On a cold night in the far north, on the endless ice field, two vague figures were moving slowly.

The snow was so deep that it took them a long time to climb up a high slope from a distance. It was empty and silent, except for the rustle of their footsteps.

It was only at this time, under the light of the red moon, that it became clear that the two were one elder and one young.

The elder was in his sixties and seventies, with a somewhat thin face and a bloated fur coat. With his hands tucked up in his sleeves and a priceless jade horse-head harp in his arms, his legs sunk deep in the snow.

The young man was only seven years old, thin in stature, and wore only one autumn suit. He stood like a ghost on top of the snow.

They stopped here, and the elder said, "This is the birthplace of the Wolf King. ”

The boy's name was Xue Leng, and people of his age were supposed to study in a private school, but he was curious about the experience of the wolf king, so he came to the grassland to find the answer.

Suddenly, a distant wolf howl, the elder looked in the direction from which the voice came, and said with a smile: "The wolf here has a more desolate howl than elsewhere, a deeper tone, and a longer aftersound. ”

Xue Leng looked into the distance, his gaze seemed to be the eternal long night, and said, "After the zenith trial, King Chena seems to have changed as a person. I'd like to hear his story before the Zenith Trial. ”

Meng En raised his head, looked at the red moon, and said to himself: "A thousand years ago, there were endless conquests among countries. Natural disasters and man-made disasters have made people from all over the world miserable. Legend has it that King Chena was a messenger sent by the gods to put an end to the strife. This matter has to start with the flying wolf. ”

Meng En's eyes looked at Xue Leng and said with a smile: "Back then, the snow wolves were the masters of this ice and snow, and they were the real elves of nature. At that time, there was a mercenary group known as the "Snow Wolf" that was most famous. They not only call themselves snow wolves, but also hunt snow wolves, and respect those who kill many wolves. At that time, there were many such regiments, and they killed almost all the snow wolves on the ice field. Now, the snow wolf has been completely extinct, and the kind of wolf that is as big as a cow and pure white can only be seen in pictures. ”

Speaking of this, Meng En's gaze turned into the distance and sighed with a smile: "The snow wolf is the totem of my clan, if you can let me see it with my own eyes, even if I die immediately, there will be no regrets in life." ”

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A thousand years ago.

At the foot of the snow cold, there was a snow wolf mercenary group, with a total of twenty-six people. The location is very good, with high ground and a wide view.

Outside the camp gate there was a flagpole with a wolf's skin hanging from it. The skin was peeled very completely, fluttering in the cold wind, and it looked a little depressed.

The leader of the Snow Wolf Mercenary Group is a bold man named Flying Wolf, who is twenty-seven years old this year. Often exposed to the cold wind and hot sun, he looks more like a thirty-seven year old.

The flying wolf calls himself the king of wolves, and every time he calls out to his subordinates, he will shout in a rough voice: "Wolf cubs! ”

At this time, the members of the group had just finished the exercise, and just as everyone was resting, they only heard the flying wolf shouting: "Wolf cubs, look, there are two wolves over there." ”

The flying wolf held a horsewhip, pointed in one direction, looked back at his subordinates, and happened to see three new young men, and casually nodded: "You, you, you, go and take them down!" ”

For the first time, the three young men received the order, picked up their bows and arrows, turned on their horses, cheered excitedly, and galloped away from the high ground with a puff of smoke and dust.

When the wild wolf came out to watch, he had already sensed the crisis. They pricked up their ears and looked at the camp alarmingly. Seeing the three of them rushing violently, he walked slowly into the distance. Seeing that the pursuers were approaching, they ran, and when they saw that they were still safe, they slowed down again, teasing the three young men who had just debuted and drifting away.

The rest of the crowd burst into laughter and scolded one after another:

"Three chicks, played by two wolves."

"I don't even understand the fucking scattered encirclement."

"Let's go home and herd the sheep."

"Eat your mother's milk, hahaha."

"Fools, you're shooting arrows."

When the three of them heard this sound, they were angry, shook their whips, and galloped to continue chasing the wolf.

When the flying wolf saw that the people were far away, he disappeared after turning to a high ground, and he didn't come back for a long time, and his heart suddenly felt uneasy, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He had heard that there were snow wolves in the area, but he had never seen them. He knew that the snow wolf was a fierce creature and that it was cunning and difficult to catch. Did you run into a snow wolf? He couldn't worry about the three young men, so he led two cronies to look for them in the direction where the three disappeared.

When he ran for more than ten miles, he saw that there were three dead horses in the meadow that had been gnawed by wolves, and all the internal organs were hollowed out.

The flying wolf was secretly frightened in his heart, and said: "I only saw the horse but not the person, most of them have suffered an accident. If you can put three horses down and take three more people away, there may only be snow wolves. ”

"Boss, what are we going to do?" Two cronies were eager to try.

"Chase." The flying wolf shouted, leading his cronies to speed up the horsepower. After walking more than ten miles, he saw that there were blood stains in the grass, dismounted and pushed aside the grass, and three bloody corpses suddenly appeared in front of him, which were the three young men just now.

The flying wolf dismounted and looked through the corpses, and the internal organs of the three men were also hollowed out, leaving only three empty shells.

One of the corpses had its neck bitten off, and a bloody head was not far away. The flying wolf leaned over to observe, and there were all kinds of signs that this head had been bitten off, and it was impossible for ordinary wolves to do a little.

"Boss, it was the snow wolf who did it, right? To fight or not to fight? A cronie asked in surprise.

The flying wolf's face was gloomy and his brow furrowed. On the surface, it seemed that Snow Wolf did it, but he always felt that something was wrong in his heart, and it seemed that things were not as simple as they seemed on the surface.

He looked back and saw that he was too far away from the camp, and he secretly said that something was wrong in his heart. If it was really the snow wolf who was plotting to kill them, the three of them would have been a little less numerous. He is superb in martial arts, and he is naturally not afraid of the blessing of true qi, but his cronies may not be able to go back alive.

But if it weren't for the snow wolf, it would be even more terrifying, and man would always be more terrible than the wolf.

He knew that there were many great people in this world who could manipulate creatures through their abilities. Fang Jin was in the midst of war, and the corps attacked each other. It is not uncommon for some legions to spend a lot of money to hire high-ranking people to destroy hostile forces.

At this time, he faintly felt fear, and the uneasiness in his heart made him sigh a long sigh of depression.

He was a tribal general, but his army was shattered in the war, and the chieftain committed suicide after his homeland was destroyed. Later, he gathered the remnants of his army and wanted the chief's son to succeed him, but he was defeated again. Disheartened, he came here to hunt wolves.

In the past few years, he has been quite comfortable.

But at this time, the depression in his heart was not inferior to a big defeat, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable. always felt that something was wrong, and the uneasiness in his heart warned him that he might have fallen into a trap.

Exhaling a depressed breath, the flying wolf's hand covered the dead man's eyelids and carried the body onto the horse's back.

After chasing the wolf and killing people, in order to reduce unnecessary losses, the flying wolf had to return to the camp first, and then make a plan.

On the way, the flying wolf lowered his head and pondered, and the more he thought about it, the more depressed and boring he felt in his heart.

It was almost dusk, and the flying wolf counted the time, thinking: Why didn't anyone come out to answer it?

At this moment, his cronies exclaimed, "Boss, look, there is smoke coming out of the camp." ”

The flying wolf screamed badly.

The horses galloped to the top of the dirt slope, and saw that there was a mess in front of them, and the fire had broken out in the previous camp, and no one was heard.

As the head of the regiment, the flying wolf is like a thunderbolt in the middle, and his heart suddenly penetrates, this is a plan to transfer the tiger away from the mountain!

He has been using soldiers for many years, but he didn't see this simple plan, and he regretted it in his heart. But the big mistake has been made, and now it is important to extinguish the fire and see if there is any survival.

However, there is not much water in this place, and although there is some snow, it is still a drop in the bucket. There were only three of them, and they could only watch their camp burn to the ground.

After the fire was extinguished, it was already the middle of the night, and the flying wolf checked the camp, and one of the twenty charred corpses was not bad, and the charred corpses all had traces of being gnawed by wolves, without exception. The big man seemed to be ten years old, and sat on the ground dejectedly.

The comfortable life in the past few years has made him feel a lot more comfortable and open up a lot. I wanted to hunt wolves here, but after this remnant life, he has long forgotten what ambitions and what help the world.

The flying wolf clenched his back molars and thought: Is it a wolf or a human? How could a wolf have such a high IQ? If it were a person, there would be no trace of anyone coming here. I must find out the truth, revenge for injustice, and revenge for revenge.

Under a huge blow, his ambitions were reinvigorated.

The three men buried the body and divided the property that could be taken away.

The fire was extinguished, and darkness plunged around. Tonight's moon is obscured by dark clouds, and it is a dark and windy night of murder.

The flying wolf turned on his horse, and with hatred in his eyes, he galloped south with two cronies. He thought that there were many people in the south, and he wanted to go to a friend and ask his friend to help him take revenge.

After traveling for more than 100 miles, suddenly a fierce wind hit the side. The flying wolf slapped his palm at the wind, and in the darkness he felt like it was being knocked back. But he didn't feel well, the tiger's mouth was slightly numb, the mount under his crotch screamed, fell out a few steps laterally, and lay down with his legs bent, and then stood up. If it hadn't been for the good horse of the horse, the blow would have caused it to collapse to the ground.

The Flying Wolf didn't see what was attacking him, slowed down, and came to the side of the two cronies, walking side by side with them. The three of them widened their eyes and looked around warily, but they couldn't see anything because it was too dark.

The flying wolf clenched a mace in his hand, and the two cronies also drew their waist knives and followed the flying wolf without saying a word.

Suddenly, two ghostly fires rose in the distance. Immediately after that, I only heard the sound of rustling in all directions, and then four, six, and eight...... It didn't take long for the darkness to be densely filled with ghostly fires.

The flying wolf carefully discerned it before he could see clearly that it was not a ghost fire, but the eyes of a group of wolves!

The wolves didn't make much noise except for footsteps, and they seemed to be a well-trained pack of wolves.

The flying wolf was shocked in his heart, he had never seen so many wolves gathered together in his life, and he knew that tonight would be more auspicious. His scalp was numb, and he hurriedly reined in the horse's head. He had the courage to break into the million-company camp alone, but in the face of so many vicious wolves, he felt powerless.

After being shocked, he took a deep breath, gave a decisive order, and shouted: "Charge!" ”