I am a high-level monster from the Demon Wolf Clan, and I am the prince of the Wolf Clan.

When I was very young, I grew up into a strong and ferocious wolf. My dark blue hair was as silk as silk, my knife-cut ears, strong limbs, sharp teeth, and a pair of fiery red eyes. I was a very handsome wolf prince.

At the same time, I am still a genius wolf.

The manifestation of genius is that I am outstanding. I often stand alone on the mountain and look at the scenery. The place I often go to is called "High Mountains". Being able to give such a poetic name proves that our beast tribe also has culture and wisdom.

According to the legend passed down from generation to generation by our western wolf clan, "On the high hill", that is, the big earth bun, has not changed in its shape since ancient times. It is said that under the big earth bun is a demon sealed by the gods, a very terrifying demon. So it was originally the forbidden area of ​​our clan, but over the past thousand years, there are not many beasts that are willing to take the legend seriously.

So, I often ran to the big earth bun, stepped on the demon's head under my feet, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and responded with two long roars to show my uniqueness.

Once, a human painter passed by and drew the scene of me looking at the moon alone, and gave me a very poetic name called "Canglang Screaming Moon", which spread in the human world.

Many years later, humans misunderstood that we wolf like to climb a cliff on a full moon night and howl at the moon. In fact, that is a beautiful misunderstanding. The truth is that I, the only wolf, has done this, and it is purely a young wolf with acne on his face and is just a slut to show his uniqueness.

In addition, I seriously suspect that the painter was color blind because my hair was blue, but he named it "Canglang Xiaoyue". Although art allows exaggeration, it made me very upset. Fortunately, he died early, otherwise I would pursue this for him to infringe on my right to portrait and then my right to reputation.

My wolf life began to change from a full moon night, and from that night, my wolf life became life.

At that time, I was standing on the "high hill" and it was a "blue wolf roaring the moon". I was whining without any illness, and suddenly, a star in the sky became brighter and brighter.

I looked closely and from then on I had wisdom, human wisdom.

Because the star hit me, it was not a star made of matter, but a soul flying from the sky. This unlucky guy came from another world. Of course, this was the conclusion I came to after having some of his experience and knowledge and fully understood the world. Because many of his experiences were impossible to happen in our world at that time.

The information I absorbed was that this unlucky guy came from a blue planet in another world. Look, it was blue again, maybe this is where he hit my head.

This unlucky guy bought and sold something called stocks in that world. According to his memory, he was a retail investor, and my wisdom told me that retail investor and unlucky guy seemed to be close relatives.

This retail investor was tortured by a demon named Zhuang and was about to die. So he climbed to the top of the building, first a flying immortal from the sky, and then died. Perhaps because of his resentment, he did not lose his spiritual consciousness and flew thousands of miles to the "high hill" and had the closest contact with me who was drowning.

Of course, a few years later, when I came to this place again with a human body and went deep into the ground, I realized that there was an ancient demon god sealed at the foot of the mountain. It was this poor guy. In order to escape from the trap, he accumulated thousands of years of divine power and seduced a soul from another world, trying to use the "Golden Cicada to escape from the shell", but unexpectedly, he accidentally hit me who was singing on the top of the mountain.

Is it a blessing or misfortune to possessing wisdom for a demon wolf? It is hard to say.

For example, now, we are fighting a decisive battle with the double-horned brown cow. Tens of thousands of blue wolves tightly surrounded more than a thousand tall double-horned brown cows in the middle. The battle between the two tribes has reached a white-hot level.

The roar of cows, the wolf howl, and the earth tremors mixed together, forming a strange sound wave.

At my foot, there was a dying comrade. One of its legs was broken by the cow's hooves, the wolf's belly was spread open by the sharp horns of the calf, and its internal organs flowed all over the ground.

In front of me, comrades were constantly picked up by the powerful double-horned brown cow, and some of the less physically weak double-horned brown cows were singled in the fight, and they were immediately torn to pieces by more than a dozen buddies.

But I didn't come forward to fight. Not everyone in our Blue Wolf clan has magical abilities, so the Blue Wolf with magical abilities is much more powerful. I could have played a big role in the battle.

But I was sulking at that time, and it was certainly unreasonable for a young wolf who was losing his temper.

Because I hate this large-scale positional battle, the double-horned brown cows formed a circle, both offense and defense, while we formed a larger circle, with a large circle to make small circles. The strength of the double-horned brown cows is not something we can deal with, because they are as powerful as cows.

The worst thing is that the double-horned brown cow has a high magic resistance. The electric magic that our demon wolves are good at. For them with thick skin and flesh, they can only paralyze or slow the attack of the hit person, and cannot cause more serious damage.

At the same time, dozens of double-horned brown cows have earth-based magic instincts. With the low and thick roar of cows, they can control earth elements to assist in combat.

Therefore, after we wolves made great sacrifices, whenever we were about to form an encirclement and annihilate a brown cow, we formed a round cow and expanded outward to carry out support operations, and tried our best to rescue our partners. In such a battle, our futile casualties were too great.

I really want to order all wolves to stop this stupid attack, and then organize them to concentrate their sharp knife power to divide and intersperse the cattle herd, and rely on the number advantage to carry out a one-sided massacre. However, these idiots are used to fighting in groups, and the wolf prince is not the wolf king. They respect me, but they do not obey my orders.

I was furious. In the brown cows opposite, there was a smart demon bull who discovered my place and realized that my identity was more important because the wolf clan is an orderly society. Although in the battle, those low-level demon wolves still dare not stick to within one meter of our radius, with the dying demon wolf underground being exception.

In this way, I became a living target, which was equivalent to telling the enemy Nian, come on, I am a very high-ranking demon wolf. The tall and strong brown cow with two horns obviously wanted to kill me, and it slammed our army's aura. It suddenly let out a roar from the sky, spread its four hooves and rushed towards me.

At this time, I was still pouting and sulking. A willful wolf prince who has been spoiled since childhood and can be a slutty woman with a slut, it is normal to have a little temper, but this is on the battlefield, which is a matter of life and death.
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