The leading black wolf was at the forefront, the black cat followed step by step, and the other wolves followed.

"Hurt, my name is Hutt."

"Meow?" The black cat pretended not to understand.

However, the black wolf Hutt glanced at it, as if he knew something, and said, "Stop pretending, I know you can understand and speak."

"...What are you catching me for?" The black cat said bluntly.

The wood-bone dragon was sleeping on the edge of the cliff before, and it was obviously driven by something else to capture it. At present, it seems that these wolves, especially the leading black wolf in front of them, are very much like the culprit.

No, that must be what it did.

Hurt admitted it generously, walking and talking without looking back, "Aren't you a 'wolf holy beast'? I also want to see what the holy beast of our tribe looks like."

"...So you're the true holy beast?" Although Hurt was only moving slowly, he was a step bigger than the cat, and the black cat had to speed up to keep up.

If you can crack it down as soon as it comes up, it must be the real thing.

"What do you think?"

They slowly entered the forest on the mountain, and the wolves who followed were silent and very quiet. The black cat was silent for a while, vaguely remembering that when he was at the council of elders, he seemed to have heard the werewolves mention that the holy beast was black-haired and blue-eyed, and it just happened to be brought back by Edgar and Crofts.

The black wolf in front of him was black hair and blue eyes.

Putting it all together, it is clear at a glance who is more like a holy beast, who is real and who is fake.

But will the black cat be discouraged because he is not a holy beast, no.

"I did your job for you." The black cat was very serious, "The new patriarch has been selected."

With a serious expression, it was as if Hutt, the black wolf in front of him, might be going to work on time, so he let a black cat give him the top bag.

Hearing this, Hutt was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Haha, then you have done a lot more work than me, I just need to announce the will of the holy beast and leave."

It glanced back pointedly, and headed down the mountain. "You even sent the exiles all the way here. Are you too eager to fear that it will not find its way? Little black cat."

"It's still waiting for me below, I have to go back and find it." Mentioning Crofts, the black cat remembered what happened earlier. Even if it threw the wolf down to signal the other party not to pursue him further tonight, Crofts would definitely come up the mountain quickly if he had a chance.

"No, you don't have to go down, it will come up on its own." Hurt said: "And we are its best home here. The exiles will come here."

"You...here?" The black cat was very puzzled.

"Follow me." Hurt motioned for the black cat to stand on his back, and when the black cat stood firm, he began to run forward.

Getting used to this situation, the black cat riding a wolf like a horse skillfully grabbed the wolf fur and kept his body balanced so that it wouldn't fall off. The wolves behind followed suit.

Hurt took it, a group of wolves and a cat, walking through the quiet night, through the shadowy jungle, like a night wind, leaving a rustling sound in the woods.

I don't know how long.

Black cat saw it.

I saw that there was a village and town hidden in the gentle area between the two mountains. Although the scale was small, appearing in the depths of such a virgin forest was tantamount to a paradise. And those who live here are naturally werewolves.

Every house is lit with lights, and people are curled up, it's like a miracle.

Seeing this scene, the black cat couldn't help but murmured: "These are all werewolves who were exiled..."

At this moment, it understood why it had never seen even one exiled werewolf in such a long time, even if it was only one side. It is rumored that these exiles died in the depths of the forest for various reasons, but no one thought that these werewolves lived here.

"Yes." Before arriving in the town, Hurt changed back into a human form and took off the black cat on his head, "Should I say 'Welcome here'."

Hurt looked quite old, and the wind and frost of the years left marks on his face. His black hair was half-length and not too short, and it was combed back. Only the temples were faintly white.

The black cat was stunned for a while, not because of anything else, but this face... It's so similar to Crofts!

There is a blood relationship between Crofts and Edgar, but as far as the black cat knows, they are not brothers with the same father and mother, so there is still a certain difference in appearance. However, the middle-aged man in front of him seems to be able to see Ke when he sees him. Lofts will look like a dozen years later.

"Your surname is Wiggins?" The black cat responded quickly.

"Yes." Hurt snapped his fingers, "Hurt Wiggins, a former member of the Wiggins family, as for now, you can regard me as a so-called 'Holy Beast'."

The black cat was led by Hutt to the town. The wolves who had followed behind all turned back into human shapes and dispersed, and the werewolves who met Hutt on the way would salute him, and Hutt responded with a smile. .

"But why are you..." The black cat had a lot of questions he wanted to ask for a moment, and he didn't know which one to ask first. For example, why there are villages and towns here, why the other party becomes a holy beast, why it is said that exiles will definitely come here, this is also the home of Crofts, etc.

"I know you have a lot of questions, Xiao Hei." Hurt said with a smile: "Go back with me first, and I will tell you."

"...Who is Xiao Hei! I don't call that name."

Hurt had already walked to a small two-story building at this time, and took out the key from under the flower pot on the windowsill to open the door, "Then what's your name? You have to have a name."

The black cat has nothing to hide, "Yu Yuan."

"Okay, I remember."

After the door opened, Hurt put the black cat down and closed the door, lighting the candles one by one, and the room slowly lit up.

"Wait for me to find it..." Hurt rummaged through the high bookshelves one by one, and finally pulled out a book with a red cover, sat on the sofa with a large back, and unfolded the book on his lap. He patted the armrest again, "Come here."

The black cat is lying on the arm of the sofa.

Hurt turned to the first page, and the black cat opened his eyes wide to read. The contents of this book turned out to be pictures. It looked at it and Hurt told it.

"The nature of the werewolf determines that the competition between the same race is always very cruel..."

Just as there will inevitably be a patriarchal duel between Edgar and Crofts, other families will naturally do the same, and even more than a dozen werewolves will compete for the same position in a generation, and there are other duel occasions, and the loser Often only the end of death, a little lucky and survived will be exiled.

There are all kinds of monsters living in the primeval forest. There are times when even werewolves can't resist, and the exiles are often seriously injured or disabled. Therefore, the initial exile is about a slow death sentence, but it is dead in the depths of the forest where no one can collect the corpses.

But on the other hand, the werewolves who can go to the duel of the patriarch are often not mediocre. I don't know which term to start from. An exile encountered a "holy beast" when he was about to die, and was guided by the holy beast. Avoid monsters in the valley where you are, take a rest, and start with this to rescue the next exile that appears in the forest. The holy beasts who are very familiar with the forest conditions instruct them to live and teach them to fight against those powerful monsters, so that these exiles can take root here smoothly and become forest overlords in a sense again, until they have formed the scale they are today.

But a long time ago, the holy beast suddenly announced that it would choose a successor, and the successor also shouldered the mission of performing miracles and guiding the selection of the patriarch. Since then, the holy beast has suddenly disappeared, and there is no one Traces of it have been found. The position of the holy beast has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is also the patriarch who leads these exiles, and now he has become the Hutt Wiggins in front of him, the exile of the Wiggins family who did not know how long ago.

Hurt flipped page by page, the thick picture book, like a mural, chronicled the lives of the first generation of rooted exiles. His narration is very attractive, and the black cat is also fascinated by it.

When it was about to end, it looked at the painting on the book, and finally couldn't help but ask a question, "Why didn't you draw the image of the first-generation holy beast?"

The exiled werewolf encountered the guidance of the holy beast and survived here. There is no problem with the logic of this story. The only flaw is that whenever the original holy beast is mentioned, the matching picture is empty. For a position, only a small black circle is drawn.

It's weird.

Hearing this, Hutt smiled heartily, "Have you ever thought about why you are considered a holy beast?"

The black cat immediately understood what he meant, and asked incredulously: "The first generation of holy beasts were cats?"

It thought it was Edgar and Crofts bullshitting it into a holy beast, but now it seems to be justified?

"Haha, in fact, there are many versions circulating now." Hurt said: "The holy beast will appear in the outside world, which is the only connection with the outside world in our hidden group. As early as a thousand years ago, the first generation of holy beasts appeared for the first time. There are records, and I heard legends when I was a child."

There is still the only werewolf among the exiles who will reappear, only as a holy beast, so it is not recognized.

The black cat thought silently, so it was regarded as a holy beast not only because of black hair and blue eyes, but also because the legendary first-generation holy beast was also a cat like it.

...there's a sense of coincidence and subtlety that spans time and space.

"Actually, those werewolves in the past were also very suspicious of the existence of the first-generation holy beast. Some werewolves did not recognize it as a cat, and thought it might be some kind of wolf that didn't grow up. In short, they insisted that it was their own kind." , Hurt couldn't help laughing again.

"Replace the position of the original holy beast with a black circle, because its existence is so unbelievable, and it is difficult to describe its appearance. Of course, it may also be to let later generations retain their fantasy of the original holy beast and imagine its mighty power. image of."

The black cat looked at the scene of the wolves worshipping in the picture, and the position they were facing was an empty black circle. If I really draw a cat, I feel...it seems to be weird and cute.

It's like a cat leading the pack of wolves.

"So maybe I shouldn't say that you are a fake holy beast." After telling the story, Hurt stroked the black cat's head, "Maybe you are just like the original holy beast back then."

The elders' narration always seems to be particularly infectious. Hurt's eyes are fascinated, as if he imagined through the picture the scene of the former exile getting the help of the first generation of holy beasts when he was desperate, so a little guy, from now on. But he helped a whole group of exiles. The black cat was also very touched, staring at the small black circle.

Hurt wiped the corners of his eyes, "You said yes, Xiao Hei."

The black cat who was moved for only five seconds: "..."

Who the **** is Xiao Hei?

The black cat just wanted to refute the question of the name again, but thought of another thing, so he asked: "Then how did you communicate with the wood-bone dragon?"

Although it seems that this true holy beast has surpassed other creatures in the primitive forest, it is not difficult to order a dragon to grab this cat.

"It's not my order." Hurt smiled indifferently. "I just asked these 'friends' to help watch the new exiles, but these creatures seem to be very interested in you."

"Interested in me?" The black cat was shocked again.

"Yes." Hurt was very sure.

The black cat was silent.

In another way of thinking, it seems that so many mud giants that appeared before really didn't have time to do anything. It and the black wolf ran away first, and the wooden dragon after that stretched out its claws when the cat thought it was going to die. Grab it and bring it up the mountain...  

It's almost like the monsters are trying to... get close to it?

Is the per capita cat control this year? Even monsters are like this, so terrifying!

The black cat could only ask Lin Ling for help, "Why?"

However, Lin Ling had never seen such a situation before, so he could only make an analogy, "Some player characters are more attractive to cats and dogs, some are more attractive to fish, just like some people are lucky, maybe you not only attract NPCs , even monsters are attracted to you... Maybe non-player characters will be attracted to you?"

"..." I really don't want this kind of character talent.

Hurt closed the book, looked at the time and said, "Maybe you should rest for a while. When you wake up tomorrow morning, your companions should be here."

Black Cat thought for a while, Crofts should have crossed the river now and started heading towards the mountains, and since there is not only no danger here, but there are a group of similar black wolves waiting for the black wolf, the cat has nothing to worry about.

The main thing is that it has another task.

The cat fell asleep directly on the sofa next to him, and Hurt covered it with a blanket, put out the candle, and went out.

According to the original plan, as long as Crofts can survive in the virgin forest, the next thing makes the two realize that things are not so simple.

The task is refreshed again.

[Hidden Quest, Battle of the Wolf King]

[Final Mission · Disappearance]

[The legend of the first generation of holy beasts will eventually be annihilated in the long history of the werewolf family. That small figure led a group of desperate werewolves to a new hope, which also became the initial belief of this hidden tribe]

[As the "transmitter of the will of the holy beast", you have selected a qualified patriarch for the Wiggins family among the werewolves, and also selected the future wolf king for the werewolf tribe. At the same time, you also brought the candidate for the next holy beast to the place where the hidden tribe lived. ]

[Now, please make sure Edgar Wiggins, Crofts Wiggins are on the right track. ]

[Then, say goodbye to them, to the werewolf tribe. Just like the original holy beast, it disappeared in the werewolf's history and finally disappeared. ]

Disappeared...like the original holy beast, leaving only a small black circle in the historical atlas.

Seeing this task, the black cat didn't know for a while whether it was because it was suspected of being the same family as the first-generation holy beast, but he was still a little emotional.

"Do I have to go back to the White Wolf? Make sure it will always be the patriarch, and won't do anything just because I disappear." It asked Lin Ling for advice.

"I think yes, the mission is probably to say goodbye to you."

The black cat didn't hesitate too much, "Let's go then."

Fortunately, it has the plug-in of a technician, and it also left a black cat stand-in before.

Lin Ling: "Let's pass it on now?"

"Ok."

"Be careful when you go back, now that only one disappears during the day is not a big problem, that real cat has been dizzy." Lin Ling reminded while operating, "The most important thing is to think about how to say goodbye, so as to ensure that there will be no chain reaction in the follow-up. "

"Don't worry, it's absolutely enough."

After saying this, the black cat felt something was wrong, and it sounded like it was very skilled at doing it.

In the blink of an eye, the black cat lying here becomes the data of another real cat, and the black cat Benmao will return to the white wolf again.

Catch two games at the same time, to ensure that both sides think that the black cat is following them, the dedicated cat is really hard work. As for when it's not there, the real black cat that will only be stunned is full of loopholes, but after all, the cat is there, and the data is exactly the same

The black cat returned to the mansion some distance away and woke up from the pile of soft silk.

"Meow."

The black cat stretched and stood up. In front of him were two werewolf maids, and he was surprised to see it woke up.

"woke up?"

"I finally called this time, and I didn't faint."

The black cat blinked his big eyes, and he could almost imagine the scene where the real black cat was in the wolf's den every day. real thing now

The two maids looked at each other, and then, the red-haired maid wrapped the black cat in a quilt without any hesitation, only showing her head and hugged it, "Come on, Vera, let's go see Lord Edgar."

The maid called Vera was in charge of opening the door, while the red-haired cat looked like she was holding a baby and held the black cat in her arms. The two quickly went downstairs and headed straight for the study on the first floor.

As soon as they entered, Edgar, who was immersed in the desk, raised his head. He used to wear a pair of glasses when he was working. The eyes through the glasses were disturbed for a moment, but when he saw clearly that the person outside the door was The two maids and the cat reacted afterward.

"It's awake?" Edgar stood up suddenly.

The red-haired maid hurried forward and put the black cat on the table. The black cat got out of the duvet and looked at Edgar.

"You go down first." Edgar screened the two maids back.

After they went out, there was only one person and one cat left in the house.

"What the **** is going on with you?" Edgar got straight to the point, without any temptation or any intention to leave the black cat room for nonsense, "I can see that the cat before you came back, the cat before you came back, I don't know what spell you used, but it's obviously not you, or you just left a shell."

"I know you can't speak." He bent his fingers and tapped lightly on the table, "Then turn into a human shape, explain to me clearly, Yu Yuan."

For the first time, Edgar directly called the black cat so solemnly, no, maybe it should be the name of a mage.

He knew early on that a black cat could transform into a human form, and he had doubts when the "black cat" was stunned for the first time, not to mention that the problem lasted for two or three days until the normal black cat on the duel arena. The cat appeared again. But not long after, the exact same problem appeared again.

Edgar thought about it calmly this time, analyzed all possible situations, and came to the conclusion with the greatest probability that some spells used by the black cat were beyond his cognition.

Edgar was waiting for the black cat to give a result, but the silent black cat was actually thinking about another question.

...Would it scare him by speaking directly in cat form.

After all, its previous communication with Crofts occurred between wolves and cats, both of which were animals, and the situation was urgent, and Crofts was inevitably stunned. Looking at Edgar like this now, for so long he thought he could only meow, and it might be a little scary to suddenly open his mouth to speak.

The cat is so sweet.

Edgar repeated, "Speak."

The black cat jumped off the table, and almost as soon as it jumped onto the chair, a puff of white smoke formed out of thin air and quickly dissipated, as if it had never appeared before.

A mage with a black pointed mage hat appeared in front of him.

It was difficult for Edgar to describe this scene. The mage in front of him looked more like a real person than the one he saw in the hazy moonlight that night. The dark blue eyes seem to be replaced by cat eyes, with slightly curly black hair just past the earlobe, the tip of the nose is upturned, and the skin is as pale as porcelain. The temperament is like that of a mysterious mage living in a high tower, but he looks like a reserved young aristocrat, with a little youthful feeling.

...in a sense, really like a cat.

The mage, who finally changed back to human form, sat down on the back chair generously, took off his hat and put it aside, "Just ask, I'll answer if I can."

The purpose of his return was to clarify the matter and leave, not to pretend to be a cat and talk to the wolf. And now he has a rough preliminary plan in mind: continue to use the sacred beast setting that was placed on it before, and after everything has been said, he said that the holy beast is going back to live in the forest.

Edgar also sat down on the other side, and the two looked at each other across the table.

"The way you looked before..." Edgar hesitated for some reason.

After waiting for the next paragraph, Yu Yuan: "Huh?"

Edgar adjusted his glasses, "I remember you had something else on you before."

Something else?

Yu Yuan subconsciously glanced at himself, every time it was this dress, and what could be seen in this black hat and **** robe?

"When someone appeared on the rooftop that night." Edgar's eyes were subtle, "It has ears and a tail."

At first, he really regarded the black cat as a pure holy beast, and that night he thought it was a holy beast transformed into a human form, just like a werewolf, until he broke the one without cat ears and tail, and contacted Lister With the words of the prince, he realized that the black cat should have more identities, and it must be the human mage that Lister has been looking for.

But that didn't prevent him from mentioning the second crash, only the first.

Yu Yuan was stunned.

What, can't talk to you without cat ears and tail?

He patted the table, "There's no such thing, if you want to ask anything else, just ask."

Hearing this, Edgar seemed to grab something in an instant, his eyes darkened, "I only talk to my cat."

"......"Grass.

Yu Yuan really used all his self-control to tell himself not to scold people, and in a blink of an eye he changed back to cat form, opened his mouth and said, "Is it alright now?"

Why didn't he find out so much about this NPC before.

Edgar seemed satisfied with this, and folded his hands in front of him, "What is going on when you are not normal? What kind of spell is it?"

The black cat used his expertise and started to make up nonsense, "A special spell that only holy beasts can do."

It's hanging, I used a stand-in, I can't think of it.

Edgar chuckled, "But now I doubt your status as a holy beast."

"..." The black cat looked at the other party's eyes, and always felt that he knew something, but he didn't realize that he was caught when he came back from the Rist Castle.

But if it was discovered, why not reveal it sooner? This loophole gave the black cat confidence, and the cat insisted cheekily: "It was you who pushed me into a holy beast before, the patriarch has also been selected, and my work has been completed."

It intends to mention the matter of returning to the forest from now on.

"That's right, you have done your duty as a holy beast." Edgar changed back to the form of a white wolf and walked towards Cat Cat as he spoke.

The black cat stood on the chair and looked at it, talking as soon as he spoke, what would he do like a wolf.

"But I still doubt the identity of the holy beast, what should I do?" The white wolf slowly approached, "I brought you back and brought you to the council of elders, and now it's up to me to verify it."

"...how to test, you say."

The white wolf walked to the chair, and the black cat had to stand on the chair, so that the heights of the two sides were almost equal.

"I have my own method." White Wolf leaned forward.

The next second, the white wolf opened his mouth slightly and rubbed the black cat's face, rubbing its fur, leaving a sticky touch. For werewolves who can transform into wolf form, this is a very intimate gesture, perhaps about the same as a human kiss.

For a time, a certain charming and intimate atmosphere lingered. Like a wolf restraining its instinct to approach a young black cat, it also represents their original identity.

However, the black cat's eyes only saw the exposed wolf teeth, and the pointed canine teeth reflected a little light, which instantly exploded.

Is this finally about to bite it!

The black cat immediately turned back into a human form, and the black-clothed mage held the wolf down between his legs, and the white wolf's open mouth was also tightly held by him like a seashell. Use your hands as bite stoppers to keep them from biting.

"Can you do some human work!" Yu Yuan could say countless points of complaints when he thought of the experiences he had experienced since he first met the wolf, and when he was about to leave, he finally couldn't help it. Even if you can’t wash it with water, you’re going to open your mouth to bite me. You can bear with such a cute kitten, it’s a werewolf, is it a little more human?”

The previous atmosphere was gone.

The white wolf whose mouth was held down: "..."