The White Wolf God suddenly asked him, "Do you have many questions for that little fragment? No need to ask, if they didn't go into slumber with the Main God, it means they know nothing."
Hill nodded, "But I don't know anything, so I always want to understand a bit."
The White Wolf looked around and then stopped to ask Hill, "If I run faster, will you be okay?"
Hill laughed, "Let me cast a protective spell on myself, otherwise, if you run too fast, I will feel uncomfortable."
Hill cast a Wind Shield on himself, and the White Wolf tilted his head and said, "It's been ten thousand years, there are many unfamiliar spells. I will need to find a subordinate familiar with humans in the future."
"Elves have also changed a lot," Hill grabbed a tuft of his fur again, "But over on their side with the dwarves, I guess not many high-level magical beasts could be passed down."
