The mountain ridge is steep and towering, like the spine of the earth. Under the sculpting of time, the rocks and soil have intertwined to form long slopes, resembling the claws of wild beasts, exuding a vigorous and primal power.
At the lower part of the slope, the trees are lush and green, with tall pines, hawthorns and elms growing intertwined, their branches and leaves abundant, adding a touch of vitality and greenery to this land.
However, as the slope increases, the vegetation gradually thins out until it disappears completely. The ridgetop rises abruptly under the cloudy sky, like a lonely castle overlooking everything around it.
She ran upwards, faster and faster, higher and higher.
The slope receded swiftly beneath her lithe legs, sand and gravel flying from her claws as she climbed the last few feet and stood atop the summit.
The sun hung high atop the pine trees, enormous and radiant, like a dazzling pearl.
She stood on the mountaintop, looking down at the world below.
The forests and hills stretched out beneath her, extending to the very limits of sight and smell.
An eagle soars freely in the sky, its silhouette appearing exceptionally dark and glossy under the sunlight, like a delicate silhouette inlaid in the pink sky.
"I am a princess!" a voice echoed in my mind.
"I am the princess of Great Xia, and I want to live!"
Deep down in the shadows, something seemed to be moving silently in the woods. It was just a gray shadow, like a wisp of mist in the darkness, that flashed past quickly before disappearing into the dense undergrowth.
Along the swiftly flowing green stream, another figure swept past like the wind.
She stared intently at the blurry figure, her eyes flashing with a complex light, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness welling up inside her.
"It's them!" Zhao Zhilan thought to herself as those mysterious divine servants appeared in her sight once again.
"They really were following me!" Her heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran down her spine.
"Releasing me out is just a pretext for them. Their real purpose is to find the followers of the Faceless God." She sneered, her heart filled with disdain.
"Hmph, you're all too naive," she muttered to herself, a cunning glint in her eyes. "I'm not ordinary prey; I'm a wolf, with a keen sense of smell and extraordinary alertness. You think you can outsmart my nose if you try to track me?"
However, their strength is simply too great.
I need to think of a way to get them to...
Stay calm, slow down, and keep moving forward.
Suddenly, an unusual aura broke the silence, attracting Zhao Zhilan's attention. She immediately frowned, a strange sense of tension rising within her.
"Wolf!" she exclaimed softly, her voice filled with disbelief.
“That’s right, it’s a wolf, and a Frost Wolf from the far north!” The person next to him also recognized the owner of the aura, his voice trembling slightly.
Zhao Zhilan knew in her heart that these Frost Wolves were her small, distant relatives, hunting on this land. She could feel that wild aura from ancient times, as if it could transcend time and space and connect with her bloodline.
She carefully observed her surroundings, noticing nimble gray shadows darting through the trees, their paws lightly treading the snow, leaving almost no trace. These frost wolves were agile and swift, seemingly becoming one with the snow-covered landscape.
They are a group.
Her body once belonged to a certain tribe, a tribe that shared a common scent, as if it were their shared mark. However, even among members of the same tribe, each person's scent was unique, just like their personality and experiences, each one distinct.
Sadly, according to her recollection, the once bustling tribe is now reduced to just her short-tempered brother, the brother whose eyes always gleam with green fire.
Her younger brother, it seems, is currently in the camp of the divine servants, his fate unknown...
At this moment, a bold plan came to Zhao Zhilan's mind.
"Perhaps I can use this pack of wolves..."
It seems that fate was on her side.
The wind direction suddenly changed.
Zhao Zhilan smelled the polar goat!
fear!
as well as...
Blood!
The scent of his prey aroused his inner hunger.
She took a light sniff of the air, then turned and sped away like a bolt of lightning across the sky.
She galloped along the top of the rugged mountain ridge, her jaw slightly open.
The other side of the ridge was even more treacherous than where she had come from, but Zhao Zhilan walked as if on flat ground, steadily stepping over rocks, tree roots, and decaying leaves, rushing downhill.
She strode forward through the dense forest, as if an invisible force was guiding her.
It went faster and faster.
Finally, she saw the fallen goat, its life rapidly slipping away, surrounded by eight small, grey relatives.
The male wolf takes the lead, approaching his prey first and tearing tender chunks of meat from its bright red underbelly, savoring this rare delicacy. Then, it's his mate's turn; she gracefully approaches the prey, carefully tearing off pieces of meat and chewing slowly.
The other members of the pack waited patiently, their eyes filled with anticipation, but the wolf with the small tail seemed restless. He kept circling a few steps away from the other wolves, his tail tucked low. He was always the last to eat, only able to consume the leftovers left by his brothers.
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