Rescuing the Supporting Character

The Ermaro Mountains are located in the northernmost part of the country where the city of Hazy City is located, where the mountains are covered with snow all year round. Even at halfway up the mountain, the temperature is at most a few degrees.

Meryl carried a heavy baggage, tightened her collar, and struggled on the wet litter. Fortunately, it is only autumn. If it is going up the mountain in winter, I am afraid that her thin clothes can't resist the cold wind.

The light dimmed a little bit, and as the sun went down, the temperature in the mountains dropped sharply. The autumn wind that blows the face blows the pain on the face, and the chill on the body is getting more and more popular.

Meryl doesn't want to wear a little more clothes, but the fog city is not a long-term place.

She didn't have time to sympathize with her companions. The minions of Earl of Lannister caught a lot of wizards and the city was in chaos. Since Wen Ru was the last time he returned to the castle, there was no news coming out. It must have been fierce.

Meryl walked in a hurry, except to bring herself a set of changing clothes, all of which were necessary witches. She has nothing at all, only one thing is in her heart - she will be a good wizard in the future, this is her only reliance in this world. Even if both parents die, no one teaches her how to use her abilities, she can also learn by herself.

The werewolf tribe is located on the mountainside of the Ermaro Mountains. It is also a word of effort, but when Meryl really enters the depths of this endless mountain, I feel the small manpower.

She has been looking for two months in the mountains, and even the shadow of the werewolf has not seen one. If she could still use a little witchcraft, maybe she had been shredded by the beasts in the forest.

It lasted for two months, from the beginning of hope, to the later numbness, Meryl did not know how to stick to it. However, in spite of this, if she had nothing to gain before the winter falls, she would have to be forced to go downhill and wait until the spring and winter to thaw.

The mountains are really cold. Fortunately, the trees in the forest are still dense, barely able to cover a few points, and Meryl has put both sets of clothes on the body, so that it will not be stripped of the only warmth by the pervasive cold wind. meaning.

It’s getting dark, but it’s just a short time.

Meryl found a leeward place, put down the baggage on her back, used a stone to make a circle, and then licked some dead leaves to produce fire. There is a vague scream of a beast in the mountains. The sound is faint and long, and people are shocked.

Meryl sat on the knees in front of the fire and licked the dry food in her hand. The water in the kettle was drunk last night, and she could only endure thirst until she found the next stream.

Perhaps it was the night that she should be unlucky, and she even led to a hungry mountain leopard. Meryl's spells are unstable, and if the little beast is better, but encounters a beast...

When she exhausted the magic, and finally killed it, she turned to see a pair of golden erects in the forest, with a glimmer of light, peering at her in the dark.

Meryl's blood was cold, and she stood up and refused to let her see her weakness. Animals are like this. As long as the enemy has a weak point of exposure, they will rush to the other side and tear the other side.

This is the law of elimination in nature, the natural selection of the game, the winner is the defeat of the king.

At this time, Meryl was already at the end of the strong, only vainly exhausted the only remaining mana, and ignited a flame from the palm of his hand.

As time passed, the flame in her hand gradually weakened, and the beast hidden in the jungle showed no signs of retreating. Meryl was a little desperate, she didn't want to die here so badly, and died under the fangs of a beast.

For a long time, the master of the golden dragonfly moved, and it slowly pulled out of the darkness. Its body is so tall, Meryl involuntarily stepped back.

She has never seen such a big wolf, even if she stands upright in front of it, she can only reach the position of her chest.

The air is still filled with the pungent odor of the mountain leopard. Meryl seems to feel that its sight stayed on the corpse on the ground. She subconsciously held her breath and watched it step by step toward herself.

From time to time, he bowed his head to Meryl's fangs and looked fierce. It seemed to warn her not to act rashly.

Her whole body is stiff, even if she is full of blood and blue, it can't be the opponent of the other party, let alone now?

Not a weight level how to fight? ! Meryl bit his lower lip and not let himself scream.

The hot and humid breath slammed on her face, and the flame in Meryl's hand gradually went out. Until the end, she couldn't make a fatal blow—not letting it kill, but letting herself die.

She does not want to die.

Meryl's eyes were full of tears.

Just entering the world, the whole family was killed, and it was hard to find a comrade-in-arms. A person living in a dilapidated house, like an old witch, is studying medicinal witchcraft every day... Escape to this mountain, and the bitterness of eating is not to mention. However, all the suffering suffered was in vain. She did not even see what the werewolf tribe looked like, and she would die in this wild mountain.

She was not willing, a string of tears finally could not bear the weight slipped down. The huge brown wolf seemed to groan, bowing his head and sniffing her long hair.

Meryl cried so hard that the 12-year-old and the three-year-old Lori stood stiffly in the same place, crying with a nose and tears did not look good.

Many years later, whenever Meryl remembered the scene of the day, he repeatedly emphasized with Cecil. She only had a feeling at the time, definitely not because she was scared. Absolutely not!

But at that time, Meryl really didn't know that the giant wolf standing in front of her was the wolf king she had been looking for. She could only recognize Cecil before the transformation.

Of course, Cecil was not a wolf king at the time, and it was not even accepted by the werewolf tribe. Everyone in the tribe knows that Cecil is the illegitimate son of a grown-up city in the fog. He is neither a purebred human nor a purebred werewolf.

What's more, in that era, the illegitimate child was still unsuccessful, and even Cecil's dead mother was cast aside by the tribe. They believe that a woman who abandons the lineage of nature and commits herself to humanity is no longer worthy of being called a real werewolf.

Therefore, Cecil, who was excluded, would encounter Meryl in the forest far from the tribe.

Meryl was embarrassed to mention what happened next night.

When the brown giant wolf was like a kitten, biting her clothes, and taking her back to the cave, Meryl once believed that it was going to Treat yourself as a fresh reserve grain...

It turns out that Cecil is more kind than she imagined.

However, Meryl's cognitive mistakes can't completely blame her, because without an orthodox werewolf, they can maintain their wolf shape for more than a week.

In the week she was arrested, Cecil did not actually rehabilitate. Later, she realized that Cecil had suffered a lot in the early stages of the awakening of the bloodstream - a more painful transformation process than others, a wolf-shaped period longer than others...

These are because he is a mixed blood.

Many years later, Meryl asked Cecil, why did he not kill her at the time? Be aware that Cecil did not have better control over his hunting instinct at the time. They are not familiar with each other, and Meryl is hard to deceive himself into thinking that his personality is attractive, or something like beauty has touched him.

A little loli, in addition to selling and selling, there really is nothing to draw from...

"Because you are crying too poorly, I was bullied by Angus when I was a child, and then cried and ran to ask for help." He touched Meryl's head and said so, then Also added, "Of course, he cried so badly than you."

Meryl: "..."

All in all, she had lived for a whole week in the cave of a "single-family house" with a thick-haired future wolf king without knowing it.

Perhaps it is afraid that Meryl will run away. Maybe she is afraid that she can't protect herself. It is never allowed to act alone. When she goes out to hunt, she will pick her up. It was cold at night, and it would barely allow her to sleep on her thick hair.

Meryl often fell asleep and fell into his arms.

It is too cold, only the place is the warmest, she really is not going to take it cheap. Although Cecil woke up, his face was not very good-looking, but it only got up and pushed Meryl away, but he did not punish her.

So after a few days, Meryl, who had slackened off, ignited new hopes and prepared to save energy to wait for the escape.

It was at this time that Cecil changed back to the human body.

When Meryl woke up from her sleep and found herself holding a naked man, a naked man slept all night, she was not good...

If she couldn't recognize Cecil at this time, she really should die.

Meryl didn't dare to move when he was lying in his arms. Fortunately, Cecil's face is still good, with firm wheat-colored skin, smooth muscle lines, and deep eyebrows. With Eliot's elegant ceremonies, and Angus's beauty with darkness, it is completely different style. Even if he didn't open his eyes, his eyebrows were thick and handsome with a thick wildness.

Early in the morning, I saw that I was awkward with a strange naked man, and it was already embarrassing. What is even more embarrassing is that he also brought his own natural physiological reactions - no need to bow, Meryl also knows the top. What is the hard thing under her belly?

In fact, Meryl doesn't mind at all, with such a handsome guy coming to a wilderness in the wilderness. But the premise of all this is that we can first cultivate a good emotional foundation.

Obviously, Cecil, who didn't even talk to Meryl, had no such high morality with her.

Cecil, who had been replaced by his energy, slept heavily.

Meryl had to squint and hypnotize herself - it was a stubborn scorpion, it was a stubble, it was a stubble, it was a stick...

The author has something to say: The code is asleep and falls asleep... (_)~

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