Braving the gravel-like wind and snow, the magic leopard left a string of flower-like paw prints on the steep and barren snowfield. It has been wandering since it was driven out of its territory by another stronger magic leopard. The fight half a year ago caused it to lose its left eye, making it increasingly difficult to hunt prey. The increasingly weak King of the Forest became a destitute scavenger, even stealing prey from short-tailed jackals to stay alive.
The cunning jackals finally realized the weakness of the former king. They screamed with excitement, summoned their companions, and prepared to complete a regicide feat. The one-eyed magic leopard could no longer rely on its deep roar to frighten its former subjects. Faced with the siege of the jackals, it fought hard and killed several jackals with its still sharp teeth. It lost half of its tail and luckily broke through the encirclement. Flee in despair.
The bloodthirsty pack of jackals chased the one-eyed and tail-decapitated magic leopard all the way to the food-poor plateau.
The plateau covered with ice and snow all year round is subject to never-ending blizzards. Here, the lonely and wandering king learns to lower his proud head, curl up and crawl forward in the wind and snow. Weakness, hunger, cold, and irrecoverable injuries cannot knock down the innate pride of the Demonic Leopard, but death can.
It has not eaten for more than a month. If it can't find food again, it will be buried in the desolate and cold unfamiliar plateau.
The magic leopard lay on the snow, raised its head, and twitched its nostrils. Its keen sense of smell allowed it to pick up a hint of familiar scent from the cold and biting wind and snow.
Fishy, plump and fresh, it tastes like prey. It can even distinguish the type and quantity of prey. A large group of fresh and healthy sheep is in the direction of the wind.
The magic leopard didn't know why a group of sheep appeared on the snowy plateau, but the desire to hunt and eat urged it to search in the direction where the snowstorm was blowing.
It crossed the valley and climbed up the steep mountain. Its strength was almost exhausted, and its scarred fur could no longer withstand the cold. If this hunt fails, it can only meet the end of death.
However, the smell of the sheep was so strong that the magic leopard relied on its strong hunting instinct to go around a protruding rock and immediately saw a group of sheep on the hillside opposite the cliff using its sharp hooves to dig open The snow on the rocks eats away at the moss beneath.
These sheep are fat and lazy, and are surprisingly low-alert. They just enjoy the moss under the snow, completely unaware that a terrifying predatory beast is not far away, coveting them.
The magic-patterned leopard could only drool when faced with the prey so close at hand. Under it was a cliff more than a hundred meters high, and the dangerous terrain separated it from the hordes of prey. Just when the magic leopard was hesitating, the strong head sheep discovered it. The bright blue patterns on the fur of the magic leopard make it dazzling like fire in the world of ice and snow.
The leader bangs his hooves on the rocks to warn the flock. The large and small sheep ran away in panic, watching the prey run further and further away. The magic leopard sat on the rock wall in despair, and the biting cold wind made the whole body of the fallen king tremble.
The sheep didn't even walk away. It quickly jumped to the highest point of the hillside, and at the closest distance to the magic leopard, it raised its head and stared at it.
The eyes of the head sheep showed the usual slowness and gentleness of herbivores, but the magic leopard saw the signal of challenge in the eyes of the head sheep.
Challenged by prey?
The only remaining right eye of the Demonic Leopard flashes with a fierce light. It has defeated countless challengers. Even if it is defeated by another younger and stronger Demonic Leopard, the opponent only blinds one of its eyes. And its courage to defeat both sides; even if it was besieged by a pack of jackals and lost half of its tail, the ferocious and bloodthirsty jackals would not dare to fight it to the end.
The wind howled, the snowflakes danced, and the beasts and prey stared at each other across the cliff. The magic leopard understood the will of the first sheep at this moment.
In order to avoid predators, this alpha sheep led her flock to the barren and harsh snowy plateau, relying on moss and ice to survive. However, a hungry magic leopard appears in the sheep's refuge. The leader sheep will use his own flesh and blood as bait to fight it to the death, in order to eliminate this terrible natural enemy for the plateau sheep flock.
If you jump over, you will fall off the cliff and be shattered to pieces; if you stay on the rock wall, you will starve to death in the wind and snow and turn into an ice sculpture corpse. How to choose the magic leopard?
The magic leopard cannot make a choice, nor does it need to make a choice. The will obeys the instinct of hunting, and the instinct of hunting pushes the will to the peak. A burst of power burst out from the serious body, the blood was burning, the life was burning, the soul was burning, and the blue lines on the broken fur lit up like flames.
It exerted force on its strong hind limbs and jumped out suddenly. Its smooth body was like a sharp arrow piercing the wind and snow, leaping over the cliff and abyss, and volleyed towards the sheep standing on the opposite hillside.
The magic leopard jumped so far for the first time in his life, as fast as lightning. The sheep didn't even have time to turn around and run away before it bit its neck.
The huge inertia dragged the magic-patterned leopard and the head sheep that were bitten by it, tumbling down the steep and steep hillside. The two animals were tightly entangled, rolling on the hillside, and hitting hard rock walls hard. Gravel and snow poured down with them, showing the heroic beauty of life.
They rolled down hundreds of meters and finally came to rest on a large, flat rock, where they were buried by falling snow. But not long after, the magic leopard took the prey that had been killed by it in its mouth, struggled to get out of the snowdrift, lay on the ground and began to bite and swallow the delicious mutton.
Wiltok woke up suddenly. He opened his eyes and saw the spire of the animal skin tent. Without time to think, he got out of the tent naked and ran into the heavy white rain.
The cold rain hit him mercilessly and flowed down the smooth skin. The biting chill gradually made Wiltok's mind clear. He raised his hands and observed carefully. Fortunately, they were not the magic leopard's. Claws.
The dream just now was so real that Wiltok couldn't tell whether he was a half-elf or the one-eyed magic leopard. He clearly remembered his desperate and hearty jump to the top; he remembered the pain of hitting the rock and breaking the bones; he remembered the satisfaction of killing a life after piercing the skull of the sheep with his fangs; he remembered the warm and sweet flesh in his mouth. The charming flavor echoes...
Wiltok couldn't help but chew twice. The texture of the flesh and blood was still clear. He opened his mouth and spit out a piece of raw meat with blood, and then froze.
Is that dream real?
Am I the Demonic Leopard or Vertok?
Could it be that I am a magic leopard and become Vertok?
Vertok frowned, his thoughts confused in the fierce freezing rain. Immediately afterwards, a heavy voice brought him back to reality from his confusion.
"you're awake?"
Vertok turned around and saw a deer-headed man standing in the heavy rain behind him. When he looked carefully, he realized that it was a half-elf male wearing deerskin and a deer helmet. However, he is different from the half-elf Wiltok knew. He is tall and muscular, with outstanding facial features and a gray diamond-shaped crystal embedded in the center of his forehead.
"Who are you?"
"I am Gang Yan, the leader of the Taku clan in Bolang Town."
"who I am?"
"...You have to ask yourself."
"Then where am I?"
"In the Tower Cave, the Hemer tribe's camp...the elves in the town like to call this place the Temple of the Earth Mother."
Wiltok looked around blankly and saw animal skin tents sitting in the open space. Many female warriors from the Hemer tribe were laughing and watching him.
"If you feel cold, we can go to the tent to talk." Gang Yan reminded.
Wiltok realized that he was not wearing any clothes, and his handsome face suddenly turned red. He quickly covered his vital parts and quickly got into the original animal skin tent.
He didn't feel cold, but he was embarrassed. He found a piece of animal skin in the tent and wrapped himself up, and then asked Gang Yan who followed him, "What's wrong with me?"
Gang Yan sat down cross-legged casually and asked, "Don't you remember at all?"
Wiltok had not yet recovered from the impact of his previous dream, and wanted to find someone to talk to. He said naggingly: "I just vomited a piece of meat, and I dreamed that I turned into a dog with blue on its fur. A striped leopard was hunting a goat in a snowstorm. I bit off a piece of meat from the goat, and then I actually had a piece of raw meat in my mouth... It was so weird, I didn’t know what happened?”
Gang Yan looked at the excited Wiltok in surprise and said thoughtfully: "Are you sure you dreamed that you turned into a leopard with blue lines on its fur?"
Vertok nodded affirmatively.
Gang Yan fell into silence for a long time, and only the sound of rain fell into the animal skin tent. Just when Wiltok felt impatient, Gangyan finally spoke.
"The piece of meat you spit out was put into your mouth by me. When you were dormant...your dormancy made Bottom and the others think you were about to die. He sent someone to me to heal you. I found you in Life transformation is carried out during dormancy, but the life essence in your body is not enough, so you need to sleep for several days and nights to complete the transformation. Originally, I didn't need to worry about you, and you would wake up by yourself. However, I once promised Bottom that I would do it for him. Do one thing. Since he begged me to save you, of course I will help you complete your transformation as soon as possible."
As he spoke, he took off his deer helmet, revealing his long and pointed ears, and continued: "That piece of meat is the heart of a night saber. I held a special ceremony to condense the strongest life essence and will of the night saber." In its heart, cut a small piece of flesh from its heart and put it into your mouth. This will allow you to absorb the life essence of that beast and speed up the transformation of life. The dream you are dreaming of is actually a night saber. The most profound memory, if you get the blessing of the Earth Mother, you will be lucky enough to awaken some characteristics similar to the night saber."
"However, the night saber has dark fur and is a killer at night. It is different from the blue-striped leopard you dream about. But this is not strange, and there is no need to delve into the reason. Everything is a gift from Mother Earth to you. He is the great primordial, the source of all things in the world, and the mother of all life. We don’t need to speculate on the will of Mother Earth, and you don’t need to panic about it.”
Wiltok finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "So, I am not a magic leopard?"
Gang Yan smiled and shook his head and said: "Wiltok, you are a very special sub-elf. You need to have a good rest now and seriously appreciate the gift that Mother Earth has given you... Don't forget, don't be afraid, and don't refuse."
