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It took three full hours for the woman to silently give birth to the baby in her abdomen. The baby started to breathe for the first time in the cold wind. When she breathed in, she let out a crying cry, breaking the constant depression of the tundra. The howl of the wolf in the distance did not stop.

The woman looked at the baby boy writhing and struggling in the cold winter frost, and finally showed a satisfied smile in her cold eyes.

She cut the umbilical cord with the long sword in her hand, then untied her leather armor, and hugged the newborn, blood-stained child in her arms.

The woman was really hungry for too long, and she didn't even have a baby to nurture her. The newborn seemed to realize this, so she fell silent.

The violent wind in the sky blows away the dark and heavy clouds. After seven days of heavy snow, it finally stopped for a while. Behind the clouds is a misty starry night. The gorgeous aurora is a colorful curtain of the gods, which also float with the wind at night. Then, two huge moons were looming in the deep sky behind the clouds and brilliance, one red and the other white, hiding their stalwart shape in a place that mortals could not reach.

The woman poked her head out of the pit and looked back at where she came from. Her long golden hair covered with mud, plant debris, and blood was flying in the wind like a banner.

The undulating mountains on the horizon are majestic and harsh, with cold bladed ridges, and horns that soar into the sky. They are slightly exposed in the thick fog of wind and snow, as if they can still pierce human arrogance through thousands of miles. These terrifying and respectable natural terrains give A woman's great encouragement and strength.

The Nords of Skyrim are familiar with snow and mountains. Their ancestors came from Alamot, which is farther north than Tamriel, a terrible land that can freeze human bones.

The woman is enjoying the severe cold and blizzard, as if bathing in the gentle spring rain. At the end of the earth, which is gradually covered by darkness, flashing cyan light spots are moving. These light spots are the eyes of the wolves. These greedy predators are chasing women. The blood, quietly approached.

The woman clenched the long sword in her hand, and the film on the hilt was as hard as a piece of wood. She showed a cruel smile. Warriors never feared powerful enemies. For her, these greedy guys were just feeding themselves. Sad prey.

The wild wolves of Skyrim Province are also not afraid of ice and cold. They slowly gathered around. There were three or five in the south moving quietly, and one in the east and one in the west, issuing one after another wolf howls, restraining the woman's attention.

Cunning beast.

The woman squinted her eyes and looked at the wolves to the south with the fairly bright sky light. A few gray shadows moved silently on the gray tundra. Those were ordinary wild wolves, but it seemed that they did not have a wolf king’s order. The movements were very random, and this discovery made the woman quietly relieved.

The wolves will definitely not let her go. To give up a meal of human flesh at the end of the winter when the food is short is undoubtedly a catastrophe for a race.

For a woman, she will not give up these wolves either. What can they bring? Flesh and fur, women need food to replenish energy and substances so that they can breastfeed their children, while boys also need a warm skin to be swaddled.

The wolves on both sides of the east and west are still crying, and the wolf on the south has ran behind the pit. The woman took off her leather armor and wrapped the child. She only had an apron left, and the umbilical cord was still falling, dangling between her legs. With her head raised high, holding a long sword, scattered stars, swaying aurora, and soft moonlight flashed behind her at this moment, as if a brilliant drama had begun.

Three wolves stood in front of them, one stood further back, and the other two stood watching from a distance, leaning on their sides and turning their heads, like a four-legged bench, with their eyes reflecting light.

From silence to eruption, the wolves took a moment to bite off the woman's legs, one jumped up, and opened his mouth to the neck.

And the woman, with a horizontal kick, kicked the wolf in front of both legs away, raised the sword and pierced the wolf’s mouth. After all, she was very tired and hungry. This one pierced the wolf’s mouth, but Lack of strength, did not get into the throat, the wild wolf bit the long sword, grinning, his eyes were strange, but the same crazy.

The woman leaped forward and pushed her long sword forward, rubbing the steel with her fangs, as if sparks could hang on this cold night.

Finally, the long sword was stabbed from the ribs of the wolf.

It died, but still biting the sword.

The wolves watching the battle from east and west flinched, and then began to rush over.

The two that were kicked have gone around behind the woman, one bit the woman's left leg, and the other was punched back by the woman.

The last wolf rushed towards the woman at this moment, leaped over and waved its wolf claws.

The woman roared like thunder.

The war roar of the Nords shook the sky and drew back strong enemies. The wolves panicked, and even the wolf biting the woman's calf whimpered and fled.

The woman glanced sideways at her **** calf, then stopped paying attention, drew out the long sword strenuously, and slammed it into the torso of a wolf in front. The remaining wolves fled without looking back.

The woman smiled and killed the fallen wolf in the past, and now she has two gains.

She tore the wolf's throat and drank hot blood. She felt the temperature and strength rolling in her stomach pouch. Gradually, her whole body became hot and dry. She even sweated a little, even if she was quickly blown into ice powder by the wind.

Okay, now she can breastfeed her baby. She returned to the pit, but found that her baby was gone.

The smile on her face disappeared.

Turning to horrible anger, she let out a scream ~www.readwn.com~ like a ghost in the snow.

The footprints of the wolf stretched all the way, and the woman hurried to chase after the wind and snow had not erased the trace.

There were more than a few wolves in the pack, and another one sneaked into the pit and snatched the baby away. Now he is separated from his companions and is planning to find a good place to eat by himself.

The baby was wrapped in leather armor, and the leather armor was held by the wolf's kiss. He hung a few centimeters above the ground and shook it gently. He opened his eyes and looked to the north. A little salty wind and bad breath mixed with wolf's bad breath from the cold sea of ​​undead made him nauseous.

Lu Zhengkang was rather helpless, he couldn't resist anything under such a situation.

As the embodiment of Bodhisattva's mind, he has no magical powers and martial arts.

It can be said that life is very difficult.

Lu Zhengkang sighed again, and the only thing that made him think about it was that he had a backstage, and the Bodhisattva gave him a little support.

There is a small pattern on the palm of his right palm. This is a storage space, but it has not been opened yet. In addition, there is a task panel in his mind.

The task panel is equivalent to an invisible notepad and memo. Lu Zhengkang can store the information he wants to record in the panel, so that even if he has a hundred tasks at hand, he will not forget a certain item—to a certain extent, It is the gospel of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Lu Zhengkang stared at the projection of the task panel in front of him and recorded his first task.

"Escape from birth: I was just born, and now I am taken away by a wolf. I will be eaten soon. I have to survive. Task 1: Escape the wolf kiss."

After doing this, Lu Zhengkang already felt a little sleepy, and a hoarse roar came from a distance, that was his mother.

My mother, come and save me!

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