Episode 15 : The Wolf King of Dogtooth Mountain - Part 6

(The evidence is that Canaan, the great empire of Canaan, the fantastic ancient empire founded by Ra, the Sun King, had made this land of Nosferus its glorious domain, and had built a vast imperial city among the deserts and rocks. In addition to the natural hazards of rocks and deserts, Canaan had ships that could run freely on the sand, and all of its great cities were equipped with aqueducts, so that even though they were in the middle of the desert, the people had no trouble finding water, and their prosperity surpassed that of any empire in the Middle Plains.

 But the ancient empire of Canaan was destroyed almost overnight by an unaccountable conflagration - an eternal punishment from heaven, according to Alexander's writings. Canaan's territory became an uninhabited desert, and to this day it has never belonged to any empire.

 What has happened to Nosferus, that it should destroy the Canaanite Empire, that it should reduce the animal inhabitants of Nosferus to nothing more than hideous, deformed forms of life, such as the id and the sandworm, and that, according to legend, it should transform these people of the sand, who were once nothing but the good inhabitants of the Canaanite Empire, living in the very desert, into hairy, dwarfed pre-humans and a gigantic, mysterious barbarian race? And what is it that has transformed these people of the sand, who, according to legend, were nothing but the good people of the Canaanite empire, living in the desert, into a hairy, dwarfed pre-human race or a gigantic, mysterious barbarian race?

 Guin, of course, had no way of knowing about the return of the Kitai mage Kal-Mor from the interior of Nosferus and his strange experience in the Valley of Noxious Gloom, which were the direct motivations for the Mongol Court to move their fearless intentions for this expedition to Nosferus. Nor could he have known that the Golden Scorpion Palace of Mongol had already connected Kal-Mor's terrifying experience with a deadly new weapon that would help him in his ambition to conquer the whole world.

 However, Guin, with his own intuition and understanding, is able to sense that there is a secret in Nosferus, and that it will bring about some enormous change in the course of the world itself.

 Guin walked with a nod. His eyes were alert in every direction, and at the slightest hint of anything he would have been instantly in a fighting stance, but as far as the eye could see, he seemed to be in a state of almost abandonment, his mind occupied with his great and heavy thoughts.

 They were a strange pair of travelers, both of them extremely fit and tireless, and soon they reached the top of the narrow pass at the summit of Mount Gutou, with its two large rocky peaks on either side. Both "ears" were so thin and pointed that even a wolf, let alone a man, or a deer, could not stand on them, so there was no doubt that this was the summit of Dogu Mountain, even though it was lower.

 By now the sun had risen, and they were on their way down, and the sun was burning them to a crisp. Guin and the Wolf King decided to take a rest, and Guin took a mouthful of the meat of the rock lizard which he had brought with him, and which, while hanging about his waist, had completely dried up and become like the dried flesh of a lizard. He put it in his mouth, cracked open the seeds of the vacha fruit, and quenched his thirst with a little of the luscious juice.

 The area was a spectacular sight - if you can call it that. For those who judge scenery with a very human sense of beauty, it would be a rather horrible, cruel and inhuman landscape.

 And Canaan, which should have led them eastward, was cut off from them by the ears of Mount Gutu. And all they saw was the road which they had just traversed, and the white sea which stretched on for ever and ever beneath it.

 Everywhere you look, there is not a speck of green, not a bush. Not a cloud in the sky, not even an angel hair flying at this height.

 As he gazed at this unsociable and monotonous landscape, however, it seemed that neither Guin nor the Wolf King felt any emotion, of course. Feeling dread, awe, and emotion at the vastness of the landscape was useless to the wild beasts that inhabited it.

 After dodging sweat in the cold wind at the top of the mountain, they started to descend again as soon as possible.

 It soon became apparent to Guin that the way down was somewhat more difficult than the way up. The earth on the eastern slope was very brittle, and on the western side the wolves tramped over it as their territory, but did not often come this way. When we tried to go down, we tended to run into rocks hidden in the sand.

 Without hesitation, Guin carefully groped for a foothold and began to descend, but more than once the foothold gave way and he slid down several times, and more than once the rock on which he had placed his hands and feet with the intention of being safe seemed to wobble, and then the earth which had supported it gave way and the huge rock rolled down to the bottom of the valley, making a tremendous noise. The huge rock rolled down to the bottom of the valley.

 The wolf did not have as much difficulty as Guin, but still he was not able to leap with the ease of a man who knew his way around as he had done on the way up. Some of the rocks supported by the fragile soil here could not even support the weight of the Wolf King. The valleys were filled with the strange harmony of the rocks, pebbles, and sand that fell from the feet of Guin and the Wolf King, reverberating with the thundering, rumbling, and louder sounds of the rocks and ground below.

 The descent took more time than the ascent, and more often than not we had to stop to rest and tend to our aching muscles. The sun was falling relentlessly, and we could hear the wolves crying mournfully on the rocks in the distance.

(Go over the Dog Head Mountain)

 If Linda's voice had not been so clear in his ears, perhaps the leopard-headed warrior would not have begun to feel impatient. Or if his companion, the Wolf King, had not been following him, in front of him and beside him.

 At last, the second day of his long and arduous walk was approaching sunset. This meant that he was halfway through the appointed day with the Semites, and he had not even seen the lagon he had come for.

 If it had not been for that sandstorm and the encounter with the Wolf King, he would probably still be only halfway to the foot of Mount Gutou. The warrior had never doubted that he was heading in the right direction, but the fact that he had to spend the whole of his time just to cross the Dogtooth Mountain, considering that there was a way back and that it would naturally take some time to persuade Ragon, was It was a very unfortunate thing.

 However, in that case, it would have been completely impossible to demand a longer time than four days. Shem and his men were fighting for the very survival of the race itself, and there was no guarantee that they would be able to hold out for four days with less than half the strength of the enemy, dodging and dodging.

 Or, even as he was doing this, Mongol's army might have already launched an all-out attack and everything might be in vain. At that time, all of Guin's efforts to bring Ragon back would be for naught, even if he succeeded in bringing him back.

(Two more days)

 Guin never did anything foolish like stopping his feet and disturbing his own pace because of his immediate impatience, but sometimes he clenched his fists in silence with a great deal of force.

 The Wolf King looked up to ask. And the sun went down. By the time the sun had set and darkness had fallen, they had passed over the steepest of the descents and had come to a gentle slope that went around the base of the mountain, close to the cliff.

 The Wolf King seemed more inclined to recommend that they spend another night in the area. But Guin had no such intentions.

 Although the gradient has become a little slower, the footing is still crumbly and the valley on the right is steep. The road narrows sharply in some places, and if you step on the shoulder of the road, it will immediately crumble under your feet and drop you into the bottom of the bottom of the bottom of the bottomless ravine.

 The darker it got, the more dangerous the road became.

 However, when he sees that Guin continues to descend to the cliff, groping his way down the rocks, while keeping an eye out for the Japanese milfoil and the blood-sucking moss, he has no choice but to quicken his pace again.

 The Wolf King and Guin were both able to see at night, to a certain extent, so they might have had an advantage over ordinary travelers in that respect. However, it was unlikely that ordinary travelers would have had the chance to wander into a place like this...

 And--

 Suddenly, the hairs on the back of Guin's head stood on end unconsciously.

"What the hell was that?

 A short, barking voice escaped his lips.

 The Wolf King doesn't seem surprised.

 It's--

 It was something blank.

Snow?

 Guin's eyes narrowed as he stared into the darkness ahead.

(Id or ...?)

Or...

 Is it some kind of bizarre Nosferous monster that Guin hasn't hit yet?

 On their way, the road will suddenly fall away.

 Beyond it, the white masses continue to rise in the darkness.

 There was no sign of movement even though I kept my eyes on it, but to my eyes, which had been used to seeing the dark gray rock of Mt.

(...)

 Guin was lost.

 That's when.

"Ah--!"

 Unintentionally, a cry escaped from Guin's mouth.

 For the wolf-king suddenly slipped past Guin and dashed towards the white monsters.

"Wait--!"

 Guin rushed out his hand and tried to stop the Wolf King. Just as some of Nosferus' monsters are neither plants nor animals, some may be neither animals nor minerals. They may emit some kind of scent or thought wave, and then lure animals to eat them.

 But the Wolf King's movements were like lightning. He slipped past Guin's hands to stop him, darted across the rocks into the zone of the white stuff, and grabbed the nearest chunk of it.

 And then, suddenly, he began to lick it as if he were holding it in his arms.

(--!

 Guin's eyes lit up.

 Carelessly but hurriedly, he too rolled down the last part of the path along the cliff, and plunged into the area where there were large and small white chunks of rocks, both here and there.

 The ground is also sprinkled with a white powder that seems to have spilled from the white mass, as if it were the first snowfall.

 Guin pauses. He stares at the wolf, somewhat stunned.

 That wise old wolf of Dogtooth Mountain, that infinitely old wolf king, has somehow managed to...

 He rubs himself against the rock, which is as white as his brilliant white fur, and rolls around on the ground, licking the rock all the while. It is said that the white rock is rather fragile and can be broken easily by the fangs of the Wolf King.

 Guin frowned. He reached out and touched it gently. Nothing happened.

 Take a chance and scrape off a little white rock. It will fall into the palm of your hand.

 Then, after a little hesitation, he decided that there was nothing strange about the wolf king's behavior, although he was very excited, so he put his palm close to his mouth and stretched out his rough tongue. He stretches out his rough tongue and flicks it.

 Just like that,

"Oh!"

 He was screaming.

 From.

 But it's good. After a day of sweating in the desert sun, my tired mouth was suddenly filled with an indescribable feeling of comfort.

"It's rock salt."

 He muttered. He rushed to the other rock and did the same thing again. It had the same salty taste.

 As far as the eye could see, the valley was filled with a tremendous amount of salt.