Chapter 348: The Hungry Wolf

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　　Stone also started the game for the first time, opened the live broadcast room, and immediately many water friends poured in!

　　"Come here!"

　　"Come on, I've been waiting for a long time!"

　　They all wanted to see him play.

　　Shitou laughed: "Of course I played it today. I tried it out at the game show last time, and I haven't enjoyed it yet!" Let's

　　start the game!

　　The low voice said slowly: "Sakura at the end of the Warring States period..."

　　A fiery red maple leaf fell, flowing down the clear, shallow creek covered with pebbles.

　　Wearing hemp rope to bind the feet of straw sandals, stepping into this clear stream, a warrior warrior with a hair on the moon, covering his chest with one hand, ran forward staggeringly.

　　"The war that has burned all over the country is still showing no signs of abating." The

　　soldier's face and arms were covered in blood, gasping for breath, his expression full of exhaustion and pain, and he limped into the maple forest. In the middle of it, he glanced back halfway, as if to confirm whether there was any enemy catching up behind him.

　　"Even the kingdom of Weiming, which is located deep in the mountains and forests, is in flames."

　　However, just as he walked out of the maple forest, a confused expression appeared on his face.

　　The camera is far away, and this is also a battlefield that is killing the sky. Two groups of warriors in different costumes are scattered in this open grass, fighting fiercely. The biggest difference between them is that one is wearing a hat, while the other no.

　　Those who should escape can't always escape. The miscellaneous soldiers didn't expect that after escaping for a long time, they still escaped back to the battlefield. The inner eight feet slowly opened, and they knelt down on the ground in despair.

　　During the battle, a soldier with hats rode the enemy to the ground and cut his throat with a knife. He turned his head and saw the deserter. He stood up and swung the knife. A cold arrow shot through his throat, and he fell to the ground with a "uh" sound.

　　The miscellaneous soldier knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the soldier in the bucket hat lying in front of him, tremblingly wanted to stretch out his hand and retracted, but for a moment he didn't know what to do.

　　Turning his head to look at the towering outposts in the distance, the wind rolled black smoke and maple leaves flying into the sky, looking very desolate.

　　"The war, is it over..." The

　　camera turned 180 degrees as the maple leaves turned to the flowing clouds in the sky, and the clear blue sky also turned into the dim yellow of the sunset in the rotation of the camera.

　　Here is a bush, two samurai are fighting fiercely, one is tall and strong, wearing a red mask, holding a huge cross spear, while the other samurai looks much thinner, the face under the helmet looks like There are some vicissitudes, there are bloodstains flowing down, but the eyes are sharp like a lion.

　　After a few moves between the two, the vicissitudes warrior bounced the spear away with the knife, then turned around and stabbed the knife down into the tall warrior's feet. The high-strength force set off the dust under his feet.

　　The smoke cleared, and the vicissitudes of life warrior used all his strength. The slender samurai sword firmly held the cross on the spear head.

　　"Ahhhhh!!!" The

　　vicissitudes warrior shouted angrily, took the time to withdraw the knife, and held it up to the underarm of the tall warrior. Taking advantage of the blood splashing and the enemy suffering, he stepped on the opponent's back and grabbed it. The head slashed the throat.

　　Shito couldn't help but wonder, "Who is this person?"

　　Under the dusky sunset, the evening wind swayed the juniper bushes like waves, and the vicissitudes warrior turned his back to the corpse of the defeated enemy, his sword unsheathed, facing the empty field. , boosted his voice, and shouted loudly and dignifiedly: "The enemy general Tamura has been defeated by me!" The

　　majestic voice echoed in the distance,The screen gradually went black.

　　"This is Juggernaut - Wei Ming Yixin, the bloody battle of robbery of the country."

　　Shi Shi guessed: "Jian Sheng Yi Xin, at first glance, is a powerful person, maybe it is our master!" The

　　sky was getting darker, and the setting sun was almost To fall completely, a gap was exposed between the foothills and the thick black clouds in the distance, illuminating the tragic battlefield full of corpses. There are still only two broken sentry towers, and the dim sunset is still standing here. Yu Guang made the wilderness shrouded in a lonely atmosphere.

　　Many black crows flapped their wings and flew around the field with ominous "quack" screams, as if to celebrate the coming gluttonous feast. A man with a braid as thick as an arm stepped into this desolate wilderness.

　　Next to the corpse of the hat soldier, a thin hand picked up a blood-stained samurai sword.

　　is a wolf.

　　Stone recognized it at a glance: "Oh, the wolf when I was young!"

　　Although the wolf's face was very young, its temperament was the same as that of an adult, and there was only an indifference to death in his eyes.

　　Perhaps it was because he had lived in cruel wars since he was a child, lost his relatives and became orphans, which gave the wolf a cold and numb heart.

　　Even if there had just been a big battle here, and the corpses were all over the place, and it looked extremely tragic, he couldn't let his expression waver. He just looked at the samurai sword he picked up, as if to judge whether it was still valuable.

　　He has already carried two katana swords on his back, perhaps to collect a few that can still be used in exchange for a little survival ration.

　　The blade gently stroked the wolf's face, and immediately following the blade, several bloodstains flowed down, which looked extremely terrifying, but the wolf's expression was still indifferent.

　　Indifference to the death of others is the same to oneself. The feathers on the jacket fluctuated with the wind, and the gray-haired old man pressed the tip of his knife against the wolf's forehead condescendingly. The expression on his face did not change, and he said lightly, "Is it a lost wild dog?"

　　He took the tip of the knife away from the wolf's forehead and slowly lifted it up, signaling the wolf to raise its head.

　　The wolf raised his head, and even stretched out his hand, holding the knife's tip without fear.

　　In the last twilight of the sunset, the burly old man standing and the young wolf kneeling on the ground were connected by a samurai sword. Only the fallen leaves drifted down with the wind, which seemed to imply a certain fate.

　　There was a slight fluctuation in the old man's tone: "Oh? Do you want to follow me, the hungry wolf." The

　　wolf held the small hand with the tip of the knife, and a thin liquid fell into the sunset, and slowly lowered his head.

　　Stone said "Oh~": "So that's how the wolf came. He was adopted by this person, so he gave him a random name."

　　"So, the wolf that was picked up on the battlefield, after training, became an outstanding one. Ninja." The

　　scene changed, and in the middle of the night, the wolf was already a mature face when he grew up, and he could still vaguely see the knife marks that had been scratched on the side of his face.

　　"Remember the commandments of ninjas." The old man put his big hands on the shoulders of the kneeling wolf and instructed earnestly, "It is only important people who are your parents, so you must keep them in your heart." In

　　the room where the wolf knelt, there was a ray of light. Shot through the crack of the door.

　　"From today, that person is your master. You have to bet your name to protect it. If it is taken away, you must save it." The

　　wolf raised his head and glanced deeply into the direction of the house.