There are two main ways to get your own wolf in the tribe, one is to get a wolf cub to feed from a young age, and the other is to go to the wild to catch adult frost wolves, the former is safe but takes a lot of energy and time, the latter is more difficult, the wolf hunter not only needs to bear an extremely huge risk, but also needs to fight wits and courage in the process of taming the frost wolf.

As the heir of the chief, Marlowe resolutely chose the latter way. Because he is the son of Tunak Warcry, his father, his father's father got his own wolf in this way, not to mention that most of the warriors in the tribe also use this method, is he, as the future chief of the tribe, not even as good as these tribal warriors?

Marlowe has his own pride, and he seeks out the lone wolf of the grasslands, a proud, strong, murderous, and cunning being than any other of his kind, a solitary creature that, once tamed, becomes extremely loyal, like his father's wolf frost and war cry.

It is a pity that the gears of fate do not shift with people's will, and often the more you want to get something, the more you can't get it.

Marlowe searched over and over again in a radius of dozens of miles, but there was no trace of a wolf, no wolf dung, not even a single wolf hair. Marlowe couldn't help but be a little frustrated, but Oga comforted him by saying that the frostwolves were all in the north at this time, and when the winter snow came, they would see the sights of those steppe beasts.

As if to allow Marlowe to find his own wolf sooner, the cool autumn lasted just over two months before the first heavy snow on the prairie came.

The cold wind carried snowflakes across the ground, and the reckless Pinak accompanied Marlowe to stand on the hillside outside the town.

"The god of winter has come back very early this year...... Pinak exhaled a hot breath, a little happy for Marlowe. "Boy, looks like you're going to have your own wolf soon. ”

Marlowe didn't show a smile, this heavy snow is just a harbinger of the coming of winter, and in half a month, other tribes will return to the south of the grassland one after another, and then the red-skinned orcs of Orim will begin to organize a large army of burning and looting in the south, and then there will be a bloody storm once a year, which will be a disaster for the tribe and the human kingdom.

"Hey, look!" Pinak snapped Marlowe.

I saw a white creature standing in the middle of the snow, it seemed to be bigger than Frost and Warcry, and it was younger and stronger than Frost Warcry, its snow-white and thick hair fluttering in the cold wind, and its cold blue eyes were watching the two people standing on the hillside from a distance.

In the heavy snow, there is only this lonely figure, this is a lone wolf!

"Lone wolf!" the gloom in Marlowe's mind dissipated as the creature suddenly appeared.

The lone wolf seemed to sense the men's misintentions, grinning and baring its sharp teeth, before turning around and hiding in the snow.

"Chase!" Marlowe kicked the Kodomon in his crotch and rushed out.

The first snow was so big that Pinak rode a wolf and chased for a short distance before he could no longer see Marlowe's figure, and after looking for a while, he couldn't find the footprints left by the Kodomon, Pinak couldn't help but scold: "Hey, why is this kid running so fast, is he in a hurry to die!"

A lone wolf bigger than the chief's wolf, Pinak is not at ease when he thinks about it, his gray wolf has been sick these days, and his nose is not good, so he can only hurry back to the tribe to find help.

Marloco, who was chasing after the frost wolf, didn't notice that he was alone, and all he had in his heart was the figure as white as winter snow.

"Chase!" was Marlowe's only thought at the moment, and when he was desperate after searching for months, he finally saw hope, how could this not make him too excited.

After chasing him for more than ten miles, Marlowe could no longer find any trace, and there was only a pale world around him, and the lone wolf seemed to have never appeared.

Pulling the reins, Marlowe sat in the saddle and listened to the Kodomon's snort, surrounded by snow and cold wind, before he found himself separated from Pinak...... A choice must be made between continuing to find the lone wolf or turning around and going home.

However, before Marlowe could make a decision, a huge figure suddenly rushed out of the snow on the side, only to see it run two steps and jump up directly, its open blood basin mouth directly biting the rider on the back of the Kodo beast.

It all happened so quickly that the lone wolf had completed a series of sprints and bites almost in the light of lightning, and before that it had been hiding so secretly, Marlowe was a little caught off guard.

Before he had time to think about it, Marlowe let go of the reins and rolled off the saddle, and the lone wolf pounced on the back of the Kodomon. The frightened Kodomon instinctively pulled out its feet and ran wildly, but it only ran about twenty meters, and the Kodomon, which was more than three times larger than the frostwolf, fell to the snow with a bang, and it struggled with its limbs, and the bitten throat was bubbling with blood, and the snow was quickly dyed scarlet.

Marlowe looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, this lone wolf was too powerful, even his father's wolf couldn't deal with an adult Kodo beast so cleanly. Listening to the bloodthirsty roar of the lone wolf, Marlowe finally realized that he was in absolute danger without help.

The lone wolf jumped on the still warm corpse and looked at Marlowe condescendingly, only to see that most of its body had been dyed red, and the hair on the corners of its mouth was also hung with congealed blood, and the cold cruelty in its eyes was even more terrifying than the cold winter.

Marlowe even saw that the hot breath exhaled by the lone wolf in front of him was also scarlet, and he held his breath, and his right hand slowly stretched out to the elven sword at his waist.

The lone wolf's eyes immediately narrowed, and this extremely human expression made people shudder.

Hearing a warning-like roar, Marlowe immediately stopped his movements, and it was best not to provoke the other party until he was sure that he would conquer or kill such a ferocious beast.

The lone wolf seemed pleased with this, and it looked down at Marlowe after biting off a piece of bloody flesh, then jumped off the carcass of the Kodomon and ran in the other direction.

The lone wolf, who impressed Marlowe, quickly disappeared into the snow.

Marlowe maintained a stiff posture and exhaled heavily, his body finally relaxed, the thrilling scene just now made him palpitate, he didn't expect that the lone wolf he had always wanted to conquer was so fierce and cunning, and he didn't expect that the lone wolf was more powerful and difficult to deal with than he imagined, and it was simply suicide to challenge the lone wolf on the grassland without full preparation.

He didn't know why the lone wolf didn't attack him, but it didn't matter anymore.

But before Marlowe could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a bell ringing in front of him. There is only one kind of person that will ring the bell on this grassland - the red-skinned orc wolf knight from Orim.

"Haha, Gul'dan, guess what I saw?

In the midst of the heavy snow, two red-skinned orcs riding gray and white wolves slowly appeared in Marlowe's sight.

"I'm sorry, I'm not an elf, I'm the son of Tunak Warcry of the Warcry Tribe. "This flat terrain is not suitable for hiding, and Marlowe can only stand still and wait to be discovered.

"Tunak's son?" the orc who spoke glanced at his companion, a greedy and cruel look on his face. "I haven't heard that Tunak has an elven son who said that you didn't kill our Kodomon!"