Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 145 The Wolf Shepherd

"Get up! Come out for me! Let's go!"

The dilapidated tent was thrown open, and the short stick was swung down, violently driving out a few people in ragged clothes who were curled up in the tent.

A group of people were kicked out in a daze, but they didn't dare to make any complaints. They just looked at the barbarian who was waving a stick and giving orders with horror on his face.

The savage was tall and strong, his body was wrapped in animal skins, his face was painted with unknown oil paint, his whole body smelled of fishy smell, and he didn't know how many years he hadn't bathed.He also has a savage temperament. Several of their companions who wanted to resist and run away were all brutally beaten to death by him with that blood-stained stick.

For these poor captives, this savage named Hatch is their heaven, their master, master of their fate, their life and death.

The sun hadn't risen yet, and the sky hadn't even dawned yet, but the whole camp started to be busy, eating and clearing up the tents, it was a busy scene.

The barbarian Hatch also gave an order, pointing to a dirty wooden barrel and said, "Hurry up and eat, and then hurry up and pack up the tent. Hurry up, we're leaving soon!"

The food in the wooden barrel exudes a pungent stench, and the appearance does not make people feel appetizing at all, but everyone knows that if they don’t eat, they will not have the energy to complete today’s itinerary, and if they fall behind, they will wait. Theirs would be Hatch's stick, and death.

Dirty, even broken bowls were inserted into the barrel one after another, scooping up the disgusting food, forcing himself to swallow them.

Red Hart was no exception, resisting the severe nausea, forcing himself to swallow this greasy, fishy, ​​complex-tasting food into his stomach.

It has been several months since they were arrested. Apart from eating and sleeping, they were on the road all the way. Several companions couldn't bear such despair and wanted to resist or escape, but without exception, they were all arrested and returned. Hatch picked up the stick and smashed it into a meat paste one after another.

And this meat paste is very likely
Red Hart didn't want to die. He had a wife and children, parents, relatives and friends, and he had constant worries about parting. He wanted to survive, and he wanted to return to that beautiful hometown, and that incomparably warm home.

But he knew that during this journey, he had completely left his hometown, even his motherland, the land he was familiar with.

He was a little bit resentful, why he was a veterinarian, was taken captive, was taken as a captive, and was driven to trek through the desolate mountains.

He was also a little thankful, fortunately, he was a veterinarian, so he had some value, and he was able to survive. However, the soldiers who had guarded them to collect the medicine were brutally killed after being identified.

He just hated, he just regretted, why did he propose to come out to collect herbs, if he didn't come out, he wouldn't have met this terrifying wolf shepherd clan!Met these bloody werewolfers!
He didn't know about werewolf herders at first, although he occasionally heard their legends, such as believing in the moon god, being cruel and easy to kill, being besieged by the Holy See, etc., but he never took it to heart, it was too far away from him .

But it was different now. The legendary nightmare turned into reality. They were driven into the terrifying pack of wolves and threatened to heal the wounded giant wolves.

They have to control their fear, facing the shrill howls of wolves, the eyes that devour each other, and the big bloodshot mouths, and give medicine to those tall and strong giant wolves, Bandage, cure.

After several months of deliberate listening and summarizing, Red Hart knew that this was a legendary wolf shepherd who wanted to rush to the Northland with a pack of wolves.Accidentally, they ran into a cavalry that was scattered during the war, and the two sides fought fiercely.Although they finally wiped out the cavalry and kept their whereabouts, they still lost a lot. Many giant wolves were injured, even seriously injured.

Fortunately for them, shortly after the battle, they ran into a team of veterinarians who came out to gather medicine.
The werewolf walks with the wolf and dances with the wolf.

Next to the camp, outside the tents, was a huge pack of wolves.The wolf herders would lead them through forests and mountains, hunting and predating, and even sometimes lead them to attack small villages on the edge of the forest or at the foot of the mountain.

And their relationship with wolves is also different from the common shepherds on the mainland, compared with livestock or meat.They are more like companions or friends with wolves.

They will attack together, run away together, sleep together, eat together, talk to wolves, communicate with wolves, comb and clean them tirelessly.

They will learn from the wolves, and learn the most primitive martial arts according to the pounce and bite of wolves.Wolves will also learn, learn to live in groups, learn to encircle and attack, break down the resistance of prey groups, and get more food.

There is perfect harmony between man and wolf, there is no abandonment, no betrayal, no killing, only sincere unity, mutual help and mutual learning.

In the eyes of Red Hart and the others, it is barbarism and bestiality, but in the eyes of the shepherds, it is nature and harmony.

The buckets of food were slowly emptied, the tents were put away, divided into sections, tied up, and carried on their backs.

The surrounding wolf shepherds, the members of this wolf clan, also packed their bags and howled one by one to greet the giant wolves who scattered into the forest.

The crowd gathered, surrounded by wolves, the leader of the wolf herders, the patriarch of this wolf clan, a taller and stronger man, full of rough wildness, began to speak before departure:

"There are still five mountains! After climbing five more mountains, we will reach the Iron Forest! At that time, there will be the Black Wolf Clan, Gray Wolf Clan, Flower Wolf Clan and the strongest Wild Wolf Clan, Demon Wolf Clan! There, we will hold a sacrifice! The grandest sacrifice! With our blood and flesh! With our heart and soul! The supreme sacrifice offered!"

"Sacrifice!" "Sacrifice!" "Sacrifice!".
The savages all around howled.

"We are the White Wolf Clan! We are the descendants of the giant wolf Skul! We are the giant wolves chasing the sun! We are the wolves of doom, we are the wolves of destruction! We are the sons of Fenrir!"

"Fenrir!" "Fenrir!" "Fenrir!".
Cheers and howls broke out again.

"We will reach the Iron Forest! We will defeat all opponents! We will get all the glory! We will be with Fenrir!"

"Together!" "Together!" "Together!".
The man's cry and the wolf's horn became one.

"set off!"

With an order, the crowd and the pack of wolves meandered forward, heading towards the mountains visible to the naked eye in the distance.

(End of this chapter)