The mother ogre staggered ahead with a big stick on her shoulder, her small eyes squinted.

Alan followed her mother, pausing from time to time to sniff in the grass by the side of the road.

He hadn't forgotten the gray wolves.

Wolves in their active areas like to pee on the territory.

Therefore, the grass or tree roots will always have the smell of wolf urine.

The other little ogres have not been trained in this area.

I can't smell the peculiar smell of wolf urine.

But Alan is different.

In the memories of the ancestral spirits of other ogres, he has long learned the art of inferring prey and predators by smell.

Alan smelled a familiar scent.

Hurriedly ran forward and pulled his mother.

The careless mother ogre has not yet sensed the danger.

"My good baby, what's wrong?"

The mother ogre looked back at her most favored precious son.

Alan pointed to the wet grass, his face full of disgust.

"Oh?!"

The mother ogre lay down and sniffed, and immediately looked abrupt.

"Roar! The smell of dog's urine! There are dogs nearby! ”

"Yay! I've got dog meat to eat today! ”

The other little ogres don't have a heartless silly pleasure.

Alan didn't say anything, and casually plucked a handful of leaves.

Rub your hands together vigorously and crush the leaves.

It is a eucalyptus-like plant.

The leaves are rich in slurry and give off a pungent smell when crushed, like lit wormwood.

Alan smeared the juice all over his body.

The little ogres covered their noses and looked at him blankly.

I don't know why he smeared the foul-smelling sap on himself.

In fact, it's not just ogres who hate the smell of smoky fire.

Wolves don't like it either.

If given a choice, the gray wolves would certainly not give priority to biting Allen, who smells bad.

That's what Alan wants.

A short walk forward is a valley.

At the entrance to the valley, sparse tall trees grow.

The branches are covered with small pale yellow flowers, attracting swarms of bees.

Alan looked up at the swarm, and suddenly his heart moved.

He walked up to the tree and spat twice into his palm.

Rubbed his hands.

Hold on to the trunk of the tree.

Woooo

Climbed up quickly.

The other little ogres were all surprised.

The mother ogre touched her bare head, and she felt incredible.

She can't climb trees herself, so where did Eren learn this trick?

Could this be the legendary gift?

As a humanoid primate.

Ogres can theoretically climb trees.

However, most adult ogres are fat and bulky, making it difficult for them to master climbing skills.

It is best to practice climbing trees during your childhood when your body is still underdeveloped and you have a low body weight.

However, mothers can't climb trees, and the vast majority of juvenile ogres don't have this sense of exercise.

Allen is an exception.

After all, under the appearance of an ogre, he hides the soul of a human being.

There is a honeycomb hanging from the tree.

Swarms of bees are busy collecting honey.

Alan sat on a thick branch.

Facing the hive, there is only an arm's length away.

The bees also don't like the smell of smoky wormwood on him.

Won't take the initiative to sting him.

Alan casually broke off a thick branch and played with it.

At the same time, staring at the hive with ill will.

Suddenly there was a wolf howl in the valley.

Seven gray wolves ran over one after another.

The mother ogre slammed into the air with her wooden stick held aloft in the air.

Boom!

Head on the head and smash it on the gray wolf.

Brains burst on the spot!

Two gray wolves, outflanked from behind, tore at the female ogre's calves.

Adult ogre, with rough skin and thick flesh.

The fangs of a hungry wolf can only bite through the epidermis.

Unaware of the pain, the mother ogre went berserk and swung her stick to beat the nearest gray wolf.

If she hunts alone and kills all the wolves, it is not too difficult.

However, this careless mother forgot that she was still followed by her young children.

Four little ogres who had just completed the moon had not yet received formal hunting training.

The skin and flesh are also relatively delicate.

In the face of four gray wolves, they will only pounce on them and scuffle with instinct.

Regardless of physique or skill, a single adult gray wolf is at a disadvantage.

Soon, the two little ogres died tragically under the wolf's kiss.

Alan sat on the branch and shrugged his shoulders regretfully.

In the last life, the ancestral spirit was reincarnated, and he also died like this.

So after suffering a loss, there is a lesson.

The two gray wolves actually threw down the corpse of the little ogre, grinned at Alan on the tree, and howled in demonstration.

Eren wasn't used to them.

Suddenly swing out the branches!

With a snap, shoot down the hive.

The hive smashed to the ground and cracked.

The frightened swarm immediately exploded its nest and pounced on the two gray wolves closest to them.

The screams of the gray wolves, and the hum of the bees, echoed through the valley.

Ten minutes later.

Alan climbed down from the tree and found the two gray wolves that had been bitten and covered in bags, and were already dying.

Lift the stone and smash it with all your might.

In a short time, both hungry wolves collapsed in pools of blood.

The battle on the other side of the valley is also over.

The mother ogre single-handedly kills three gray wolves.

There were also two gray wolves, seeing that the situation was not good, and fled.

On the ogre family's side.

Two cubs died, and the other two were also bitten by a gray wolf, but fortunately it was not fatal.

After the whole battle, only Alan was unscathed.

Mother came to him with two bloody little ones.

At this time, he was leisurely licking honey.

Two little ogres died, a male and a female.

It's a pity that Allen's loyal dog sister is also among them.

It doesn't matter, though.

The little ogre who survived, Allen's second sister and younger sister, have also been kneeling and licking him for a long time.

Alan will not be short of spouses in the future.

……

Alan took his prey and followed his mother and sisters back to the nest.

At this time, his consciousness gradually blurred.

Forced to kick out of a meditative state.

Alan opened his eyes, thoughtful.

Aunt Principal said that this is normal.

The ancestral spirit that was fused just now, in his real life, died at the mouth of a hungry wolf.

When he was dying, when he was unconscious, he watched his mother and siblings fighting with the wolves.

Before he died, his last strong obsession was unwillingness.

I was unwilling to die like this.

Unwilling to hang up without even killing a wolf.

If you give him a chance, start over.

He's definitely going to be better than this time.

The little ogre, who died young, had no chance to start over, but he imprinted this obsession in his soul and sealed it in the blood galaxy.

Alan uses the secret method of meditation to connect his spirit with the bloodline galaxy.

Through the blood bond, he unlocked the dusty memories and absorbed the obsession of the little ogre.

Alan helped him fulfill his wish before he died.

After this, the last obsession of the ancestral spirit in his life was also dissolved, and there were no more memories for Allen to draw on.

In the way of role-playing, realize the unfulfilled wish of the ancestral spirit.

This is the most ideal state that can be achieved by atavistic meditation.

Every time such an achievement is achieved, it brings great benefits to the meditator!

Alan is now experiencing the benefits.

The progress of a meditation has increased by ten times more than usual!

He was even more pleasantly surprised......

After the successful completion of this meditation, his ogre bloodline was finally fully awakened and officially promoted to a warlock apprentice!