"Get up, get me out! Let's go!"

The dilapidated tent was torn open, and with the swing of a short stick, a few curled up and ragged men in the tent were violently driven out. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A group of people were driven out in a daze, but they did not dare to complain, but with a face full of horror, they looked at the barbarian who was wielding a stick and giving orders.

The savage was tall and strong, wrapped in animal skins, with an unknown oil paint on his face, and a fishy smell all over his body, and he had not taken a bath for many years. He was also brutal and cruel, and several of their companions who tried to resist and escaped, but he brutally beat them to death with that bloodstained stick.

To them, the wretched people who had been taken captive, this barbarian called Hatch was their heaven, their master, their destiny, their life and death.

The sun had not yet risen, and the sky had not yet dawned, but the whole camp began to be busy, eating and eating, packing up the camp tent, a busy scene.

Hatch, the barbarian, also gave the order, pointing to a filthy wooden barrel and saying, "Hurry up and eat, and then hurry up and pack up the tent, hurry, it's about to go!"

The food in the barrel smelled pungent and unappetizing, but everyone knew that if they didn't eat it, they wouldn't have the stamina to finish the day, and if they were left behind, what awaited them would be Hatch's stick and death.

One by one, dirty, even broken bowls reached into the barrel, scooped up the disgusting food, and forced himself to swallow them.

Redhart was no exception, holding back a violent feeling of nausea, forcing himself to swallow the greasy, fishy, complex-tasting food into his stomach.

It had been months since they had been captured, and several of their companions could not bear the despair and wanted to resist or run away, but without exception, they were all captured, and then Hatch picked up the sticks and smashed them into pulp again and again.

And this meat puree, there is a good chance of ......

Redhart doesn't want to die, he has a wife and children, parents and friends, and constant care, he wants to survive, he wants to return to that beautiful hometown, to return to that warm home.

But he knew that he had completely left his homeland along the way, and even left the motherland and the land he was familiar with.

He resented why he was a veterinarian, taken captive, and driven through the deserted mountains.

He was a little lucky, fortunately he was a veterinarian, had some value, and could survive, and the soldiers who had been guarding them to collect medicine were brutally killed after being identified.

He just hated, he just regretted, why did he propose to come out to collect medicine, if he didn't come out, he wouldn't have run into this terrifying wolf herding clan!

He didn't know what werewolves were, although he had occasionally heard their legends, what believed in the moon god, what was cruel and easy to kill, what was surrounded and suppressed by the Holy See, etc., but he never paid attention to it, which was too far away from him.

But now it was different, the legendary nightmare turned into reality, and a group of them were driven into the terrifying wolves, and were coerced to help the wounded giant wolves heal their wounds.

They had to control their fears, and in the face of a terrible wolf howl, a pair of eyes that chose to devour people, and a bloody mouth with blood, they medicated, bandaged, and treated those tall and strong giant wolves.

After months of deliberate listening and collation, Redhart knew that this was a fabled group of wolf herders who wanted to rush to the Northland. Accidentally, they ran into a cavalry that had been scattered in the battle, and a fierce battle ensued. Although they finally eliminated the cavalry and saved their whereabouts, they still suffered great losses, and many giant wolves were wounded, even seriously.

Luckily for them, shortly after the battle ended, they were met by a team of veterinarians who had come out to collect medicine......

The wolf shepherd walks with the wolf and dances with the wolf.

Next to the camp, outside the tents, there were huge wolves. Werewolves lead them through forests and mountains, hunting and hunting, and sometimes even raiding small villages on the edge of the forest or at the foot of the mountains.

And their relationship with wolves is also different from that of the common shepherds on the mainland, compared to domestic animals or meat. They are more like companions or friends with wolves.

They will attack together, they will run away together, they will sleep together, they will eat together, they will talk to wolves, they will communicate with wolves, they will go out of their way to groom them, they will clean them.

They will learn from the wolves, and learn the most primitive martial arts according to the wolves' pounces and bites. Wolves also learn, learn to live in packs, learn to encircle and attack, break down the resistance of the prey herd, and get more food.

There is a great harmony between humans and wolves, no abandonment, no betrayal, no killing, only sincere unity, helping each other, and learning from each other.

In Redhart's view, it is savage and bestiality, but in the eyes of the shepherds, it is nature and harmony.

The buckets of food were slowly emptied, and the tents were put away, divided into sections, tied up again, and carried on their backs.

The surrounding wolf herders, the members of this wolf herding clan, also packed their bags and howled one by one, calling the giant wolves who scattered into the forest.

The crowd was gathered, surrounded by wolves, and the leader of the wolf herders, the patriarch of this wolf herding clan, a taller and more robust savage man full of rough and wild man, began his speech before departure:

"There are still five mountains! After five more mountains, we will be able to reach the Iron Forest! When the time comes, there will be the Black Wolf Clan, the Gray Wolf Clan, and the Flower Wolf Clan...... And the strongest of the wolf clans, the demon wolf clans! There we will have sacrifices! The greatest sacrifices! With our blood and flesh! with our hearts and souls!

"Sacrifice!" "Sacrifice!" "Sacrifice!" "Sacrifice!" ......

The wild people all around howled.

"We are the White Wolf Clan! We are the descendants of the giant wolf Squire! We are the giant wolf chasing the sun! We are the wolves of Doom, we are the wolves of the world! We are the sons of Fenrir!"

"Fenrir!" "Fenrir!" "Fenrir!" "......

Cheers and howls erupted from the sidelines again.

"We will reach the Iron Forest! We will defeat all our opponents! We will get all the glory! We will be with Fenrir!"

"Together!" "Together!" "Together!", "Together!......

The shouts of men and the trumpets of wolves are united.

"Let's go!"

At the sound of the order, the crowd and wolves rushed forward, and began to march towards the mountains visible to the naked eye in the distance.