The Northland Demon Wolf accompanies every Northerner's childhood.

For this creature, the bloodline of the Northerners remains the most primitive fear. This fear is deep and far-reaching, enough to affect the morale of an entire elite squad.

Once upon a time, there was such a legend in the North.

There was once a brave and warlike Shan Yu, who married more than a dozen wives, but never had children. So at the annual Naadam assembly, he swore to the bonfire that he would shoot down the stars of heaven and be his son.

When the oath was finished, he drank wine, raised his bow, and pointed his arrow into the sky.

Whether or not the star was shot down is a matter of opinion, but one of his slave girls did give birth to a child the following spring.

The child had star-like eyes, black hair darker than twilight, strong hands and feet, and a loud cry, which was a rare horse billet in the prairie.

There was only one thing that made the Shan dissatisfied - it was a girl.

Shan Yu was so disappointed that he said at the Naadam assembly that he would return this hard-won daughter to Heaven and pray for another son.

With that, he threw the baby girl into the fire.

The flames raged and quickly devoured the baby girl's swaddling clothes.

But instead of being burned, the girl laughed loudly in the flames.

In the flames, the baby girl turned into a girl, into a maiden, and her hair grew rapidly, obscuring her body.

The maiden came out of the flames and asked her father with a smile, "Father Khan, your daughter, who can draw the heaviest bow on the steppe, destroy mountains and rivers with one arrow, and cut off rivers with a sword, will you still sacrifice her in exchange for a male heir?" ”

Shan Yu nodded: "Yes, even if you can destroy the mountains and rivers and cut off the flow of the long river, I would rather not have a girl like this, but a son who can inherit my tribe." ”

The girl choked back tears and walked into the sea of fire, the flames swelled violently, her body gradually expanded, and everyone saw a golden-red giant wolf, walking from the sea of fire, stepping on the flame cloud and flying into the sky.

It is said that this is the ancestor of the demon wolf in the north, the possessor of the great power of moving mountains and seas, and the rare wisdom of humans.

Of course, Zhen Ying had never heard of this legend, she was like a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, standing at the front of the crowd, confronting the head wolf from afar.

The pilgrims were armed with a variety of weapons, including long knives, sticks, daggers, and of course, torches......

Why didn't this group of ignorant and pious people realize that since the Northern Demon Wolf was the embodiment of flames, how could they be afraid of the torches?

If demon wolves fear torches, how can they be the embodiment of flames?

The world's ridiculous.

Thinking of this, Zhen Ying couldn't help but smile.

As if realizing that his opponent was not afraid, the Wolf King took a step back.

Immediately, the group behind it spread out more openly.

Zhen Ying is not afraid of the demon wolf, but she can't stand the teammates behind her, they all grew up listening to the legend of the demon wolf.

One of the guards took a shuddering step forward and looked at Zhen Ying out of the corner of his eye—the leader's shock gave him courage, though not much.

He swallowed his saliva, also found his target among the wolves, and began a standoff between eyes.

But, after all, people like him are in the minority.

Most people keep an eye on the wolves to prevent them from flareing out.

The encirclement line of the wolves is getting longer and sparser.

Zhen Ying didn't dare to look back, but the second princess knew that if the wolves really surrounded the crowd, it would be the most dangerous time.

Now the two sides are facing each other, and there are companions guarding their backs.

But once the dumplings are made by the wolves, it is life or death, and the blessing and misfortune are unpredictable.

The crowd of torch-bearers scattered along the wolf blockade, leaving the shelter of the campfire, and the cold air gradually sank.

First the toes, then the knees, in this stalemate, the blood flow is not as fast as when exercising, and soon, the first person realizes that his body begins to freeze.

When I was walking before, I didn't think that many people took off their coats and put them next to the campfire to dry, and at this critical juncture, the slightest difference in physical sensation can cause a huge difference in combat power.

Under the reflection of the firelight, the fur of these wolves seemed to turn golden red, and although the green light of their eyes was much dimmer, this form was obviously closer to the legend of the demon wolf in the north.

Zhen Ying noticed that the head wolf was a she-wolf.

She, or rather her, was extraordinarily tall, almost as tall as a thoroughbred, and her fur was as brilliant as the evening clouds. The "granary" under the belly was bulging, apparently still lactating.

Humans and other animals have walked at the two extremes of evolution, and since they were able to walk upright, women who are responsible for reproducing offspring have faced even more difficult survival dilemmas - pregnant mothers have limited mobility and cannot forage alone, human cubs are very fragile and must be cared for, and lactating human females are more vulnerable than any lactating animal.

In nature, "lactation" is a buff, lactating bears are more brutal, leopards are more ferocious, and does can run fast - the mother's instinct prompts them to secrete hormones, which are strengthened during this time to ensure their survival and then raise offspring.

The leader of the lactating she-wolf is more terrifying than the average wolf pack.

She wagged her big fluffy tail, flicking it evenly from side to side, her shape was just like an unsheathed scimitar, and her tall body belt made her even if she didn't have to stand upright, she could still look at Zhen Ying with a level-headed gaze, and the two wrestled without showing the slightest slackness.

At this time, the wolves dispersed, and Zhen Ying noticed that not only the leading she-wolf, but all the wolves were shiny and close to the legendary appearance.

Suddenly, she realized something.

The wolves are not hungry.

Their desire to forage for food does not seem to be much heavier than the desire of Zhen Ying and his gang to survive.

Thinking of this, she even secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If you are not a hungry wolf, there is no need to fight to the death.

Since the leader is still lactating, he will not be too far from the young wolf.

Then, the only reason why the wolves appeared was that they smelled blood and came out to take a look.

Zhen Ying grinded her back molars and strode a few steps forward.

Sure enough, as she advanced, all the wolves except the first wolf unconsciously retreated a little.

Only the head wolf, with a gaze of perhaps appreciative or doubtful, continued to look at Zhen Ying.

She almost wanted to laugh out loud.

Zhen Ying let go of the pressure of her spiritual power, opened her mouth, and began to chant.

"Heaven and earth are chaotic at the beginning, and all things are entangled."

"You and I are destined, separated by a long red dust."

The first four verses of the chant were never the same, and Zhen Ying didn't know how to sing them later, but under her leadership, everyone couldn't help but echo them.

"Heaven and earth are chaotic at the beginning, and all things are entangled."

"You and I are destined, separated by a long red dust."

Most of the people use the Middle-earth dialect, and a few people use the northern dialect, and the loud and deep hymns are played, driving away the uneasiness and confusion in everyone's hearts.

It seemed that there was a god in the song, and more and more people in the team mustered up the courage to take a step forward.

Zhen Ying let go of her throat and strode forward slowly, her steps coherent, without the slightest hesitation.

The wolves continued to retreat, and only the first wolf still stared at the group.

Zhen Ying smiled and walked all the way to a position three feet away from the head wolf.

The head wolf had the arrogance of the master of the northern realm before, but as Zhen Ying's steps were firm, she began to gradually become confused.

Behind them, the wolves gradually retreated, shrinking, their furs colliding and making a rattling sound.

The head wolf understood.

She let out a long howl, her voice as loud as Zhen Ying's.

Everyone's hearts tightened one by one, for fear that this was a signal of attack.

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