The female ogre carried a big stick, narrowed her eyes, and staggered ahead.
Allen followed his mother, stopping occasionally to sniff in the grass on the roadside.
He did not forget the pack of gray wolves.
Wolves like to urinate and occupy territory in their active areas.
Therefore, the smell of wolf urine will always remain in the grass or tree roots.
Other little ogres have not received training in this area.
I can't smell the unique smell of wolf urine.
But Allen is different.
Long ago in the ancestral memories of other ogres, he learned the technique of inferring prey and natural enemies through smell.
Allen smelled a familiar smell.
He quickly ran forward and pulled his mother.
The careless female ogre was not aware of the danger yet.
"My dear baby, what's wrong?"
The mother ogre turned back and looked at her beloved son.
Allen pointed to the wet grass with disgust on his face.
"oh?!"
The female ogre lay down and smelled it, and her face immediately showed surprise.
"Roar! The smell of dog urine! There is a dog nearby!"
"Okay! We have dog meat to eat today!"
The other little ogres are also heartless and silly.
Allen said nothing and picked off a handful of leaves as if nothing had happened.
Rub your hands together to crush the leaves.
This is a plant similar to eucalyptus.
The leaves are rich in sap, and when crushed they emit a pungent smell, like burning mugwort.
Alan smeared the juice on his body.
The little ogres covered their noses and looked at him blankly.
I don't understand why he would smear the smelly tree sap on himself.
In fact, it's not just ogres who hate this smoky smell.
Wolves don't like it either.
If they had a choice, the gray wolves would definitely not give priority to biting Allen, who smelled terrible.
This is what Allen wants.
Not far ahead, there is a valley.
At the entrance of the valley, there are sparse and tall trees growing.
The branches are covered with small pale yellow flowers, attracting swarms of bees.
Allen looked up to observe the bee swarm, and suddenly his heart moved.
He walked up to the big tree and spit into the palm of his hand.
Rubbed his hands.
Hug the tree trunk.
Miso miso miso!
Climbed up quickly.
The other little ogres all looked surprised.
The female ogre touched her bald head and felt incredible.
She can't climb trees herself. Where did Ellen learn this trick?
Could this be the legendary talent?
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 childhood when the body is still under development and the body weight is relatively light.
However, the mother cannot climb trees, and most young ogres have no sense of such exercise.
Allen is the exception.
After all, he hides a human soul under his ogre appearance.
There is a honeycomb hanging on the tree.
Swarms of bees were coming in and out, busy collecting honey.
Allen sat on a thick tree branch.
Facing the hive is only an arm's length away.
Bees also don't like the smoky wormwood smell on him.
I won't take the initiative to sting him.
Allen casually broke off a thick branch and played with it.
while staring maliciously at the hive.
Suddenly a wolf howled in the valley.
Seven gray wolves ran over one after another.
The female ogre raised her stick high and charged forward with a roar.
Bang!
He hit the gray wolf with a head-on blow.
His brain exploded on the spot!
Two gray wolves came from behind and bit into the female ogre's calves.
An adult ogre with rough skin and thick flesh.
The fangs of a hungry wolf can only bite through the surface.
The female ogre was oblivious to the pain, waving her big stick like crazy and beating the nearest gray wolf.
If she were hunting alone, it would not be too difficult to kill all the wolves.
However, this careless mother forgot that there were still young children behind her.
The four little ogres, who are just one month old, have not yet received formal hunting training.
The skin and flesh are also relatively tender.
When faced with four gray wolves, they would just instinctively pounce on them and fight.
Regardless of physique or skill, if you challenge an adult gray wolf alone, you will be at a disadvantage.
Soon, the two little ogres died tragically under the kiss of the wolf.
Allen sat on a tree branch and shrugged regretfully.
In the previous reincarnation of the ancestral spirit, he also died in this way.
So after suffering losses, I learned a lesson.
The two gray wolves actually abandoned the little ogre's body and bared their teeth at Allen on the tree, howling in protest.
Allen is not used to them.
Suddenly the branches swung out!
With a snap, the hive was shot down.
The hive hit the ground and cracked.
The frightened bees immediately exploded their nests and pounced on the two gray wolves nearest to them.
The screams of gray wolves and the hum of bees echoed in the valley.
ten minutes later.
Allen climbed down from the tree and found the two dying gray wolves with their heads covered with bites.
Lift the stone and smash it with all your strength.
Not long after, both hungry wolves fell in a pool of blood.
The battle on the other side of the valley has also ended.
The female ogre killed three gray wolves alone.
There were also two gray wolves, seeing that the situation was not good, they ran away.
This side of the ogre family.
Two cubs died, and the other two were also bitten by gray wolves, but fortunately they were not fatal.
After the whole battle, only Allen remained unscathed.
The mother came to look for him with two bloody little guys.
At this time, he was licking honey leisurely.
Two little ogres died, one male and one female.
Unfortunately, Allen's loyal dog sister is also among them.
But, it doesn't matter.
The little ogre who was lucky enough to survive, Allen's second sister and younger sister, also knelt down and licked him for a long time.
Allen will not be short of spouses in the future.
…
Allen took the prey and followed his mother and sisters back to the nest.
At this time, his consciousness gradually became blurred.
Being forcibly kicked out of the meditative state.
Allen opened his eyes, thoughtful.
The principal's aunt said that this is a normal phenomenon.
The ancestral spirit that was just merged died at the mouth of a hungry wolf in its real life.
When he was dying and unconscious, he watched his mother, brothers and sisters fight fiercely with a pack of wolves.
Before he died, his last strong obsession was not to give up.
I can't bear to die like this.
He was unwilling to die without even killing a wolf.
If you give him a chance, start over.
He can definitely perform 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 bloodline galaxy.
Allen used the secret method of meditation to connect his spirit with the blood galaxy.
Through blood ties, the dust-laden memories are unlocked and the obsession of the little ogre is absorbed.
Allen helped him realize his dying wish.
After this, the last obsession in the ancestor's life was resolved, and there was no memory left for Allen to draw from.
Use role-playing to fulfill the unfulfilled wishes of the ancestors.
This is the most ideal state that "atavistic meditation" can achieve.
Every time such an achievement is achieved, it will bring huge benefits to the meditator!
Allen is now experiencing this benefit.
The progress of practice improved by one meditation was ten times higher than usual!
What surprised him even more was...
After this meditation was successfully completed, his ogre bloodline was finally fully awakened and he was officially promoted to a warlock apprentice!