The Mystic Trails of Victor Lin Chapter 5

Gabriel Kun was holding the bowl and saw that the person opposite him not only did not take the bowl, but instead looked up at him in surprise.

Victor Lin is a bit short-sighted. He used to wear glasses. Through the lenses, he gave people the impression that his eyes were very sharp.

It's just that the pair of gold-rimmed glasses had already been lost somewhere when they rolled down the cliff. Without the lenses, he habitually squinted his eyes to look at people, but now due to excessive surprise, the glare behind the lenses was revealed at this moment. Some round phoenix eyes.

Gabriel Kun felt like the fire fox in the forest next door that ran away every time he saw him.

"You, you guys..."

Victor Lin wanted to ask, how civilized is your place? Can you speak Mandarin? Can you send me out of this mountain?

But before he could say anything, Gabriel Kun put the bowl directly into his hand and said something.

The voice was deep, with complex and simple tones, as if it resonated in Victor Lin's chest, making people feel numb.

But Victor Lin didn't understand.

After careful analysis, it is a bit like the Altaic language, but different. The flat warping and elastic pronunciation are more complicated.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man waved to the depths of the woods behind the wolf den. Victor Lin turned sideways with the bowl in hand and saw several men walking cautiously from the sparse side of the woods.

They are all very tall and have darker skin tones. Some are very good-looking and wear pearl earrings and other decorations, while others are more rugged, but they all have short hair.

They treated the wolves with great respect. Although the wolves allowed them to enter the den, it could be seen that several wolves kept looking at them, which showed that these people did not usually live here.

Gabriel Kun said something to those people again in that strange language, and then looked back at Victor Lin.

Victor Lin was a little excited, for nothing else. Those people were actually wearing long sleeves and trousers, and there were some simple embroideries and buttons on the clothes. At first glance, there were traces of modern civilization. They didn't look like savages, but more like a minority. nationality.

Victor Lin looked at the man in front of him again. His long, thick black hair was tied loosely on his back, and his solid arms were bare. It was only when Victor Lin got closer that he could see clearly, the man's arms and chest. They all have dark patterns, which don't look like tattoos, but seem to grow under the skin.

When the sun shines, it shines with a low-key golden color, which is indescribably solemn and wild.

He simply wore a pair of coarse trousers, and his belt was made of fur. He was not as exquisitely dressed as those people.

Victor Lin observed the relationship between these people and finally came to the conclusion that although the person in front of him was not so well-dressed, he should be the head of those people and had a somewhat high status.

Because some of them were already a little too respectful towards the man. They bowed to the man for a while before walking this way. One of them was holding something like bamboo in his hand.

The group of people fiddled with the bamboo poles as they walked. When Victor Lin saw it, it was already a very strong stretcher.

"Everyone, does anyone speak Chinese?"

Victor Lin looked at the stretcher, then raised his head and asked sincerely, but those people didn't react much and talked to Victor Lin in a gibbering manner.

It's also a strange language, but these people don't speak like that man, making people feel like their whole body is vibrating slightly.

Victor Lin refused to give up and asked a few more questions in other languages, but seeing that these people were becoming more and more confused as they listened, he simply gave up.

However, through movement communication, Victor Lin understood the meaning of one of the men with pearl earrings.

They told him to eat quickly and then they wanted to carry him down the mountain.

Victor Lin didn't know where he was going down the mountain, nor did he know that these people had actually arrived last night with a stretcher, but then left again.

They are all members of the Dongshan Mountains. Their ancestors were Kled people who lived on the grasslands and believed in the wolf god. But with the changes of the times, the wolf god is no longer just a distant myth passed down by the ancestors. Their clan is also led by their ancestors, and with the permission of the wolf god clan, they enter the Dongshan Mountain and multiply for generations.

The wolf god clan is an ancient and mysterious race. Legend has it that they are the descendants of the wolf god. They are a group that has been regarded as gods and worshiped for thousands of years.

Although as time passed, the two clans gradually merged together and became a village, the blood of the Wolf God clan would still awaken in their bodies, guarding Dongshan, their common home with thousands of beasts.

The leader of this generation of Wolf God Clan who has awakened his bloodline is Ashina Gabriel Kun.

He was born different from others, and following the nature of the wolf god clan, he preferred to live in isolation and live with the wolves, only going down the mountain from time to time on hunting or sacrificial days.

He looks more like a powerful and silent wolf than a human.

Yesterday, the clan leader suddenly came down the mountain and asked them to prepare a bamboo frame and go to the wolf den to carry someone down.

Everyone looked at their clan leader's slightly messy hair and the tooth marks on his shoulders, and were extremely surprised for a moment.

There are not many people in Dongshan. They are the only group that lives together by the river. The rest are the beasts in the mountain. Now that everyone in the village is here, where did the clan leader ask them to carry them back? What about the people?

They were so confused and asked this question.

But the taciturn patriarch raised his head to look at the mountain edge in the distance and said only two words.

"Picked it up."

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Because they were going to pick up people from the wolf lair, they chose a few tribesmen who were more popular with the wolves on weekdays. This often meant that they had more blood of the wolf god clan in their bodies.

A few people arrived at the wolf den at night and greeted the wolf guards. But as soon as they reached the foot of the mountain ridge and looked up in the moonlight, they were stunned.

I saw that on the high mountain ridge bathed in the moonlight, the clan leader was sitting cross-legged on the mountain wall of the wolf lair, holding a person in his arms. He leaned over and fed the person herbs and water, then lowered his head and looked long time.

In the end, the man seemed to stretch out his arms and hug the clan leader. The clan leader did not move. The two of them just sat quietly under the moonlight, with the calm and loyal wolves behind them.

The few of them looked at each other, bowed to the ridge and bowed, then quietly retreated and went back.

The leader picked up a man and, together with the wolves, stayed by his side in the middle of the night.