In the dark night, when the full moon was in the sky, in the Demon Beast Mountain Range of the Illusion Continent, an ice wolf king stood on the top of the cliff like an emperor, staring at the full moon stupidly.

Not far behind him, there were more than 20 ice wolves, like courtiers, all silent, with a look of awe and horror in their eyes.

The Ice Wolf King was the size of a calf, but he was blind in one eye, and the light of one eye shot like an arrow, and his snow-white fur was stained with blood, and even blood was dripping from his fangs.

It was the blood of its old enemy, and a moment earlier, it had ripped the Wind Wolf King's throat with its razor-sharp fangs.

And this Wind Wolf King is its lifelong enemy, and its strength is by no means under it, and the wolves under his command are even more brave and good at fighting.

Looking at the full moon like a silver platter, it remembered a ten-year feud with the Wind Wolf King.

Ten years, this is by no means a short time, for the sake of this mountain, the blood of the Ice Wolf Clan has been sprinkled on almost every inch of land here, and it has also left countless scars on its body, and even lost an eye. Pain, hatred, humiliation...... occupies its shell.

However, none of this matters now, and it will be crowned the only emperor of this mountain, ruling over everything here.

After some time, a breeze blew through her silver-like hair. The One-Eyed Ice Wolf King retracted his thoughts, raised his head, and roared at the full moon with a "whoo~~" sound. The whistling sound spread far away, resounding between heaven and earth, and the sound was full of complacency, and a little bit of loneliness.

At that moment, an arm reached out of the ground like lightning, and with a pop, the dagger in his hand stabbed into its throat.

The one-eyed ice wolf king's howling stopped abruptly, lowered his head high, opened his mouth wide, and stuck out his tongue, but he couldn't make a sound.

The strangeness of this scene is unimaginable, and the swiftness of the shot is even more indescribable.

Immediately, the hand pulled out the dagger, and blood spurted out of the one-eyed ice wolf king's throat like an arrow.

The one-eyed ice wolf king finally spit out the breath he had just breathed out, and let out a miserable howl of "whoa~~", his voice was full of fear, pain, and unwillingness.

It never imagined that on the night of its coronation, there would be a hand on the ground, and it did not expect that the dagger in that hand would be inserted into its weakest throat impartially.

Another breeze blew, and its body shook twice, and then it swooped forward, twitched a few times, and then did not move.

Seeing this strange scene, the rest of the ice wolves widened their eyes and were so shocked that they couldn't make a sound, and they were stunned on the spot like clay sculptures.

Suddenly, there was silence between heaven and earth, and only the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the treetops could be heard.

Under the moonlight, I saw a young man slowly crawling out of the dirt underground, the dirt on his body fell in a torrent, holding a snow-bright dagger in his right hand, standing majestically on the top of the cliff, the blood on the dagger dripped on the ground one by one, making a gentle clicking sound.

This young man was fifteen or sixteen years old, with a thin body, tattered leather armor, a wine gourd hanging on his belt, his unkempt hair had not been washed for a long time, his face was fair, but his expression was very lazy, but his eyes were as bright as cold stars.

The boy glanced coldly at the wolves, thrust the dagger back into the scabbard at his waist, bent down to lift the body of the One-Eyed Ice Wolf King, and carried it on his shoulder.

The one-eyed Ice Wolf King was huge, much taller than him, lying limply on his shoulder, a thick wolf tail still dragging to the ground, blood flowing from his mouth and neck from time to time.

Seeing that the wolves were stunned, the corner of the young man's mouth showed a playful smile, put his left index finger in his mouth, and whistled loudly with a "shh~~".

The whistle was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the wolves were so frightened that they grabbed their tails and fled, and in the blink of an eye, they fled cleanly.

In the midst of laughter, the young man carried the corpse of the one-eyed ice wolf king, dressed in moonlight, and took a big stride and disappeared into the night.

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