I am a high-ranking wolf and also the prince of the wolf clan. When I was very young, I knew that when I grew up, I would be a strong and fierce wolf, with silky dark blue hair, pointed ears like knives, strong limbs, sharp teeth, and a pair of fiery eyes. I am a very handsome wolf prince. Meanwhile, I am a gifted wolf. My talent is manifested quite outstandingly. I often stand alone on the mountain to enjoy the scenery, and I often go to the place called "High Mountain". Coming up with such a poetic name proves that we orcs also have culture and wisdom. According to the legends passed down from generation to generation in our Western Wolf Tribe, on the "High Mountain", that is, the large earthen mound, its shape has remained unchanged since ancient times. It is said that a demon, a truly terrifying demon, was sealed by the gods beneath the large earthen tomb. So it was originally a forbidden area for our people, but thousands of years later, not many animals were willing to take this legend seriously. Therefore, I often went as a wolf to that large earthen mound, stepped on the devil's head, looked up at the moon in the sky, and blew two long whistles to show my uniqueness.

Once, a human painter passed by and painted the scene of me looking at the moon alone, and gave it a very poetic name, "The Wolf Howling at the Moon", which spread in the human world. Many years later, humans have misunderstood that we wolves like to climb up the cliff to look at the moon and howl on the full moon night. In fact, it is a beautiful misunderstanding. The truth is that I was the only one who did that. I was just a teenager with acne, trying to be different. Besides, I seriously suspect that this artist was color-blind because my hair is blue, but he named me "The Wolf Screaming at the Moon". Although art allows for exaggeration, it made me very uneasy. It's a good thing he passed away early, otherwise I would have pursued him for infringing on my reputation after he violated my portrait rights.

My wolf life began to change on the full moon night. From that night on, my wolf life became a different kind of life. At that time, I was standing on the "High Mountain", oh no, it was "The Blue Wolf Howling at the Moon". I moaned and howled. Suddenly, a star in the sky became brighter and brighter. I took a look and found that I had human wisdom. Because that star hit me. It was not a star made of matter but an extraterrestrial soul. This unfortunate fellow from another world. Of course, this is the conclusion I reached after having part of his experience and knowledge and fully understanding this world. Because most of the things that happened to him were impossible in our world at that time. The information I absorbed was that this unfortunate creature came from a blue planet in another world. You see, it's blue again. Maybe that's why it hit me on the head. This poor guy, in that world, traded with something called stocks. He told me from his memory that he was a retailer, and my wisdom told me that retailers and the poor seemed to be closely related. Retail investors were tortured to death by a demon called Dong Li. So he climbed onto the roof, first saw an angel, and then died. Maybe it was because he was angry with the heavens that he still had a bit of spiritual energy left and flew to the "High Mountain" thousands of miles away, while I was howling for the closest contact.

Of course, several years later, when I returned to this place as a human and went deep underground, I learned that there really was an ancient demon under the mountain. It was this poor guy. In order to break free, he accumulated divine power for thousands of years, lured a soul from another world, and wanted to play the trick of "escaping", but accidentally hit me who was singing on the top of the mountain.

Is it good or bad for wolves to have wisdom? It's hard to say. For example, now we are at war with the two-horned brown bulls. Tens of thousands of blue wolves are tightly surrounding more than a thousand tall two-horned brown bulls. The battle between the two groups has reached a white-hot stage. The roars of the bulls, the howls of the wolves, and the tremors of the earthquake are mixed into a strange sound wave. In my position, there was a dying comrade. One of its legs was broken by a bull's hoof, and its wolf's belly was torn open by the sharp horns, with its internal organs spilling onto the ground. In front of me, there were constantly comrades being picked up by the powerful two-horned brown bulls, and also two-horned brown bulls whose physical strength was gradually weakening in the battle and were immediately torn to pieces by a dozen brothers. But I didn't take part in the battle. Not every member of our Blue Wolf family has magical abilities, so those blue wolves with magical abilities are held in much higher regard. I could have played a big role in the battle. But I was sulking at that time. It's of course unreasonable for a teenage wolf to lose his temper. Because I hated this kind of large-scale casualty positional warfare. The two-horned brown bulls formed a circle, with both offense and defense, and we were in a larger circle, fighting against a smaller circle. The physical strength of the two-horned brown bulls was not something we could handle because they were as strong as ordinary bulls. Worst of all, the resistance of the two-horned brown bulls was very high. Our magic wolves are good at electric shock magic, but for their thick skin, most of the time it could only paralyze or slow down the attacks, rather than cause more serious damage. Meanwhile, there were also dozens of two-horned brown bulls with the instinct of earth magic, accompanied by low and strong bull roars, they could manipulate the earth elements to assist in the battle. So when we wolves, after making great sacrifices, were about to surround and capture a brown bull, we would disperse into a circle to support the battle and try to save our comrades. In such a battle, our futile casualties were really too great. I wanted to order all the wolves to stop this stupid attack, and then organize them to concentrate the power of their sharp knives, divide and cut the bulls, and rely on the advantage of numbers to carry out a one-sided massacre. But these stupid guys were already used to fighting, and the wolf prince is not the wolf king. They respected me, but they didn't listen to my orders. When a smart demon bull in the opposite brown bull herd discovered my position, I was very angry, realizing that my identity was more important. Because the wolf pack is an orderly society. Even in battle, lower-ranked wolves didn't dare to approach me within a foot, except for the dying demon wolf underground. Thus, I became a living target, which was equivalent to telling the enemy, come on, come on, I am a high-ranking demon wolf. That tall and strong two-horned brown bull clearly wanted to kill me, defeat my army. It roared and charged at me. At this time, I was still pouting and sulking. Being willful and spoiled since childhood, it's normal for a wolf prince to have a bit of a temper, but this was on the battlefield, and it was a matter of life and death. The wolves around me knew that I had a bad temper as a young master, but they also knew that my combat effectiveness was not much worse than that of my father, the wolf king. So when that two-horned brown bull charged, they didn't pounce on it but gave up a space, expecting me to teach it a good lesson. When they found that I was standing there, completely unresponsive, it was already too late to help.