Strange rocks and mountains, angry seas and wild sands, thousands of ice and snow fields, wood forests, long rivers are turbulent, and extinct wilderness. In millions of years, the wind and clouds have changed, and the years have carved a new world, and written its legendary name, the maple land.

The Covering Sun Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and the mountains are towering, faintly revealing the breath of new life. In the northern foothills, houses are crisscrossed by a complex road, and on the side facing the forest, several lookouts stand out. The outer world of the village is covered with thorny fences, and there are spears between the gaps in the fences, three by two, and the tall wooden door in the middle is hung with a plaque of Pu Mu, which reads: , three big characters. The village was silent in the darkness of the night. There were a few faint "rustling" sounds from rubbing the leaves in the dense forest. The night watchman on the watchtower looked around. With a deep beast roar, a piercing alarm rang out in all directions. On a large tree in the middle of the forest, a young man leaned lazily against the branches, looking in the direction of the sound.

"Beast Impact!" shouted the people on the watchtower. The beasts broke through the outer barriers, scurrying wildly with thorn-pierced wounds, sometimes a few pierced by spears, rolling and wailing in pain.

"Stay inside!" someone exclaimed.

The herd took refuge in the house, and everything on the road outside the house was covered by the herd. Leaving a fragmented and broken patch.

"Whew!"

"Wolf!" the voice from the watchtower trembled. The wolf that followed the herd wantonly tore at the wounded beasts that had fallen to the ground, tearing off their flesh alive, and a terrible cry resounded through the night sky.

"Light the torch! weapon!" said an old man, and an old man rushed to the roof. "Guard the doors and windows, the head wolf is furious and angry, and it is easy to be provoked, so don't attack them first. ”

There was silence all around, and in the distance there was the howl of the wolves getting closer and closer, and the head wolf put down the prey in his mouth, and the ghostly green light of his eyes pierced into the bottom of the heart, and fear filled the heart.

With the roar of the wolves, more wolves poured into the village. "Kill them, kill them!". The moment the wolf attacked, the arrows shot down, piercing their bodies. The wolves surrounded the isolated watchtowers, gnawing on the logs that supported the towers, and the people on the towers shot arrows, lit their clothes and threw them down to drive away the wolves, and the towers crumbled and finally overturned, and the wolves swarmed up, and the silent lonely night came the wails and helpless cries of humanity.

"Get them back! Get them back!" the people rushed out of their houses, swords in hand, shouting to fight with the wolves, and the people threw torches, and by the light of the torches, groped for the remaining bodies of their companions in the chaos of the night, and before they could return, they were overwhelmed by waves of wolves. Unable to retrieve their bodies, the followers fled back to the house in despair, and the wolves followed the fleeing people into the house, and the wolves fought around the house. People who have lost the protection of their homes have to flee to other houses.

"Grandpa!"

The old man on the roof followed the sound and saw the girl's frightened expression. Her mother was escorting her to a corner. Tears rolled down his old eyes, choked and chanted prayers, and he saw the greedy wolves. "Xiao Yun! Xiao Yun!" the old man screamed hoarsely, and the wolves pounced.

The wolf that rushed to the nearest mother and daughter suddenly stopped, and a gray-white air blade pierced the wolf's body from the bottom up, piercing through the wolf's soft abdomen. Then, the blade dissipated, leaving only the wolf to slowly fall. A teenager appeared among the wolves and the mother and daughter, his off-white cloak floating gently. The wolves paused, their hideous faces filled with rage and let out a loud roar.

The boy turned abruptly and stared at the girl in his mother's arms. "Xiao Yun. The boy looked at it and smiled lightly. He turned his head to look at the wolves. Flicked his sleeves slightly, as if he was eager to try, with a relaxed look, without the tension of facing the evil wolf.

The wolves rushed forward, his expression was dignified, his hands were covered with a faint layer of gray gas, and then he waved his hands, conjuring up a cloud in the air, turning into a faint filament of qi and merging into the earth, and when the wolves tore through with their sharp teeth, his hands were clenched into fists. Long gray thorns suddenly burst out of the ground, and the wolves retreated in terror. The boy chased after the wolves, and his hands were either fists or palms, and he beat them violently. An escaped wolf rushed in the direction of the mother and daughter along the gap. The young man turned around, the soles of his feet were windy, approaching the wolf's body, and a punch hit the wolf's leg, and the wolf howled miserably and fell to the side.

The boy waved his hand and slapped another one away, feeling the touch of wolf fur in his hand, suddenly smiled lightly, rushed forward a few steps, and shouted. The wolves scattered and fled. "Hey, hey. The young man's face smiled.

At this moment, a huge figure burst out of the night, with a bloody stench from its open mouth, and crossed the wolves, letting out a huge roar belonging to the wolf king in the air, and its body stretched into a posture of culling its prey, striking with all its might. The boy hurriedly responded, waving his hand and striking at it with a blade.

The condensed gray-white qi blade ran through the giant wolf's mouth through its skull, and the giant wolf's uncontrollable body smashed into the boy, and the boy who couldn't dodge dragged his broken body like a fallen leaf to the side. The wolf struggled to its feet, but a spear pinned it to the ground, and the wolf whimpered a few times, but did not respond. The people rushed out of the houses and slaughtered the wolves, they picked up everything that could be attacked, wooden blocks, stones, men, women, and children, fearless, and the wolves, who had lost their leader, were restless and fled in all directions. The roar of humanity echoed through the night sky.