The Netherworld, the land of the Great Wilderness.

The sky is upside down, and the wind and snow are boundless.

"Come on...... Come ......"

The strange call rang out again, lingering in my ears.

In recent days, the rock doesn't know how many times he's heard it.

It was such a sound that made the rocks follow the sound from far away, like a heavenly magic sound.

How many times I asked the shepherd and his sister Ah Duo, they all said that they had auditory hallucinations.

However, when he heard such a voice coming from this direction, he still brought his sister with him.

His father, Ah Da, was a warrior of the Rock Tribe, who had been killed in an inter-tribal battle not long ago.

The broken knife in his hand was broken in that battle.

However, Rock knew that his father was there to protect the clan's people, because he was a warrior of the clan.

The direction from which the magic sound came from happened to be where all the Great Wilderness people thought the sacred mountain was located.

The rock wants to make a pilgrimage to Mount Kinabalu.

Pray that you will have a strong body like your father and become a warrior of the rock tribe.

He was only a twelve-year-old child, far from being a warrior.

If you want to become a warrior, you have to go through some fights before you can be recognized by the clan, and such fights can also be fatal.

……

Just when they came to the bottom of the sacred mountain, they met a group of immortals.

The immortal deprived him of everything when he raised his hand, and the more terrifying thing was the endless pain and torture imposed on the rock.

Remember......

The handsome and noble man who had snatched the she-wolf, and the green-haired little old man with a strange cane......

Hatred made him remember it over and over again, as if it was about to imprint it in his mind.

The handsome man.

A god-like man, but a devil.

The scene was still in front of his eyes, and the bastard was torturing himself in the way of the immortals, forcing him to say things he didn't understand.

The handsome and dashing guy swirled with his hands and stepped on his emaciated self.

The outline of the sheep was first outlined on his chest with charcoal, and the silver-gloved hand held a short knife with a shiny snow, scraping off a stone fragment that glowed dimly from the box he had taken out of his bosom.

The snow-bright short knife was as black as ink in an instant, and it was he who used such a short knife again and again, regardless of his own screams.

Just a sheep's head carved on his chest little by little.

He saw that handsome but hideous face, which he will never forget.

"Oh, look, it's just a lamb to the slaughter."

The handsome bastard's disdainful voice echoed for a long time, and the sound that almost squeezed out between his teeth was palpitating.

And the little green-haired old man, who had gone out and turned back again.

He stabbed his long cane into his forehead and stirred it, completely erasing it all, making the rock painful and almost dying.

"…… My tribe and I don't want to serve you in this life anymore, hehe,......"

The rock should have been dead at that time.

Otherwise, the little old man would not have given up.

The rock finally saw his distorted face, an expression that could not be spoken.

There is liberation, there is nostalgia, there is disgust and hatred, and there is resentment.

In the little old man's opinion, it is impossible for a weak person who has been so badly injured to survive in such a snowstorm.

What's more, they are still suffering from such poison, that kind of thing, even if a person like them is contaminated with a little bit, it is a dead end, and no one can get away with it.

Maybe it's the miracle of life, maybe the two lambs used their bodies to warm the little life and make the rock wake up.

……

The rocks staggered towards the hollow of the dead tree not far away.

He had to keep himself alive and do whatever it took to stay alive.

Because he hated that man.

Because there is still a sister alive.

Grabbed the short knife, which had become pitch black.

One day, he will also have a tooth for a tooth and use this short knife to carve a sheep's head on the handsome man's chest.

No

I want to carve a sheep's head on his handsome face, and humiliate him with all my might.

Two lambs squeezed in and gave him warmth so that he could survive in the snow and ice, they were his good friends, and now his hope of survival.

……

Another hope of survival is the shell hanging in front of him, swaying in the cold wind, telling him that he is still in this world, and that there is a sister in the middle of nowhere.

"Ah Duo, Ah Duo! ……"

The constant chatter is a kind of faith and strength that supports him to live.

The horizon in the distance has his hatred.

The rocks didn't dare to sleep, even if the eyelids were heavy and about to fall, they had to grit their teeth and persevere.

He was afraid that he would not wake up, he was afraid of forgetting everything.

His hatred, his concern, kept repeating in his mouth.

Even if the heart-wrenching pain in his forehead and chest was unbearable, at this moment, he was completely replaced by hatred and hope, and living became his only belief at the moment.

Hope and hatred are the strength that sustains him in life.

……

He hated those incomparably powerful immortals, and he didn't care about people's lives.

But at the same time, there is a great desire to have such power.

Since I was a child, I have always lived in the wilderness and seen too many of the weak and the strong.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, this is the norm of this world.

That's why he worked diligently and came from thousands of miles away.

He believed that the magic sound would bring him good luck.

Although, for now, it has brought endless torture and suffering.

But he hadn't reached his destination yet, and he hadn't discovered where the magic sound really was.

The rock is not a short knife, covered with tattered clothes, such a short knife is very precious to the people of the Great Wilderness.

Even the entire Rock tribe only has twelve scimitars, which are controlled by the twelve warriors of the patriarch together, and the rest of the warrior clansmen can only use bone knives made of ordinary animal bones.

Just because Abba is dead, the young and ignorant rock is not yet qualified to be a warrior.

It was only half a broken knife, and Iwagen, who was also a member of the Twelve Warriors, and his three sons chased after him.

If it weren't for the clever tricks of the rocks, I really don't know what would have happened.

Clenched the broken knife in the palm of his hand, and brushed the shell around his neck with the other hand, that was his courage and strength to overcome everything.

The rock stepped out of the tree hole and headed towards Mount Kinabalu.

……

Stampede, the sound of horses' hooves.

The galloping horse stopped in front of the rock, and the tall, burly man at the head stared greedily at the broken knife in his hand.

"Everyone's boy, where is your she-wolf?"

Iwagen and his three sons were still found, and Rock sighed in his heart, but it makes sense to think about it.

The Great Wilderness is indeed boundless, but for the people of the Rock Tribe, it can't be smaller, and their living space is only so big.

The rest of the place is someone else's territory, and the small rock tribe does not dare to set foot easily.

Especially so, Ah Da still died in the battle for living space, lost his warrior qualifications, and was bullied.

The rock silently clenched the broken knife, ready to give it a go.

"Huh! This is! ”