The so-called magic beast is equivalent to the mage among the Glenmai people. It can use spells and has much stronger power than ordinary beasts. In Glenmai, many people rely on hunting for a living. Once a hunter encounters a magic beast, he will often end up with no bones.

Therefore, in Glenmay's historical legend, there are horror legends related to many mana beasts left behind.

The white wolf behind Roland had a very obvious magical aura, and this was a magical beast.

But the old man in front of him lived in peace with the white wolf, and the white wolf showed extremely high wisdom. When Roland was unconscious, he seemed to be taking care of him.

This greatly aroused Roland's curiosity.

He wanted to get up, but struggled a few times, but found that his hands and feet were sore and weak. In the end, he only moved a few times on the ground, and could not even sit up.

He is still very weak.

Just when he was helpless, the white wolf behind him suddenly raised his front paws and gently pulled Roland's body down. Roland's body was stripped and changed his posture, lying on the white wolf's body and half-sitting up.

This posture was much more comfortable. Roland breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Bailang gratefully, and then said to the old man: "Old man, thank you for saving my life."

‘Plop~’

The old white-haired man threw the karma on his back to the ground, picked up a stone knife from the ground, and began to deal with the deer corpse. While peeling the deer skin, he said, "It's not me who you want to thank, it's Burefen."

As soon as Roland finished speaking, the white wolf beside Roland moved. When Roland turned to look at it, it lowered its head again, stuck out its tongue and gently licked Roland's cheek. Its eyes were very soft and quiet, showing a kind of intellectual glory.

Obviously, Bu Leifen should be the name of this white wolf.

Roland reached out and patted the white wolf's claws gently. While feeling grateful, he became more and more surprised: "Old man, I am very confused. Can you tell me what happened?"

After a while, the white-haired old man had already peeled off the deer skin halfway. He was very skillful in his movements, and the deer skin was peeling quickly and well. While peeling, he told Roland about the passing of the night.

It turned out that the old man's name was Haroldson, who was a member of the so-called Druids and lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests for most of his life.

That rainy night, they were hunting in the forest, and it was the white wolf Burefen who discovered Roland.

Haroldson saw that Roland's skin was blue and white, and his face was bloodless. Although he still had a trace of breath, he was definitely helpless. But the white wolf Bulefen insisted on bringing Roland back to the wolf's den. In the days that followed, it was entirely up to the care of the white wolf Bulefen, which allowed Roland to save his life.

After hearing this, Roland turned to see the white wolf.

The white wolf lay on the ground, resting his head on his front paws. After feeling Roland's sight, its bright big eyes turned to look at him, then looked up and licked Roland's face, and then continued to lie back.

Haroldson hung the peeled deer skin at the hole and dried it, then turned back and began to cut the venison: "Don't look at Bu Leifen's kind-hearted appearance, she is the wolf king, who controls the power of wind and lightning. We all call it the windy silver wolf."

Roland murmured: "The power of wind and lightning, the windy silver wolf... why did he save me?"

Haroldson shrugged: "Probably because she likes you."

After saying that, he cut off the hind legs of the two fat deer and threw them outside the cave. The sound of wolves biting the venison meat suddenly came outside the cave.

Roland became more and more confused when he heard it: "Will a wolf like me?"

Although the world is full of infinite possibilities, this matter is still a bit too bizarre.

Seeing Roland's confused look on his face, Haroldson laughed: "Young man, you can see that you are a mage. You mages have one problem, that is, you love to find out the truth. In fact, how can there be so many reasons for the things in this world? Bu Leifen likes you, maybe it's just that he likes you."

Haroldson pulled out a large piece of fat and tender tenderloin from the back of the Kade and respectfully handed it to the white wolf Burefen.

Bu Leifen held the meat and chewed it.

Its movements were actually very elegant, without the savage of flesh and blood. Instead, it looked like it was chewing slowly, and the hair on its mouth and claws was basically not stained with blood.

Haroldson seemed to have not spoken for a long time, and he was talking a lot at this moment: "Brefen is a noble and elegant wolf king. He never kills too much, and will not show off his powerful power unscrupulously. He is one of the guardians of the firefly forest."

As he said that, he cut a slice of meat from the chest of Kagawa, about one pound, and handed it to Roland: "Since you wake up, you can eat it yourself."

Roland looked at the bloody slices of meat: "Raw?"

Haroldson shrugged: "What if?"

Seeing that Roland was still hesitating, Haroldson laughed and said, "In the past month, you have eaten raw meat paste. Burefen specializes in

The door is chewed for you."

“Uh~~~”

Roland subconsciously felt a little disgusted, and at the same time, a deep feeling of gratitude surged. If the White Wolf had not been so meticulously taken care of, he would have probably not only died, but his body would have been eaten by wild beasts.

Thinking of this, he endured the discomfort and took the raw venison. After hesitating for a moment, he bit it down.

The venison is still a little warm and smells strong, but when chewed in the mouth, it doesn't taste much, and the bloody smell is not considered to be irritating. The meat is a bit tough and it takes a while to swallow it. After chewing for a long time, there is a strange sweetness.

After swallowing a bite of meat, Roland's discomfort disappeared a lot.

Haroldson had been observing Roland's reaction. Seeing that Roland was not nauseating or vomiting, a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "Not every Glenmai man can accept the gift of Mother Earth. You are very good, no wonder Breffen likes you."

After saying that, he cut a piece of raw venison himself and started eating it.

But Roland felt aroused in his heart and asked, "Mother Earth? Which God is it?"

Haroldson's face darkened and said solemnly: "Mother Earth is not God, she is not the same as the goddess of life that the Light Spirit believes in! We druids believe that Mother Earth is the wife of the Creator. She and the Creator created this world and are the mother of this world."

This is almost exactly the same as what Cecilia said.

Roland hurriedly apologized: "Oh~ So that's it, please forgive my ignorant offense."

"No need to apologize. Only we druids who live in seclusion in the mountains know about these things. It is normal for you not to know about them."

After saying that, Haroldson mentioned the remaining venison and walked out of the cave. The sound of biting from outside the cave should have been given to the wolves.

After a while, Haroldson walked in again, holding a handful of nuts in his hand, and he handed them to Roland: "It's not okay to eat meat all the time, just use it to adjust your appetite."

"Thank you very much." Roland did feel a little tired, so he started to chew the nuts after picking up the nuts.

Haroldson walked to a corner of the cave, took out a few pieces of animal skin and started sewing it. While sewing, he chatted with Roland, mostly asking about the outside world.

Roland naturally said whatever he said. Through chatting, he also knew that Haroldson was a small businessman on the Goshawk Plain and usually traveled back and forth between the north and the south.

Once, he encountered a robber on the road and all his goods were stolen. In order to survive, he ran all the way into the firefly forest, but ended up getting lost and almost starving to death in the forest.

In a desperate situation, he was inspired by Mother Earth and became a druid.

Afterwards, he met the wolf king Bu Leifen, and since then he has lived in the depths of the firefly forest, living a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood. Now, it has been thirty-three years.

As for the daily work of the druid, it mainly cares for the forest and maintains the balance of the forest. Of course, as for how to take care of it and how to maintain the balance, Haroldson did not explain in detail. Although Roland was curious, the first time the two sides met was not familiar with each other, and it was not convenient to ask in depth.

After eating and drinking, Roland felt sleepy and his eyelids sank down.

Seeing his listless look, Haroldson smiled and said, "If you are tired, go to bed. This time you have saved your life and your body is extremely damaged. You have to take good care of it, otherwise you will definitely leave any future troubles."

Roland was not polite, and fell asleep.

In a daze, he felt someone move his body down again, and suddenly felt a warmth.

He knew that this must have been done by the wolf king Bu Leifen, and he thought to himself: "Well~ This wolf king is so nice to me, and I don't know why."

Because of his weakness, he slept very heavily, dark and sweet, and he didn't even have a dream.

When I woke up again, it should have happened several days later, because there were many details in the cave.

There were several more fresh animal skins on the walls and a lot of bones on the ground. In addition, Roland also found that he had changed into a new deer leather jacket, which was very warm and very clean, without any stains.

He was a little surprised: "I slept for more than a month and basically didn't move my nest, but people had food, drink, defecation, and the food was chewed and fed by the wolf king, but who cleaned the stains for me?"

He didn't think deeply about it, and subconsciously thought it was done by Druid Haroldson.

When he woke up, Roland felt that he had improved a lot, and his magic power in his body increased again, reaching one-tenth of his heyday. He could barely release a high-level spell, and his body became much stronger. He could barely get up, but he still couldn't stand steadily. He felt panting when he used a little force.

In addition, there are also some problems in the use of mana. The mana cannot flow too fast in the body, otherwise you will feel dizzy.

If the flow rate cannot be fast, it means that the casting speed cannot be fast, which is a bit annoying.

This time, he was still in the dark cave, but unlike last time, the wolf king Bu Leifen was not by his side. The cave was quiet and the needle could be heard.

Roland thought to himself: 'The wolves should have gone out to hunt.'

If a wolf pack wants to survive, it must be a lot of food. The wolf king cannot devote all his energy to a stranger like him.

He waited alone in the cave for about two or three hours, and the howling of wolves came from outside the cave.

After a while, the sound of messy footsteps rang out.

Soon, a tall black shadow appeared at the entrance of the cave, accompanied by a strong wind coming from the face. The wind was mixed with a strong smell of blood, which was more than the bloody smell that Haroldson returned from the last time he hunted.
Chapter completed!