Freezing rain fell that night, and the bonfire that Chen Xing kept warm was extinguished. The cold rain soaked the wound, which was cold and painful, as if it were cut by a knife, and his teeth chattered. But the next morning, he still dragged his tired body to the territory of the wolves.
He is tired, and so is the enemy. When encountering each other on a narrow road, the brave will win, and all it takes is the last bit of willpower.
Everything you see is scorched black, and the carbonized tree trunks stand alone, desolate and silent. Even after a night of rain, wisps of green smoke were still rising from the ground. The steamworm didn't catch up here. What caused the forest fire was yesterday's incendiary grenade.
Walking among the ashes, the sound of cracking charcoal can be heard from time to time under your feet. The sky and earth are hazy, seas of fog and scorched earth, and the air is filled with the smell of death. Burnt wolf corpses can be seen everywhere, with different sizes, including adults, juveniles, and even newborns.
"Ouch..."
There was a faint howling of wolves in the fog, which was profound and long-lasting and full of endless sadness. Chen Xing turned around, looked in the direction of the sound, was silent for a long time, and then walked over.
The surrounding trees were burned by the fire, and the shrubs and ferns turned into black ash. There was no way to hide, and there was no need to worry about an ambush from the wolves.
On the raised high ground in the distance, a giant wolf stopped and sat, looking at the charred homeland under its feet, looking up to the sky and howling.
Each other's figures gradually appeared in the fog. Chen Xing looked around for a few times, but except for the Wolf King, he didn't find any insect-turned-wolf.
The Wolf King's scarlet eyes stared at Chen Xing, but his body remained motionless. He neither attacked nor escaped, and looked very calm.
The moment their eyes met, Chen Xing seemed to understand what the other party meant - one-on-one, a fight to the death!
For so many days, I have been waiting for this moment. As he walked towards the high ground, he took out the big black eagle and scar from the storage space and threw them on the ground. The silver star on his waist was also removed and thrown away. Finally he pulled out the ripper and wrapped a strip of cloth around his hand.
Break the cauldron and sink the boat, fight against the odds.
The winner lives, the loser dies.
The Wolf King sat there quietly, his originally white hair was burnt and his exposed skin was scarred. In the battle with the black panther, it was lame in one hind leg, and in the battle with the digger queen, it was blind in one eye.
But it still raised its head, lonely and proud.
Quietly, the final battle began. The Wolf King turned into a silver light and pounced on his opponent.
Seeing the Wolf King charging towards him, Chen Xing bent his body and bent his arms, and suddenly shot out like a taut bowstring.
The wolf king opened his bloody mouth and bit Chen Xing's neck. Chen Xing rushed forward in a straight line, stabbing the Wolf King's throat with his blade. Neither side had the intention to dodge, and it was a killing move that would hurt both sides.
Injure the enemy a thousand, and injure yourself eight hundred!
After these days of contact, Chen Xing has understood the limits of himself and the Wolf King, and there is no chance. When the sharp teeth rushed in front of him, he resisted without hesitation with his left hand. He only moved forward without retreating. With a "pop" sound, he stabbed the Wolf King's throat with a knife.
The two sides passed each other, and a large cloud of blood mist sprayed out.
The Wolf King threw away half of his arm, blood pouring from his throat. Chen Xing's face turned blue and his lips were as white as paper. He took out the hemostatic needle from the storage space and injected it on his shoulder.
The two sides faced each other with calm eyes and murderous intent.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..."
Suddenly, low wolf howls came from all directions. Chen Xing was suddenly startled. He looked around and saw white shadows running on the charred land. There were seventy or eighty insects turned into wolves.
Looking at the wolves that were quickly surrounding him, Chen Xing's eyes showed despair. Even if he wins, he will die here.
But at this moment, the wolf king turned around, turned his back to Chen Xing, and let out a low roar at the running wolves. The roar was full of majesty and anger, and the wolves stopped immediately, then turned back and stared at Chen Xing with its single scarlet eye.
In an instant, Chen Xing understood. This is the dignity and pride that belongs to the king. Either defeat the opponent or die on the battlefield, upright and without regrets.
"If we change the environment and the place, maybe we will become friends and brothers..."
"But today, only one of us will make it out alive."
"Fight and be the one who leaves alive!"
As if he understood Chen Xing's words, the Wolf King looked up to the sky and roared, turning into a silver light and running towards him, moving forward with overwhelming momentum.
"Wow!"
Chen Xing let out a crazy roar and rushed forward lifelessly.
At the moment of the confrontation, Chen Xing was knocked away by a huge force. As soon as he got up, the wolf king jumped in front of him, tilted his head and bit his shoulder. Blood splattered everywhere and the bones made a harsh cracking sound.
It looked like the entire shoulder was about to be removed, but at the next moment, the force of the bite became smaller and smaller, and a large amount of blood overflowed from the wolf's mouth. It was unclear whether it was human blood or wolf blood.
Under the huge body, the blade pierced the heart, stirring it with all its strength, and a fountain of blood spurted out.
Gradually, the whole world became quiet. The scarlet pupils gradually dilated, and the eyelids slowly closed.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Xing struggled to push the wolf's head away and stood up with support on his weak body.
Finally, he won.
It was as if the whole person was about to collapse. He picked up the arm that had fallen a few meters away with a shaky step, and connected it back with a bandage and sleeve. Then he took out the expensive extreme treatment needle and injected it into his shoulder.
The bright red liquid was injected into the blood vessels, but it did not bring much effect. It was as if the water poured into the desert was absorbed by the dry sand in an instant. He took out all the treatment needles and injected them into his body one by one. His left hand was empty and had no feeling.
Although he knew very well that in this environment lacking medical care, his left hand was useless, but he still did not want to give up. After all, it was a part of his body.
The hair on the body is influenced by parents. Even if they know there is no hope, they will try their best and treat a dead horse as a living horse.
After his injuries gradually stabilized, Chen Xing discovered that there were more than two hundred insect-turned wolves gathering below the high ground, surrounding the high ground. There was grief and anger in their eyes, but they stopped moving forward, not daring to charge forward.
Upon seeing this, Chen Xing took out the ax from the storage space, split open the Wolf King's head, and dug out a blood-red crystal core.
The stars in the crystal core are shining, covered with blood vessels and nerves, beautiful and cruel. Chen Xing took a deep breath, raised the crystal core high, and roared at the wolves below. The eyes of the insect-turned-wolves showed fear, and they all retreated back. Chen Xing roared again, and the wolves let out low whimpers, drooped their tails, and fled in all directions.
Looking at the leaving wolves, Chen Xing fell to the ground without any strength.
We won, but it was a miserable victory...
A few days later, the first heavy snow of the winter fell in the Black Death Jungle.
The north wind roared and roared, pouring into the dense forest. The strong wind shuttled between thick tree trunks and withered vines, carrying ice slag and dead branches and leaves flying into the distance. There was heavy snow in the sky, and the tree crowns were covered with a thick layer of snow. The ferocious mutant creatures hid, either in the cracks of rocks or in the snow-covered bushes, curling up and sleeping peacefully.
In a small stone cave, Chen Xing lit a kerosene lamp, leaned against the stone wall, and stared at the dancing flames in a daze.
There was no part of his body that was not in pain. The Wolf King bit off one of his arms and seven or eight ribs. In addition to the previous injuries, even after all the treatment needles were used up, his body was still deteriorating, and some places even started to become infected and inflamed.
He realized that he couldn't hold on anymore, and maybe he would die in this cave in a few days and become a frozen corpse.
There is an iron bowl on the ground, with red crystals broken into granules inside, and the stars are faintly visible. There was a grinding iron pestle leaning against the iron bowl. He was dazed for a while, then picked up the iron pestle again and smashed it into the iron bowl.
One day passed, and the crystal core of the Wolf King was ground into powder. Chen Xing poured in hot water and stirred laboriously. As long as he exerts force, it will pull the injured area, causing pain to his heart and lungs.
The situation was more serious than yesterday. He began to feel numbness in his limbs. According to his limited medical knowledge, he would die of serious injuries within three days. However, his eyes were extremely calm, like the water in an ancient well, without any ripples.
As a human being in three lifetimes, he has long been indifferent to life and death.
Living for a hundred years is living, living for one day is living, as long as you feel it is worth it.
He picked up the iron bowl, closed his eyes, and drank heavily.
Even if you have to die, you must die on the way forward!
The method that Old Monster Hei taught him was simple and crude, which was to grind the crystal core into powder, then mix it with water and drink it.
The refining process of the factory is to crush the life mark in the spiritual energy. The hero potion completely preserves the life mark of the species, and then merges it with its own life mark to obtain the bloodline of the mutated creature.
Therefore, even in a factory, the process of refining the hero potion is very simple. Apart from the ease of entry, the difference is not too big.
The reason why Aaliyah can eat crystal cores raw is only one aspect of the reason why her teeth are good. It is also because the life mark of the Balrog is powerful and will not be affected by the life marks of other species.
At first after swallowing the crystal core powder, Chen Xing didn't feel anything unusual and gradually fell asleep. But in the middle of the night, my internal organs felt like they were on fire, accompanied by the stinging pain of dilated blood vessels.
Balls of white air appeared in the spiritual sea, ethereal and invisible, floating in the sky and sea.
"Ah, uh!"
The burning sensation became more and more intense, as if lava and molten iron were surging inside the body. Chen Xing grabbed his hair tightly and growled unbearably.
The white energy in the spiritual sea gradually gathered together. As time passed, the outline became clearer, with scarlet eyes and snow-like hair. It turned out to be a white wolf!
The translucent body is looming, as if existing between reality and illusion. When all the white energy gathered, the white wolf's eyes glowed with red light, and he opened his bloody mouth. An invisible suction force formed in the mouth, and a vortex rolled up on the sea surface.
In the middle of the whirlpool, a seawater snaked up and was sucked into the wolf's mouth. The white wolf's body grew in size at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was originally only the size of a car, but within a few seconds it transformed into a truck, then a small cargo ship, a ship, a cruise ship...
Chen Xing was in great pain, holding his head and rolling on the ground.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!"
Heart-rending roars came from the narrow cracks in the rocks, tearing apart the silence of the snowy night. Only a "crash" sound was heard, and the stones that sealed the cave poured down. A figure rushed out of the hole, rolling and struggling on the snow.
In the madness, one eye gradually turned red and became extremely scarlet.
His self-perception became confusing, and there seemed to be a voice in his soul asking him:
Who am I, where am I, what do I do?
