I became king, and the first thing I did when I became king was to overhaul the military practices of my people. In fact, it's the only job my clan leader has, since we don't give birth.
"What can't you learn? Got a little wisdom to learn to fight in the underworld? No promise! Who taught you that?" I growled loudly, very strange, the word underworld I do not know what it means, but it jumped out of my mouth, I guess it is the influence of the "celestial fairy".
A few feet away, more than a dozen large blue wolves obediently bowed their heads, with their tails between their legs, listening to my admonitions, even if they did not understand, they would never ask, in the Wolf's life rules, the boss is right.
Not far away, the two-horned brown cattle with no fighting spirit after the leader's death are being frantically attacked by a group of wolves, and the defeat is inevitable.
"Wolf pack tactics are the most primitive and sharp offensive weapons of wolves, what duel?" Wolf, should be the embodiment of both wisdom and courage! As a Wolf, you don't need individual heroism, wolves need to have the strongest team spirit, fight bravely and resourcefully, and never give up..."
"King, you are wounded and need immediate medical attention," one of the higher rank wolves, whom I spat on in the face, told me in a low voice.
I woke up from the excitement of battle and noticed that I had been kicked in the crotch by a giant bull.
The wolves dodged, and in the center of the pack crouched dozens of pure white wolves, and a white Wolf came limping.
It was not injured, but was born with very short forelimbs, and ran forward stumbling as if it were about to fall, because it was not a Wolf, but in fact a mess.
Prairie panic is a different species of Wolf, they have no sharp fangs and claws, thin body, run faster than even a pig, if left to starve to death or become food for other beasts.
However, everything exists for its own reason, the jackal has a unique warcraft talent instinct, although their combat effectiveness is almost zero, but they are proficient in healing magic, so we provide protection and food for the jackal, and the jackal acts as our health doctor.
It is said that their intelligence is generally higher than that of wolves, so they often act as the consigliere of the Wolf king, but most of the time they are not adopted at all, because the proud Wolf only believes in force, and no one believes that the incompetent monster is more intelligent than the brave Wolf. Now of course I don't admit it, I think I'm smarter than all the monsters.
The hair of the pure white panic ran to my side, the panic face with a careful smile, flattery tunnel: "meet my king!"
At the same time, his short front PAWS grabbed the ground, his back arched, and I was surprised to see that his arms began to grow rapidly, and the white coat of hair quickly disappeared from his front feet.
First a pair of wrinkled hands, entirely human hands, then a kind human face, with a beard under his jaw. Finally, the whole body, when it rose from the ground, had become an old man in a white robe, a fairy bone.
I looked at it dumbfounded, knowing that this mess has become a ninth level of warcraft, only for this reason, it can become an adult.
In the history of Warcraft, there are almost no fighting wolves that can advance to the ninth level, but only those who are proficient in healing are exceptions. Every large number of wolves has a group of monsters protected by them, and every generation of monsters will have at least one advanced to the ninth level warcraft, so that they can be incarnated as humans.
But in the jungle of warcraft grassland, strength is a symbol of honor, and the status of distress is extremely humble even among the wolves who provide protection for it.
I usually do not care enough about the ethnic group, and I did not know that a demonic mess had become human. When I saw its image, I suddenly had a strong desire in my heart, and even overwhelmed the trauma caused by the tragic death of my father.
I want to be an upright human! It must have been the celestial influence, I thought.
"My king, your body is as strong as the king before you, your wisdom is unparalleled, and your tactics in killing the two-horned brown cow are really commendable."
The ninth level of the embarrassed family of warcraft a face of flattery, nodding and bowing to compliment, the immortal appearance of the fairy bone of the fairy, but its appearance is always so neat and extraordinary, and it shows the expression, the tone of speech, forming a strong contrast.
The monster was powered by its core, so there was no need to sing. It laid its hand on my wound. A faint white light came from the edge of its palm, and I felt a warm feeling filling the wound.
The palm of my hand moved slowly, my wound healed quickly with the naked eye, and it seemed that the treatment of this injury was very easy for him, and he seized this rare opportunity to kiss ass desperately while treating it. I know that this has always been the case with the distressed family, because they have lived a dependent life since birth and have been used to it.
"Why don't you treat the Wolf King with your healing skills?" I'm a little angry.
The devil smiled and said, "The king, the former king was injured by the horn of a two-horned brown cow, which contains powerful magical destructive power, and I need a long time to cure it, but you were in danger at that time, the former king had to go to battle immediately."
I listened to the heart for a moment of sadness, and then I thought of the question that made my heart beat, I calmed down and slowly asked it: "Why do you want to be human?"
Demonic panic, hurriedly said: "You don't like it?" My king, when the healing is over, I will return to my original form. I do this to maximize my healing power, I take human form only because I can maximize my healing power in this physical form, which is why high level monsters eventually take human form."
"Is that so? I stared at it intently. "Can you change me into this form?"
The devil made a fuss and cried out, "Why? My king, look how handsome you are now, with your blue hair, your handsome body, your majestic majesty, every male Wolf bowing to you, every female Wolf falling for you..."
I heard the hair stood on end, I do not know why, I used to go to see the moon alone in the middle of the night, so independent and special, it is not not to arouse the favor of the female wolves in the family, but now hear it tell me that there are many female wolves how to fall on me, but feel a heartfelt fear.
I immediately interrupted his compliment by saying, "Cut the crap, can you do it?" I want to be human and permanent!"
"Why is that? You are our king, how do you run in human form on the vast grassland, how do you fight with the powerful monsters? Do you know that solidifying your human form will severely limit your abilities before you automatically rank as a top Warcraft?" This damn thing keeps talking.
"I only ask you, yes or no?" I am angry, I am a powerful warcraft, is the current Wolf king of the western Wolf clan, in a rage, the gas of Wang Ba exhale in the dark, the scene of the shock of the devil knees a soft, the head will worship, is very scared: "Unless you rely on your own evolution to do, humble does not have such a powerful ability."
"How can I evolve?" I fixated on the problem.
"Fight! Before the panic could answer, a warwolf leader behind him jumped over, waving his PAWS excitedly: "Endless battle! Only in battle can you continue to increase your strength and become the greatest king of the Warcraft grassland."
A lot of embarrassed answers, I suspect that this group of fools in advance to discuss, but in fact I did not give them the opportunity to confessions, after not getting a second answer, I was discouraged, I had to according to their claim, led my Wolf army south and north, east and west to kill, began the endless battle road.
My reputation has spread to the world of Warcraft, and I don't know how many monsters tremble at the sound of my name, including those fierce manticoons, saber-toothed tigers, and forest demon bears, who are individually very powerful and larger than I am, but their race is so weak that now they have no choice but to surrender to a shameless Wolf king who has never accepted the challenge.
However, as my power grew, I found this kind of life more and more boring. My territory is larger than I can remember, and my power extends even to the territory of our distant orc relatives.
One day, we defeated a fox tribe, and when I saw a long-haired, red-tailed, pint-like, curvy Fox girl, my adolescent hormones finally erupted irrepressibly like lava.
I showed mercy and ordered the wolves, who were about to tear the beautiful Fox maiden and her family to pieces for dinner, to release them. Incense is used for pity, jade is used for product, flowers are used for picking, and the beautiful girl is used to let her pain... I, with my alien fusion, came to such a muddled conclusion.
How can I scrape a piece of skin off such a beautiful girl? I threatened my subordinates in the fiercest tones, and if anyone touched her, I would wring off the head of anyone and use it to wipe my ass. I am a Wolf who pays great attention to personal hygiene. Then I told her in my softest voice that she could leave safely, and that no evil Wolf would dare harm her again.
Because my voice is gentle like the spring breeze, it is too small, the scared fox beauty girl did not hear it, and finally I had to say my heart out loud.
I imprinted a magic symbol on her delicate arm, which is my trademark. I told her she could leave safely, and that even the bully orcs would not touch her in the future, for it was I, the Wolf of the Wolf, who protected her.