The figure of the creature that appeared at the entrance of the cave was that of a wild beast.
To be more precise, it was the figure of a wolf.
Upon closer inspection, Arthur found that he knew this wolf. This big silver wolf was actually the silver wolf that led the wolf pack to suddenly appear last night and killed the group of thieves in one fell swoop. Moreover, it looked like it should be a wolf pack.
's leader.
However, it should have gotten close to Arthur last night, preparing to give a fatal blow to the dying Arthur. Why did it not attack Arthur, but instead appeared here?
Could it be that...it was this silver wolf that saved Arthur?
"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Arthur asked.
However, the silver wolf did not answer Arthur, but walked into the cave silently and lay down in front of the haystack.
It actually dozed off.
Arthur glared at the silver wolf, but the other side completely ignored the boy and continued to doze off. The atmosphere at the scene was awkward and strange, and Arthur was a little at a loss.
By the way, weapons. Let's get his weapons back first. Arthur still doesn't know whether the silver wolf is a friend or an enemy, but there is only one thing he can be sure of. As long as he has a weapon in hand, in the event of any emergency,
When an accident occurs, he won't be passively beaten!
He searched around for his sword in the cave. In fact, he found it without much effort - it was lying tightly on the big stone in the corner of the cave. The silver color of the sword
The sword blade has been put back on, and now it doesn't look like a lightsaber, but just an ordinary long sword without a blade.
Arthur hurriedly walked over to retrieve his sword. When he picked up the sword, he couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in his shoulder. He wanted to use his left hand to pull out the edgeless metal shell of the sword and let its lightsaber blade
Revealed. However, exerting force on his left arm aggravated the pain of the wound. He grimaced in pain and had to give up this plan. He temporarily used his right arm to hold the unopened bladeless silver sword.
He turned his head and looked at the wolf again. While Arthur went to take the sword and tried to pull it out, the silver wolf never made any movement. It was still dozing lazily there, showing neither malice nor malice.
Showing hostility. For a beast, this was a very strange thing - Arthur thought it would suddenly pounce on him while Arthur had his back turned to it.
However, no matter what, this is still a beast's lair, a ghostly place not suitable for staying for a long time. Arthur wanted to escape from here while the silver wolf was dozing, so as to avoid a long night of dreams. He pressed against the slightly cold wall of the cave and crept towards the entrance of the cave.
He went there without making any sound during the whole process. However, as soon as he moved to the entrance of the cave, he immediately knew that this plan was completely unfeasible--there were at least ten wild wolves patrolling back and forth in the woods outside. I don't know if it was to prevent
Is a foreign enemy invading the territory of the Big Silver Wolf, or is it to prevent Arthur from escaping from the cave?
All in all, it was impossible to escape from the sight of the wolves in broad daylight. Arthur's shoulder was still throbbing, reminding the young man that he should not act recklessly in such a bad situation.
Come on. In this world, he is not the King of Knights who can withstand thousands of troops with his own strength. In this world, he is just a weak young man. His physical abilities are greatly restricted. He can make mistakes every step of the way.
You will lose your life!
He had no choice but to wait here quietly until nightfall. The patrolling wolves would always get tired, and that would be Arthur's best chance to escape. Moreover, if he stayed honest, he might still be able to escape.
Can you take the opportunity to recover a little from the injury to your left shoulder?
After making up his mind, Arthur quietly returned to the cave again. He sat on the big rock in the corner of the cave and monitored the big silver wolf from a distance. The silver wolf was also strange.
He had been dozing all day long, but he did not wake up to show any hostility towards Arthur, and it seemed that he was not wary of Arthur at all. The young man wanted to sneak over and assassinate the sleeping wolf more than once, but he
Knowing the limitations of his current body, he estimated that the chance of a successful assassination was extremely low, so he had no choice but to give up. He didn't want to fall out with this big wolf just yet. Who knew what this wolf knew?
After spending most of the day like this, it was already dusk. Arthur's stomach began to growl with hunger. Even though he sat there all day without moving, it seemed that it would take a lot of energy to recover from the wound.
Arthur, who was a little hungry, began to feel even more at a loss. There was no food to satisfy his hunger in the cave, and it was impossible for him to run outside the cave to find something to eat. After all, there was a pack of vicious wolves guarding the outside of the cave.
At this time, the big silver wolf, who had been sleeping in the lair all day, finally opened his eyes and got up from the ground.
Could it be that it was also hungry? Did it get up to attack Arthur and treat him as its dinner? The young man couldn't help but feel nervous, and he gripped his sword harder with his right arm.
But that was not the case. After sleeping all day, the big silver wolf yawned and walked out of the cave. A few minutes later, it came back with a fresh wild animal in its mouth.
Deer---obviously that's his dinner.
Arthur looked at the big wolf in confusion, watching as the wolf used its claws to push all the wood piles and hay around it together into the shape of a fire. The behavior of this wolf was really weird. Ordinary wild wolves saw fresh meat.
Just start eating, how can you still play with so many tricks?
Could it be that this big wild wolf plans to live and roast the venison before eating it?
How is it possible...
Even Arthur thought his guess was ridiculous, but he didn't expect that the next second, the big silver wolf actually blew into the fire. Flames spurted out of his mouth, as if it was a supernatural magic.
It seemed powerful, and the flame easily ignited the pile of firewood and fodder, turning it into a fire.
Arthur was stunned when he saw the wild wolf dragging the dead deer to the fire for roasting. Its claws were actually quite clumsy. Of course, it was impossible to build a grill for barbecue, but it used its mouth to divide the wild deer into pieces.
Dozens of pieces of meat are placed next to the fire, and the heat from the edge of the fire is used to cook the meat bit by bit.
This wolf is grilling meat, really grilling meat! What is happening here? Is this big silver wolf really just a beast, not some kind of monster?!
With the help of the heat of the flame, part of the venison had been roasted on one side. And something even weirder happened. The big silver wolf actually moved the roasted meat with his mouth and turned over the cooked side, leaving the roasted side uncooked.
The other side continues to receive the heat of the flame!
Seeing this, Arthur was 100% sure that this wild wolf definitely had an intelligence close to that of a human. Moreover, the wolf also ate cooked meat, which was very unnatural. This wolf was either some kind of monster or some kind of demon.
"Who are you?" Arthur couldn't help but ask, and he knew that the other party would be able to understand him: "Show your true colors quickly! Otherwise I will------"
Pat. Not only did Silver Wolf not answer Arthur, he also picked up a piece of roasted leg of lamb and threw it in front of Arthur.
Arthur frowned, not knowing how to react.
The leg of lamb had been roasted until it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside. It was steaming hot, and the melted mutton fat on its surface left an oily film on the sheepskin, which reflected a fiery red light under the light of the flames.
Perhaps the inside of it has not been completely cooked, and Arthur can see some pink meat from the gaps in the meat. However, at this moment, Arthur is indeed hungry to a state where he can eat raw meat, and even more
Not to mention a roasted leg of lamb?
Gudu----------The young man's hungry stomach was growling again. Arthur looked over and found that the silver wolf was already eating roast mutton, paying no attention to Arthur at all.
Meaning. It would throw the leg of lamb to Arthur. It was obviously a move made when there was no shortage of food. And when the silver wolf was full, it would definitely not have any bad ideas towards Arthur.
Therefore, this leg of lamb is free of charge, so why refuse it? Arthur put down his sword and without thinking much, picked up the leg of lamb and ate it.
Without the seasoning of salt and pepper, the lamb leg was full of raw flavor and a bit difficult to eat. However, this was lamb roasted by a wolf, and it was already very good to be roasted to this point. Arthur could almost feel it when he ate it.
The food turned into nutrients and energy in his body, and he could feel that these nutrients and energy were regenerating him, repairing the wounds on his shoulders, making the weak him stronger...a little bit.
However, while eating the roasted leg of lamb, waves of richness blew in from outside the cave, making Arthur shiver. This was not accidental but inevitable, because there was a vent on the top of the cave to exhaust campfire smoke.
When walking through the zenith cave, heat rises along the ceiling, and the cold air outside the cave flows in to make up for the air pressure in the cave. This cave is a natural heater with its own chimney. I would choose to live in a place like this.
Wow, this silver wolf is really smart.
However, if you don't get close to the fire for warmth, the rest of the cave is still quite cold. Under the constant blowing of this cold wind, Arthur can't help but shiver with cold, and he even loses the interest in continuing to eat dinner.
So the big silver wolf stopped again, sitting in front of the fire with its little hands folded, and just stared at Arthur blankly. It was inviting Arthur to come over and warm himself by the fire. The boy frowned again. The wolf
It has become a spirit. Apart from not knowing how to speak, what else does it not understand?
However, there seemed to be no success in getting closer to the fire to keep warm. Arthur saw that the silver wolf had no ill intentions and would even share food with him, so he gradually began to trust the beast. He approached the fire, sat down, and roasted it.
After lighting the fire, the heat of the flame began to spread to his body, bringing incomparable comfort.
"Oh------" Arthur breathed a long sigh of relief. This made his nerves tense. The long day seemed to be finally over.
However, at this moment, the silver wolf smiled slyly at Arthur, and the smile was quite strange. The sun was already dusk, the night was deep, the moon was on the branches, and the moonlight was shining straight down from the small hole in the ceiling of the wolf den.
On the forehead of the big silver wolf.
"Ah wu------------------------------------!!" The big silver wolf howled heartily.
There was a sound.
Its eyes reflected the shadow of the moon. Staring at the moon, it began to change.