honor me as god

Chapter 863 The Wildness of the Wolves

"Aw—" A wolf howl awakened the distant dream.

Fitch opened his eyes suddenly, his sight was enveloped by warm golden color, and the refreshing aroma of wheat lingered in his nostrils.

Looking around, this is a beautiful golden field, the autumn wind shakes the wheat stalks, the heavy wheat ears fluctuate rhythmically, and the little flashes of the sun linger on the wheat tips, like fireflies one by one.

Fitch opened his mouth slightly, a little dazed, this beautiful scenery was too familiar to her, because it was the place where she grew up.

This wilderness is the edge of the forest. When I was young, I hunted in the forest by myself. The farthest I could go was here, because there was a human village in the past. If the wolves approached, they might encounter dangerous hunters.

Every time she came to this field in the past, she would sit on a high place like this, looking at the wheat waves covered with the setting sun, and smelling the fragrant wheat fragrance.

The pictures of the past are still vivid in his mind. Fitch stared blankly at the golden field, tilted his head and muttered to himself, "It seems... I had a very long dream."

"Aw—" The long wolf howl came from behind again.

Fitch looked back, and immediately smiled: "Mother Wolf! Aww~"

I saw a pack of wolves running behind Fitch. There were more than a dozen of them. The leader was a big wolf with a white mane. It was the leader of the pack at first glance, and it was a very rare female wolf king.

Generally speaking, it is often not a good thing for human beings to encounter such wild wolves. If they are lucky, they can escape in embarrassment.

However, right now, these wild wolves did not show any hostility towards Fitch. Instead, they were full of intimacy with their companions, sniffing around her. The white female wolf king also poked her head out and kept rubbing her nose against her. she.

Fitch hugged the white wolf's neck and rubbed his head against its face. One wolf and one wolf laughed and played amidst the laughter and howling of wolves.

After playing around, Fitch lay on the ground stroking his belly, and let out a regular wolf howl: "Aww~ Mother wolf, I'm hungry, let's go hunt."

I don't know whether it was because they could understand Fitch's wolf howl after being together for a long time, or the growling stomach, the white wolf arched Fitch up, and led the pack of wolves to the forest behind them.

The emerald green forest sea is vast, the setting sun penetrates the faint mist lingering in the forest, and casts the last afterglow on the vegetation, and the dewy branches and leaves reflect the fiery red glow, which shines like gemstones when viewed from a distance.

The forest covered by primitive vegetation stretches towards the horizon, and wolves and deer run by, revealing a unique vitality.

The deer are running very fast, and the height difference of several meters is like walking on flat ground for this kind of animal that is good at running. Its feet step through the puddles covered by fallen leaves and residual branches, but the fur is not wet at all.

The wolves are chasing after the deer. The leading deer is very spiritual. It listens to the movement around it while running. It does not mean rushing forward with the deer, but keeps turning around to avoid entering the wolves. Surrounding circle set in advance.

Finally, after turning around for the last time among the trees, the lead deer led his companions out of the encirclement, but before it could speed up and distance itself, a wolf howl suddenly sounded from above its head.

The leading deer has been dealing with wolves all year round, and has seen all kinds of ambushes, but has never seen a wolf that can attack from a tree, and it was too late to react.

When thrown to the ground, the leading deer only saw a little human girl howling continuously calling for her companions, and then bit her throat.
Today's hunting went well. The pack of wolves killed several elks. According to the hierarchy of the pack, the head wolf had the highest priority.

As the only alien in the wolf pack, coupled with his great achievements in hunting the leader deer, Fitch, an upright hunter, can share food with the white wolf.

Under the envious eyes of the pack of wolves, Fitch was gnawing on a large deer leg that had been torn off. His face and body were covered with deer blood, but he didn't care at all.

Gnawing and gnawing, Fitch rubbed his sore cheeks, touched his smooth and even teeth, and said to himself, "Why does it feel like biting so hard."

At this moment, without warning, Fitch heard a certain voice. This voice did not come from anywhere in the forest, but suddenly appeared in his consciousness:
【.warn】

【.】

【.The brand of the rejecter, damaged】

【.】

【.IPS stem cell reserve, rapid decline】

【.】

【.Gluttony gene peeling off】

【.】

The voice was weak, psychedelic, as indistinct as through glass, almost indistinguishable, as if it was a fleeting illusion.

Fitch looked up at the sky, the towering trees in the forest covered the setting sun, but there was still some mottled light shining from the gaps in the leaves, shining into those blank eyes of different colors.

When Fitch looked up, he suddenly felt itchy on his face. She looked over, and it turned out that it was the white wolf who found that she couldn't chew the deer leg with the fur and skin on it, and tore the deer leg he gnawed into many small pieces. , ready to feed her.

While Fitch was eating the venison, the rest of the pack of wolves got permission to eat too. She looked at her companions who were with her all day and night, as well as the wild and gentle mother wolf, and looked up at the sky, blinking and blinking. .

"Aww—" The howling of wolves came slowly, the eating time was over, and the white wolf led the pack of wolves to the hillside not far away, calling for Fitch to come back to everyone's team.

The last afterglow that fell from the forest leaves flashed in Fitch's eyes, and finally fell into the darkness of the night. She smiled, never looked at the sky above her head, and ran forward to return to the embrace of the wolves.

Deep in the ground of the royal city, a huge and indeterminate group of twisted flesh and blood is entrenched in the hollow. The fluid surface is constantly undulating, and scarlet tentacles emerge from time to time, like countless dancing tentacles.

There is a heart-like core organ in the center of the flesh and blood body, which is where all the scarlet tentacles converge. Fitch's petite body is wrapped in it, shaking slightly under the twisting tentacles.

Those tentacles pierced her body, shrinking and expanding as time went by, as if absorbing everything in that small body.

A steady stream of vitality flowed away from Fitch's body, gathered by those twisted tentacles in the main body of flesh and blood. It seemed to have independent consciousness and life. Qiqi focused under control, staring at the wrapped Fitch.

The ups and downs of flesh and blood became more and more intense, and the tentacles contracted and swelled faster and faster, as if they were crazy about the wonderful food.

Fitch's body was constantly being drained, and was constantly recovering under the unique regeneration speed of the gluttonous body, back and forth, her eyes were half-opened and half-closed, without focus, and had no perception of the outside world, still immersed in that illusory dream , only the mouth opened and closed slightly, and there was a dreamlike murmur:
"Mother Wolf, I miss you so much, everyone, it's great to run together again."

(End of this chapter)