This is an old mountain wolf, different from the gray-white or black fur of the common mountain wolf, this brown mountain wolf was once the leader of a small mountain wolf colony, and its brown body hair is its distinguishing feature as a demonic creature. As a mountain wolf with an average lifespan of only 20 years, although this mountain wolf broke through the shackles and was promoted to a demonized creature, its lifespan has not increased much, and it can only live to 30 years old, and it has now reached the limit of the lifespan of an ordinary mountain wolf, 20 years old.

Although it theoretically has a third of its lifespan left, in the fiercely competitive and brutal forest, aging means being eliminated, and the wolves need to be led by a new, stronger wolf head. The blind eye was injured not long ago by a young wolf who had been newly promoted to a demonic creature by the wolves. With many years of experience in predation, and having more advanced fighting skills, it means that you have more scars on your body.

The old wolf was defeated, and its one eye was both the end of an area outside the Murphy Forest that had once roared, and the best gift to the new leader of the pack, who needed to establish his majesty.

The old wolf dragged his scarred body out of the Morphy Forest and made his home in the Bering Mountains.

There are many demonic creatures and demonic beasts in the Murphy Forest, and most of their food comes from ordinary beasts, and only high-level demonic beasts will choose low-level demonic beasts or demonized creatures as food. The old wolf used to hunt with more than 20 young wolves to follow, and he didn't worry about eating and drinking at all, even if he met a low-level demonic beast, he didn't cowardly. There are more than twenty wolves, against low-level demonic beasts, and the victory side is still a little more on the side of the wolf pack, and wolves are social creatures.

Now, the old wolf is worried about food. The magic in its body gradually dissipated, and as a wise former wolf head who had lived for more than 20 years, it clearly knew that it had entered the end of its life, so it came to the Bering Mountains.

There are very few demonized creatures in the Bering Mountains, and winter is approaching, many creatures have migrated to the Murphy Forest, and the area where the old wolf is staying is only three demonized creatures of the same level. The big crab that lives in the saltwater lake to the south, the eagle on the mountain wall to the west, the leopard in the forest to the north, and the one to the east. Each of the four demonic creatures has its own territory, and no one is afraid of anyone, but no one wants to provoke anyone.

There are very few creatures still active in the woods in late autumn, and the old wolf spends half of his time every day looking for food, and today he is not very lucky, and he has been looking for nearly a morning, except for a brainless guinea pig appearing and giving it a tooth sacrifice, nothing else has been found.

Do you want to go to the leopard's territory to the north? The old wolf thought that there was nothing in the saltwater lake in the south except the big crab and its relatives, and there was no need to think about the mountain wall in the west, the old wolf was not an ape, he could not climb the cliffs, and only the leopard who had a small forest as his territory might have a harvest.

After thinking about it for a while, the old wolf shook his head and headed north.

Locke tensed up and crawled on the ground, feeling the brown wolf fade away, and only then breathed a sigh of relief. scolded secretly, just came out at such a distance, and met such a murderous thing. A wolf with a body length of more than two meters, Locke has seen it for the first time, and with that strangely colored fur, it shows that this wolf is not easy to mess with. Locke, who has not yet recovered to his heyday, of course has to hold on.

Standing up and feeling his surroundings carefully, there were no other creatures, Locke relaxed, looking for possible edible fruits, he hadn't forgotten why he had come so far.

This time, Locke was on Locke's side, and a strange tree with a trunk like a bamboo appeared in front of Locke, with clusters of white fruits like bunches of grapes on the top of the branches more than 10 meters high.

At about two or three o'clock in the afternoon, Locke returned to the cave by the lake. The bunches of grapes-like fruits hanging on his body were the harvest of his busy work for half a day. It took a lot of effort for Locke to climb such a thin trunk for the first time.

Angelina, who has recovered a lot, is already able to sit up, although she can't walk yet, but she is a few days away from being fully recovered. Angelina had been sitting on a straw mat in the cave for hours, and the boring wait gave Angelina a thought that she had never felt before, like a wife waiting for her husband to return.

If it weren't for the inconvenience of her legs, Angelina would have wanted to go out to find Locke, she couldn't imagine how she would live alone in this empty jungle without Locke by her side. Just when Angelina's patience was about to be worn out by time, Locke, who was covered with booty, finally returned. Angelina was excited to get to her feet, but stumbled and sat down again. It's a good thing Locke didn't see it, otherwise he would definitely have been amused by Angelina's cuteness.

Locke saw Angelina sitting in a precarious position from a distance, scratched his head, and said hello: "Hey, how are you?" Locke didn't know how to face a woman who was a princess at this level, and held back an unnutritious word.

"Yes, alright. Angelina didn't know what to do with this guy who took advantage of her, so she followed Locke's words.

This is the first formal conversation between the two since they met, simple and naïve.

In order to avoid the embarrassment of the atmosphere, Locke hurriedly packed up his lunch meal, went to the sand beach to turn over the stones, opened another 'broiler', and stuffed the fruits into it as much as possible, he did not choose to catch two strange creatures, and Locke would not kill this creature until there was a new source of meat.

The white grape-like fruit that I found later was edible, but the taste was flat, neither sour nor sweet, as if it had no taste. The only thing worth mentioning is that this fruit has a lot of water, and Locke ate a few of them, and the water flowed in his mouth.

When he was done, Locke tore half of the 'broiler' and gave it to Angelina, and handed her a few more yellow fruits, and it was lunch for the two. It was a very simple lunch, and both of them ate it with relish, and Locke was worried that as a princess, she would not be used to eating these simple foods he made.

Angelina is not a picky person, and she is also hungry, so she doesn't care if the food is good or not. Besides, the food made by Locke tastes very good.

"What's your name?" asked Angelina casually during the meal.

"Locke, my name is Locke, what about you?" Locke asked rhetorically, having taken care of Angelina for so long and taking so many advantages, he still didn't know the name of this princess.

"Angelina Faustin, you can call me Angelina. Angelina said.

"Oh. Locke replied.

With the name of the country as his surname, Locke just doesn't know the knowledge of the nobility, and he also knows that Her Royal Highness the princess is definitely an authentic royal child, and she is a direct line. The gap between the two is too big, and if it weren't for the previous encounter, Locke would definitely not have the calmness he has now, chatting with Angelina. Most of the time he will be very respectful and low-pitched.

The two continued to eat, Angelina pointed to the food in her hand and asked, "How did you catch this salt crab?"

"Salt crab, do you mean 'broiler'?" Locke suddenly realized, "There are a lot of these things on the sandy beach over there, and this thing is easy to solve." Locke introduced Angelina, "Just don't get caught in its pincers, you can do it with stones." ”

"Broiler?" Angelina wondered, "why did you come up with such a name?"

"Because it tastes a lot like chicken. Locke replied honestly.

"Poof~" Angelina was amused by Locke's answer.

The atmosphere between the two was also accompanied by this laughter, and they became harmonious. "Did you know? The Salt Crab has the potential to evolve into demonic creatures. "Angelina is like Locke with popular science knowledge.

"Demonic creature?!" Locke raised his voice, he had seen a demonized creature, that is, the wolf he happened to meet in the morning, that is, in his heyday, he didn't dare to pack a ticket to be able to do that wolf, this little thing can also be promoted to a demonized creature?

"Yes, the Flood Salt Crab is a type of octopus crab, and they have a chance to comprehend three powers: salt, water, and power, as long as they have a chance and comprehend one of them, they can evolve into demonic creatures. Angelina talked eloquently, which she learned from reading the books in her teacher's collection.

Angelina said a lot, Locke didn't understand much, what kind of octopus crab, Locke didn't know what Angelina was talking about, but he understood one, he had slaughtered a lot of this gray-white crustacean, and it was very likely that he would be promoted to a demonized creature.

"Why don't I slaughter them all now while they're not evolving. "Locke doesn't want to be surrounded by bombs all the time, and it's a nest of bombs.

"The evolution of living things is not so easy. Angelina gave a blank look, "Just like the evolution of our human race, whether it is the advancement of a magician or the advancement of a knight, it is not an easy task. The promotion of Warcraft is even more difficult, I heard the teacher say that without genius earth treasure and adventure, it is impossible for Warcraft to evolve in a lifetime, and it can only maintain its own inherent level,"

Unlike human beings, who have the skills of knights to cultivate their fighting spirit and the secret books of magicians to condense spiritual power and gather magic power, the evolution of demonic beasts can only rely on the passive evolution of the ontology, and there is an upper limit.

"And what if when did this thing evolve?" Locke asked, taking the last bite of his food.

"Then blame us both for our bad luck. Angelina replied firmly, and then asked as if she remembered something, "Are there a lot of salt crabs around here?"

"Not much, except for the seven or eight I killed, there should be five or six left. Locke thought for a moment and replied.

Angelina blinked, looked at Locke and said, "15, it is a tribe of flood salt crab standards, and it is likely to have a crab king." ”

Locke suddenly had a bad feeling, "King Krabber, what is that?"

"At least a demonic creature that has comprehended a power. Angelina told Locke about the unfortunate truth.

Locke jumped up suddenly, a demonized creature may be nearby, and he also slaughtered a lot of people, this is not to fight with him.

Angelina didn't panic, she looked confident.

"One more thing to add, after the flood salt crab evolved into a demonic creature, it is no longer called the flood salt crab, according to the different comprehension powers: there are saltwater crabs with salt systems, force system force king crabs, and water system tidal crabs, these three kinds of crabs are all going to hibernate!" Angelina smiled slyly.