If the most dangerous place in this world is not the intrigues of the ancient continent, the cruel and ruthless Pava Federation, or the alien continent where psychics and technological products merge, it is also not the northern rocky sea where the North Sea monster Kraken lives in seclusion.
Fennir, the giant wolf in the dark elf fantasy forest, Ymir, the frost giant who sits in the Storm Mountain of the tundra continent all year round, and even the mermaid Scylla, the maker of the Charybdis vortex.
One is the Devil's Sea, which is known as the "forbidden zone of all spirits" by the world. It is the home of the world's giant pythons Jörmungandr and Hela. According to legend, these ancient beasts, brother and sister, are the first life forms in this world, and even have far-reaching status.
Far higher than gods.
The second is the Thorny Desert located south of the Pawa Federation. For no other reason than the combination of the shark Harribel and the poisonous wolf Managalm has made all forces fearful. Even the same kind of ancient ferocious beasts have some.
Many are unwilling to be easily provoked. And today, with the addition of the growing "Thirteen Warcraft" antelope knight Nellie, it is estimated that only the Demon Sea can surpass it...<
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The afternoon sun will distort the air, and the endless desert begins to float and remain motionless, just like the scene in the eyes of a drunk person. Shark Harribel still looks cold and cold, and antelope knight Nellie is still sleeping, among others.
The wounds on the body have long since healed.
However, in the Wolf Plains to the east of the Thorny Desert, Poisonous Wolf Managalm slowly opened his eyes. After stretching, he sat up. This is a three-story stone villa. From the outside,
It looks extremely ordinary, but if you walk in, you will be shocked by the interior decoration.
All the walls inside the stone villa are inlaid with dragon crystal, the floor is paved with long-extinct ancient patterned ironwood, and the displays are all made by famous craftsmen. The crystal magic chandelier is exactly the same as the one in the Royal Palace of Alchemy City.
Silver jewelry can be seen everywhere, but they seem ordinary in this stone villa.
The elegant dragon-skin brocade robe danced in the wind. The poisonous wolf Managalm sat alone at the dining table and ate, like an old human aristocrat. A desert wolf cub seemed to have smelled the delicious food, but he didn't know where it was.
Shi squatted at the door of the stone villa. However, the little guy did not dare to take another step forward. He could only look at the food in the hands of Poison Wolf Managalm and drool.
The poisonous wolf Managalm is accustomed to this, because this is a desert wolf plain, and it is estimated that apart from mosquitoes, the number of desert wolves is the largest. A piece of barbecue drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and finally fell in front of the cub, and
At the same time, Poison Wolf Managalm also finished his lunch and walked slowly to the west of Wolf Plain.
Time passed by, and the dazzling afternoon sunlight turned into a touch of orange, and was replaced by dots of stars. Poison Wolf Managalm seemed to have no intention of stopping, maybe because he liked this kind of leisurely stroll, or maybe
We have already determined our direction, and we have enough time to enjoy the tranquility of the night.
Rustling, the dragon-skin brocade robe occasionally made small noises as it rubbed against the grass and trees. Poison Wolf Managalm's expression was indifferent, but his mind could not help but go back hundreds of thousands of years ago, to the ancient era of murderous beasts.<
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Even in the ancient era of ferocious beasts, the poisonous wolf population was a weak group with less than two hundred people. Today, the poisonous wolf population has only one survivor, Managalm. If he is not willing to waste his life force,
Producing offspring is only one step away from complete extinction.
The poisonous wolves lived in the ancient continent in the early years, in a place called the "Miasma Swamp", with lush trees and sunlight that could not penetrate all year round. Although there were few in number, the poisonous wolves lived a very comfortable life, because with that kind of talent
Toxins, at least except for ancient ferocious beasts, prevent any creature from entering the miasma swamp.
One night, Managalm was born. He was carried into the grass nest by his parents. Although he had not yet opened his eyes, he could sense everything in the outside world. However, this beautiful period only lasted less than two hours.
The giant elephant, covered in scars, stumbled into the poisonous swamp.
His left eyeball was broken, only half of his long nose was left, and his big ears, which were like cattail leaf fans, were also torn off. His arrival woke up all the poisonous wolves. Although they didn't know who the other party was, they didn't know who he was.
Fear of a dying person.
However, after the battle, the giant elephant showed extremely terrifying strength. Not only was it not afraid of the erosion of the poisonous mist, it could not even be harmed by the sharp steel teeth of the poisonous wolf.
The first one, the second one, the third one, nearly a hundred... The poisonous wolves fought bloody battles to defend their homeland, but the reality was cruel. Managalm was suddenly awakened by the noise outside the cave.
I felt something pressing on me. The smell was very familiar, no different from my mother's. A warm current flowed along the skin of my face and into my mouth. It was extremely bloody and sweet.
Managalm slowly opened his eyes, seeming very uncomfortable with this strange world. A figure blocked the moonlight, and with the last scream, the miasma swamp returned to calm.
"You are the last bloodline of the Poison Wolf clan, and I am the wolf king. Live on, bury this hatred deep in your heart, and rectify the name of the Poison Wolf clan when you transform." Three months later, the figure left.
Go, but tens of millions of years later, the name of the giant wolf Fennir resounded throughout the sky, and the dragon clan was almost completely overthrown because of this.
That year, Poison Wolf Managalm finally transformed into a human form, but due to the lack of help from his elders, his appearance finally settled on that of an old man. But diametrically opposite to his appearance, Poison Wolf Managalm's character was very...
Unruly, or extremely vulgar.
That year, he went to the fantasy forest of the Dark Elf clan alone, hoping to express the kindness of the giant wolf Fennir for not killing him earlier. But because the giant wolf Fennir was in the pain of losing his wife, he directly rejected those compliments.
The words were regarded as an "insult". In the end, the two ancient ferocious beasts fought, but the poisonous wolf Managalm fled to the other side of the world and never dared to step into the Elven Continent again.
From that time on, the poisonous wolf Managalm got acquainted with the shark shark Harribel. He was very grateful to the other party for taking him in, and vowed to protect the Thorny Desert forever, even if he died because of it.
This is the legend of the poisonous wolf Managalm. In the eyes of many Moronir scholars, he is just a person favored by the goddess of luck, a loser who twice escaped the wrath of the giant wolf Fenir. p>
But who can really understand his experience? A wolf cub who was born as an orphan, after thousands of years of ups and downs, finally became successful. To be honest, the so-called "luck" is also a part of strength, and it is also a part of everyone's strength.
It is something that the strong have. It can only be said that jealousy has blinded many eyes, and paranoia shows off their grace on the stage, while those who are truly discerning have no choice but to leave the stage sadly.
In the eyes of the world, the poisonous wolf Managalm is synonymous with "lascivious" and "vulgar". But if you think about it carefully, he has not taken any actual action at all. It is like a wild dog that barks all day long.
The level of harm is far less than those foragers hiding in corners.
The morning fog dissipated little by little, and Poison Wolf Mana Galmu finally stopped. The sea breeze at Wrath Cape was still so salty and humid, and the half-round sun lit up the waves of the Qin Sea. The deep purple magic power was as real as Poison Wolf Mana.
Garm quickly shuttled across the ocean like a ghost. Looking at the direction it was traveling in, it turned out to be the Sage Coast of the Goblins.