feel the pulse of life from those three eggs...... Although it is still a living egg, it is already on the verge of death! This seems to be the source of the white wolf's pain and sorrow!

"My race has been extinct for a long, long time, and I am the only one left alive. The taste of this pain is going to be maddening......!"

Baroque nodded involuntarily, he could feel the painful feeling, he almost didn't know how he survived the days after his tribe was destroyed!"Your race was destroyed?Legend has it that phantom beasts are all powerful and incomparable creatures, who has such terrifying power?" he asked.

"As I said, there are some things you still don't know too soon. You'll know later, now, listen to me continue......" said the white wolf, Baroque shut.

"I'm strong, it's not pride, it's not hubris, it's a fact. Even if the disaster destroyed my race, I would be able to get out of it safely. But I couldn't bear the loneliness, so I gave birth to four eggs with half my strength, which are my children, and they will be the hope of perpetuating my race. Looking at the silver wolf and the three phantom beast eggs, the painful eyes appeared again!

The white wolf looked proud, a kind of domineering that belonged to the king was slightly revealed, and Baroque almost lay on the ground, with cold sweat on his forehead. "I am a male Hebrewonian wolf, and I was originally unable to lay eggs. But I'm the King of the Don Wolves, and with half my life and almost all of my soul power, I've condensed four Phantom Beast Eggs, which will hatch and eventually continue my race, even if I die. But it requires me to infuse my life force into the eggs all the time......"

"Nothing is going to go too well, and my sworn enemies have never let up their pursuit and hunting for me. And I lost most of my strength because of the birth of four eggs, and I was finally discovered by them. For a long time afterward, I spent my life running and hiding. My first child was very lucky to hatch. The white wolf looked at the silver wolf lovingly and licked its fur again.

"The three of them......" the white wolf looked at the other three phantom beast eggs in pain, "not so lucky, the last time they evaded the pursuit of a mortal enemy, those damn guys suddenly doubled the number of people to surround them." All of them were Divine Phantom Warriors...... They are all illusion crystals of my dead kindred. I can't escape right away, they're going to kill my only hatching child. I had no choice but to temporarily interrupt their recuperation. ”

Baroque somewhat understood that these three phantom beast eggs were originally due to the sudden interruption of the life nourishment from the mother (or father), after all, they were not normally born beast eggs, and there were too many harsh conditions, so that they fell into a dead silence.

"The last time I escaped, I was mortally wounded, and I didn't live long enough, my poor three children...... It is no longer possible to continue incubating. The white wolf's eyes dimmed considerably, and its life force was passing so fast that Baroque could feel it clearly.

Almost subconsciously, Baroque chanted shamanic incantations in a low voice, and the power of the totem was manifested, pure, and full of life energy, surrounding the white wolf and its three eggs. To his surprise, it worked. The power of the totem melted into the body of the white wolf, and it was also able to slowly enter the beast's egg.

The white wolf didn't get too excited at first, because the power of the totem was too weak, and it was even more familiar with this power than the Baroque. But those powerful orc shamans in the past had much more powerful totemic power than the Baroque, and they only repaired their damage slightly, and then it didn't have much effect!

But then it was completely different, the white wolf's dim eyes suddenly burst into silver, like two dazzling moons, staring at the baroque.

Although the totemic power of the Baroque is weak, it has an incredible power that the white wolf cannot comprehend. It is like a thunderbolt of destruction, but it is full of vitality. It swore that even though it had lived for a long time and seen too many different powers, it had never felt the power of life and destruction at the same time. Maybe...... It can really save ......!

Baroque's face turned pale, and the color of blood faded instantly. The power of the totem disappeared immediately, and he fell to the ground in despair! He was too self-conscious, with his weak totemic power, he wanted to save the Hebrewonian wolf family, if he knew how powerful the Hebrewonian wolf was, he would not have done such a ridiculous thing. There is an analogy............ It's like a palm-sized lizard trying to save a dragon's life by transfusing blood, it's ridiculous!

The light of hope in the white wolf's eyes was not dimmed, at least it saw hope, the hope that his three unborn children would live! With the last determination in his eyes, the white wolf stared at Baroque solemnly: "Descendants of the frost wolf clan, can I trust you?"

Without waiting for Baroque to reply, the white wolf interrupted him and continued, "Perhaps the orcs have long forgotten the intimacy between the Hebrewonian wolf and the orcs. In the past, we were brothers and comrades-in-arms who fought side by side, lived and died together. But I don't have time to explain to you slowly, Baroque, take care of my children for me, in the future, you will not regret it, let alone be disappointed......"

Baroque still has to speak, he is confused, there are too many things that are not clear. The silver glint in the white wolf's eyes looked at it, and then he passed out unconscious, not knowing anything..................