Braving the gravel-like wind and snow, the magic leopard left a series of flower-like paw prints on the steep and barren snowfield. It has been wandering since it was driven out of its territory by another stronger magic leopard. Half a year ago
The battle in which he lost his left eye made it increasingly difficult to hunt. The increasingly weak king of the forest became a destitute scavenger, even stealing prey from short-tailed jackals to stay alive.
The cunning jackals finally realized the weakness of the former king. They screamed with excitement, summoned their companions, and prepared to complete a regicide feat. The one-eyed magic leopard could no longer rely on its deep roar to frighten its former subjects, facing the jackals.
During the siege, it fought hard, killed several jackals with its still sharp teeth, threw away half of its tail, and luckily broke through the siege and escaped.
The bloodthirsty jackals chased the one-eyed and tail-decapitated magic leopard all the way to the food-poor plateau.
There are never-ending blizzards blowing on the plateau covered with ice and snow all year round. Here, the lonely wandering king learns to lower his proud head, curl up and crawl forward in the wind and snow. Weakness, hunger, cold, and unrecoverable injuries cannot defeat him.
The Demonic Leopard is born with pride, but death can.
It has not eaten for more than a month. If it cannot find food again, the desolate and cold unfamiliar plateau will be where it will be buried.
The magic leopard lay on the snow, raised its head, and twitched its nostrils. Its keen sense of smell allowed it to pick up a hint of familiar scent from the cold and biting wind and snow.
The smell is fishy, full and fresh, and is the smell of prey. It can even identify the type and quantity of prey. A large group of fresh and healthy sheep is in the direction of the wind.
The magic leopard didn't know why a group of sheep appeared on the snowy plateau, but the desire to hunt and eat urged it to search in the direction where the snowstorm was blowing.
It crossed the valley and climbed up the steep mountain. Its physical strength was almost exhausted, and its scarred fur could no longer withstand the cold. If it failed to hunt this time, it would only meet the end of death.
However, the smell of the sheep was so strong that the magic leopard relied on its strong hunting instinct and walked around to a protruding rock. It immediately saw a group of sheep on the hillside opposite the cliff using its sharp hooves to dig open
The snow on the rocks eats away at the moss underneath.
These sheep are fat and lazy, and are surprisingly low-alert. They just enjoy the moss under the snow, completely unaware that a terrifying predatory beast is not far away, coveting them.
The devil-patterned leopard could only drool when faced with the prey so close at hand. Under it was a cliff more than a hundred meters high, and the dangerous terrain separated it from the hordes of prey. Just as the devil-patterned leopard hesitated
When hesitating, the strong head sheep discovered it. The bright blue patterns on the fur of the magic leopard made it as dazzling as a flame in the world of ice and snow.
The leader of the sheep hit the rock with his hooves to warn the flock. The sheep, big and small, ran away in panic, watching the prey run further and further away. The magic leopard sat on the rock wall in despair, feeling the cold weather.
The wind made the downcast king shiver all over his body.
The sheep didn't even move away. It quickly jumped to the highest point of the hillside, and at the closest distance to the magic leopard, it raised its head and looked at it.
The eyes of the leader sheep showed the usual slowness and gentleness of herbivores, but the magic leopard saw the signal of challenge in the eyes of the leader sheep.
Challenged by prey?
The only remaining right eye of the Demonic Leopard flashes with a fierce light. It has defeated countless challengers. Even if it is defeated by another younger and stronger Demonic Leopard, the opponent only blinds one of its eyes.
Even if it was besieged by a pack of jackals and lost half of its tail, the ferocious and bloodthirsty jackals would not dare to fight it to the end.
The wind howled, the snowflakes danced wildly, and the beast and its prey stared at each other across the cliff. At this moment, the magic-patterned leopard understood the will of the head sheep.
In order to avoid predators, the leader sheep led the sheep to the barren and harsh snowy plateau, relying on moss and ice to survive. However, a hungry magic leopard appeared in the sheep's refuge. The leader sheep had to use his own
Use its flesh and blood as bait, fight it to the death, and eliminate this terrible natural enemy for the plateau sheep.
If you jump over, you will fall off the cliff and be shattered to pieces; if you stay on the rock wall, you will starve to death in the wind and snow and turn into an ice sculpture corpse. How should the Magic Leopard choose?
The magic leopard cannot make a choice, nor does it need to make a choice. The will obeys the instinct of hunting, and the instinct of hunting pushes the will to the peak. A burst of power bursts out from the serious body, the blood is burning, and the life is
It's burning, the soul is burning, and the blue lines on the broken fur light up like flames.
Its strong hind limbs exerted force and jumped out suddenly. Its smooth body was like a sharp arrow piercing the wind and snow, leaping over the cliff and abyss, and volleyed towards the sheep standing on the opposite hillside.
The magic leopard jumped so far for the first time in his life, and it was as fast as lightning. The leader didn't even have time to turn around and escape, and was bitten on the neck by it.
The huge inertia dragged the magic leopard and the head sheep that it was biting, rolling down the steep and steep hillside. The two animals were tightly entangled, rolling on the hillside, hitting hard rock walls heavily, and shattered into pieces.
Stones and snow poured down with them, showing the heroic beauty of life.
They rolled down hundreds of meters and finally stopped on a large rock with gentle terrain, and were then covered by the falling snow. But not long after, the magic leopard held the prey that had long been killed by it, struggling hard.
He dug out of the snowdrift, lay down on the ground and began to bite and swallow the delicious mutton.
Wiltok woke up suddenly. He opened his eyes and saw the spire of the animal skin tent. Without time to think, he got out of the tent naked and ran into the heavy white rain.
The cold rain hit him mercilessly and flowed down the smooth skin. The biting chill gradually made Wiltok's mind clear. He raised his hands and observed carefully. Fortunately, they were not the magic leopard's.
Claws.
The dream just now was so real that Wiltok couldn't tell whether he was a half-elf or the one-eyed magic leopard. He clearly remembered his desperate and hearty leap to the top; he remembered hitting rocks and bones.
The pain of rupture; remember the satisfaction of killing a life after piercing the skull of the sheep with the fangs; remember the warm and sweet flesh echoing the charming taste in the mouth...
Wiltok couldn't help but chew twice. The texture of the flesh and blood was still clear. He opened his mouth and spit out a piece of raw meat with blood, and then froze.
Is that dream real?
Am I the Demonic Leopard or Vertok?
Could it be that I am a magic leopard and become Vertok?
Wiltok frowned, his thoughts confused in the fierce freezing rain. Then, a heavy voice brought him back to reality from his confusion.
"you're awake?"
Wiltok turned around and saw a deer-headed man standing in the heavy rain behind him. After a closer look, he realized that it was a half-elf male wearing deerskin and a deer helmet. However, he and Wiltok
The half-elf Tok knew was different. He was tall and muscular, with outstanding facial features, and a gray diamond-shaped crystal embedded in the center of his forehead.
"Who are you?"
"I am Gang Yan, the leader of the Taku tribe in Bolang Town."
"who I am?"
"...You have to ask yourself this."
"Then where am I?"
"In the Tower Cave, the camp of the Hemer tribe... the elves in the town like to call this place the Temple of the Earth Mother."
Wiltok looked around blankly and saw animal skin tents sitting in the open space, and many female warriors from the Hemer tribe were laughing and watching him.
"If you feel cold, we can go to the tent to talk." Gang Yan reminded.
Wiltok realized that he was not wearing any clothes, and his handsome face suddenly turned red. He quickly covered his vital parts and quickly got into the original animal skin tent.
He didn't feel cold, but he was embarrassed. He found a piece of animal skin in the tent and wrapped himself up, and then asked Gang Yan who followed him, "What's wrong with me?"
Gang Yan sat down cross-legged casually and asked, "Don't you remember at all?"
Wiltok had not yet recovered from the impact of his previous dream, and wanted to find someone to talk to. He said naggingly: "I just vomited a piece of meat, and I dreamed that I turned into a dog with blue on its fur.
A striped leopard hunted a goat in a snowstorm. I bit off a piece of meat from the goat, and then I actually had a piece of raw meat in my mouth... This was so strange, I didn’t know what happened?”
Gang Yan looked at the excited Wiltok in surprise, and said thoughtfully: "Are you sure you dreamed that you turned into a leopard with blue lines on its fur?"
Vertok nodded affirmatively.
Gang Yan fell into silence for a long time, and only the sound of rain fell into the animal skin tent. Just when Wiltok felt impatient, Gang Yan finally spoke.
"The piece of meat you spit out was put into your mouth by me. When you were dormant...your dormancy made Bottom and the others think you were about to die. He sent someone to me to heal you. I found you in
Life transformation is carried out during dormancy, but the life essence in your body is not enough, so you need to sleep for several days and nights to complete the transformation. Originally, I didn't need to worry about you, you will wake up by yourself when the time comes. However, I once promised Bottom that I would do it for him.
Do one thing. Since he begged me to save you, of course I will help you complete your transformation as soon as possible."
As he spoke, he took off his deer helmet, revealing his long and pointed ears, and continued: "That piece of meat is the heart of a night saber. I held a special ceremony to condense the strongest life essence and will of the night saber."
In its heart, cut a small piece of flesh and blood from its heart and put it into your mouth. This will allow you to absorb the life essence of that beast and accelerate the transformation of life. The dream you are dreaming of is actually a night saber.
The most profound memory, if you get the blessing of the Earth Mother, you will be lucky enough to awaken some characteristics similar to the night saber."
"However, the night saber has dark fur and is a killer at night. It is different from the blue-striped leopard you dream about. But this is not strange, and there is no need to delve into the reason. Everything is a gift from Mother Earth to you.
He is the great primordial, the source of all things in the world, and the mother of all life. We don’t need to speculate on the will of Mother Earth, and you don’t need to panic about it.”
Wiltok finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "So, I am not a magic leopard?"
Gang Yan shook his head with a smile and said: "Wiltok, you are a very special sub-elf. You need to have a good rest now and seriously appreciate the gift that Mother Earth has given you... Don't forget, don't be afraid, and don't refuse."