All Heavens Strategy Game

Chapter 43. The sky is the blanket, the earth is the bed, and the wolf king is the pillow!

The wind and snow howled, and the rock walls stood as hard as iron.

Su Ming stood with his back against the cold mountain rocks, sword in hand, blood trickling from his temples and his hair disheveled, looking like a wild man from the mountains.

But his hand holding the knife remained as steady as a rock.

Opposite them were the three remaining wolves, with the silver-white wolf king in the center and two gray wolves on the left and right, their bared fangs gleaming coldly in the sunlight through the snow.

The air was still, and murderous intent was boiling.

Animals are animals after all. No matter how cunning or spiritual, they ultimately rely on their claws and teeth, and their flesh and blood.

Humans stand between heaven and earth, relying on an indomitable spirit, a sharp weapon honed over thousands of years, and the wisdom of the most intelligent of all beings!

The last trace of hesitation in Su Ming's eyes was completely burned away by the scalding blood.

retreat?

There's nowhere to retreat!

afraid?

Take life and death lightly!

"bring it on!"

With a loud shout, he was the first to break the dead silence of the standoff!

With a speed like an arrow released from a bow, he launched a counterattack instead of defending, charging straight at the silver-white wolf king in the center!

With a brand-new broadsword in hand, he cut through the wind and snow, and with an indomitable spirit, he went towards the wolf king and cleaved down!

This strike was swift, ruthless, and precise, as if it contained all his strength and anger, determined to cut the wolf king in two!

The wolf king's silver eyes narrowed, and its massive body displayed astonishing agility as it leaped to the side and rear, narrowly avoiding the devastating blow.

The blade grazed the silvery mane on its neck, then sliced ​​into the snow, kicking up a cloud of snowflakes.

However, just as the wolf king was dodging and unsteady on its feet, the gray wolf on the left, thinking Su Ming was attacking the king with all his might and that its flank was wide open, instinctively bared its teeth and prepared to pounce—

With a strange flick of his wrist, Su Ming's downward slashing broadsword drew an unnatural arc in mid-air, changing from a vertical slash to a horizontal sweep!

Using the momentum from the downward chop and the strength of his waist, the blade twisted and moved at a faster speed and a more cunning angle, like a viper flicking its tongue, slashing at the unsuspecting neck of the gray wolf on the left!

Five Elements Sword Technique - Metal Element Variation - Gentle Breeze Swaying Willow!

Although the name is indeed embarrassing, and I don't know which master of Xingyi School came up with it, I have to say that this move is indeed ingenious.

"Pfft—!"

The dull thud of a sharp blade slicing through flesh was clearly audible.

The gray wolf didn't even understand what was happening. It only felt a chill on its neck, then its vision spun, and warm liquid gushed out from its severed throat.

It let out a whimper, its limbs went limp, and its massive wolf body crashed heavily onto the snow. It twitched twice and then fell silent.

Sold out instantly!

"Awoo!"

The gray wolf on the right was driven to a bloodshot rage by the sight of its companion's instant death. Its vengeful instincts overwhelmed its fear. Just as Su Ming was using his old moves and had not yet generated any new power, it seized the opportunity under Su Ming's right ribs, which was slightly exposed as he swung his knife. With a powerful kick of its hind legs, it moved like a gray lightning bolt, opening its blood-red maw and biting straight at Su Ming's right arm holding the knife!

If that bite lands firmly, the arm bone will break instantly!

In the blink of an eye, Su Ming had no time to parry or dodge!

A close call!

Instead of retreating, Su Ming advanced, raising his left hand sharply to meet the wolf's jaws that were about to bite!

Judging from his posture, he was actually going to use his arm to fill those fangs!

"Snap!"

A teeth-grinding chewing sound rang out!

A cruel smug glint flashed in the gray wolf's eyes, and its fangs snapped shut!

However, the expected sensation of bones shattering and flesh flying everywhere did not come. Instead, it felt like biting into an incredibly tough piece of old cowhide mixed with hardwood. Although it was deeply embedded, it was difficult to advance even an inch!

It's a wristband!

Beneath the cuffs of his cotton-padded jacket, Su Ming had several simple wrist guards tied around his left arm, which he had specially made by cutting hardwood and tightly binding them with leather rope!

Specifically designed to protect against wild animal attacks, it proved effective!

A sharp pain shot through his arm, and the wooden piece groaned under the immense force of the wolf's teeth, but his arm was ultimately saved!

"I'm injured, you've lost your life!"

Su Ming groaned, the intense pain only fueling the ferocity within him.

Just as the gray wolf missed its attack, paused slightly, and was about to loosen its grip to bite again, his right hand had already loosened its grip on the hilt of the broadsword, and he swiftly drew the sharp dagger that had been with him for a long time from the leather sheath at his waist!

A flash of cold light!

"puff!"

The dagger, without any fancy moves, was plunged from bottom to top into the soft spot where the gray wolf's jaw, slightly raised from biting, connected to its neck!

It went straight down to the handle!

"Heh ————·————"

The gray wolf's howl was cut off in its throat, turning into a whimpering sound. The intense pain made it release its grip instantly, its eyes filled with disbelief, terror, and bewilderment.

Su Ming kicked its soft belly, using the force to pull out his dagger, which sprayed out a spray of hot wolf blood. At the same time, his right hand caught the broadsword that was about to fall to the ground. He took three steps back, held the sword horizontally again, panting, and faced the last remaining silver-white wolf king.

From the sudden attack to the feint that killed a wolf, and then using his arm as bait to kill the enemy with a dagger, the whole process took only three to five breaths.

Fast, dangerous, ruthless, and vicious! Su Ming displayed a combat instinct that was forced out of him by desperate circumstances, surpassing his usual training.

He glanced down at his left arm. The sleeve of his cotton-padded jacket was torn open, revealing a wooden wrist guard underneath. Several deep dents from wolf teeth were clearly visible on it, and some splinters had even pierced his flesh, causing blood to seep out. However, the bones in his arm were intact, and he could move it freely.

"Thank goodness we were prepared."

Su Ming felt a little relieved; this flash of inspiration before his departure had saved his arm.

Only the wolf king is left!

"roar-!!!"

Witnessing his two last subordinates die so swiftly and tragically, the Silver Wolf King was utterly enraged!

That was not just anger, but an extreme madness and humiliation of the complete trampling of royal power and the slaughter of the entire race!

Its silvery-white eyes instantly became bloodshot, all traces of its previous calmness and cunning gone, leaving only the most primal and violent killing intent!

It stopped wandering and waiting. The old wound on its hind leg seemed to be suppressed by this rage. Its huge body pounced on Su Ming with an indomitable and suicidal momentum!

The speed is three points faster than before!

The wind and snow were torn apart by its violent force, and the silvery-white figure drew a deadly trajectory in the dim light!

"Well done!"

Su Ming's pupils contracted, and his mind was tense to the extreme.

Just as the wolf king pounced within a few feet of him, its fangs and claws about to strike, he kicked up a large clump of snow with his right foot!

"call!"

The snow, mixed with ice shards, was like a white curtain that swept over the wolf king!

Caught off guard, the wolf king closed its eyelids, but snowflakes and ice particles still hit its sensitive mouth, nose and eyes, severely interfering with its vision and sense of smell, causing its attack to falter slightly.

It was that barely perceptible pause!

Su Ming seized the opportunity. Instead of retreating, he lowered his waist and slid cleanly and neatly under the wolf king's attack route, narrowly escaping the slippery snow.

In the instant their bodies crossed, he swung his broadsword upwards with a backhand motion!

"Sizzle!"

The blade sliced ​​precisely across the wolf king's already wounded left hind leg at the base!

On top of old wounds, new ones have been added!

A deeper and longer gash suddenly opened up, and blood gushed out as if it were free!

"Awooo—!!!"

The wolf king let out a heart-wrenching howl. When it landed on its back, its left hind leg buckled and it staggered, becoming noticeably limping.

Blood dripped down his leg hair, leaving shocking bloody footprints on the snow.

opportunity!

Su Ming's killing intent surged, and he was determined not to let his advantage slip away!

He rolled to his feet and, without hesitation, swung his knife and chased after the wolf king, whose movements were slowed by the pain and loss of balance!

Mr. Zhou Shuren was right: "Strike while the iron is hot and take your life!"

However, just as he lunged forward and the blade was about to strike again, a glint of extremely human cunning and madness flashed in the eyes of the wolf king, who seemed to be struggling to move due to the excruciating pain and whose eyes were filled with panic!

Suddenly, its intact right front paw pawed and tossed into the snow in front of it!

"Whoosh—!"

The snow waves, even larger and denser than the ones Su Ming had just raised, mixed with frozen soil and ice, crashed down on Su Ming, who was charging towards him, like a white, raging torrent!

With the way of the people, also treat the body of the people!

Su Ming never expected that this beast would learn so quickly!

My vision was instantly obscured by the swirling snow, the icy snowflakes stung my face, and it was difficult to open my eyes.

"Not good!" Alarm bells rang in his mind. He instinctively brandished his broadsword in front of him, creating a flash of light to protect his vital points. He retreated rapidly while desperately wiping the snow off his face.

When he finally managed to open his eyes, which were blurred by snow water, and saw what was in front of him, his expression changed drastically!

The silver-white wolf king didn't take the opportunity to attack him at all!

Taking advantage of this precious moment of respite, it dragged its blood-soaked hind leg and charged at an astonishing speed, without looking back, toward the log fence that had already been smashed open a few dozen steps away!

It's trying to escape!

"Bang!"

The wolf king used all its strength to slam its head hard into the weakest part of the fence!

"Snap! Crash—!"

How could a fence that was already shaky and had been breached withstand this premeditated, desperate crash?

The binding ropes snapped, the logs tilted, and a gap large enough for the wolf king's massive body to pass through was completely smashed open!

Without the slightest hesitation, the silver-white figure squeezed through the gap, dragging a bloody hind leg, and disappeared into the snowy mountains and forests outside the valley at a considerable speed!

"Damn it!"

Su Ming cursed angrily and, without thinking, drew his knife and gave chase!

How can we let a cooked duck fly away?

Not to mention this cunning and ferocious wolf king!

The roles were instantly switched!

The hunter became the pursuer, and the one on the run was the former king of the jungle!

The wind and snow intensified, and the sky darkened at a visible speed.

Su Ming rushed out of "Wolf Burial Valley" and, following the intermittent but still glaring bloodstains and the wolf king's staggering footprints on the snow, plunged into the vast forest.

Chase!

By this time, it was completely dark.

The forest was dimly lit, and the wind and snow were swirling, making visibility extremely low.

Only the winding trail of blood and the messy footprints on the ground, in the dim light of the snow, guided the way.

Su Ming unleashed his inner strength to its fullest extent, channeling it into his legs, and sprinted wildly through the knee-deep snow.

The cold, the exhaustion, and the burning pain of the wound came in waves.

After nearly a day of fighting and battling the wolves, his physical strength was severely depleted, and the internal energy in his dantian was almost gone, like a pond about to dry up.

With each breath, my lungs felt like they were being scratched by ice shards.

But he can't stop!

He knew that the wolf king was in much worse shape than he was!

With old wounds not yet healed and new wounds so deep that bone is visible, and having lost so much blood while fleeing for its life in the bitter cold, it definitely won't last much longer!

The time has come to test our endurance and willpower!

Let's see who falls first!

Strong winds.

Heavy snow.

Wolf King.

juvenile.

In this desolate, uninhabited mountain forest, a young boy chases wolves on a snowy night.

Two li — Three li —

The wind and snow grew stronger, with fierce winds whipping up snowflakes as big as goose feathers, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

The bloodstains on the ground were gradually covered by the new snow, and the footprints became shallower and shallower, making tracking extremely difficult.

Driven by an unwavering determination to capture the wolf king, and by his assessment of the terrain and the possible routes the wolf king might take after being injured, Su Mingquan relentlessly pursued it.

Finally, after chasing for about four or five miles, when they arrived at a rocky slope sheltered from the wind, the staggering silver-white figure and the intermittent bloodstains in front of them came to an abrupt end.

Su Ming stopped, leaned against a cold boulder, and gasped for breath, his white breath instantly dispersed by the wind.

He narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze sweeping across the area ahead.

Behind a giant rock the size of a house, a faint silvery reflection could be seen, along with extremely faint, painful gasps.

The wolf king is hiding behind that big rock!

It stopped running, and couldn't run anymore.

Su Ming was too exhausted to continue the pursuit; he had almost reached his limit.

Soaked to the bone, chilled to the bone, every part of his body ached, his internal energy was nearly depleted, and even the hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.

He moved to a smaller rock, curled up to minimize heat loss, and stared intently at the boulder where the wolf king was hiding.

Confrontation.

A silent, cold standoff, a confrontation that has exhausted the last vestiges of life.

Time slipped away little by little amidst the howling wind and snow.

Every minute, every second felt like being tortured on a knife's edge.

Su Ming felt his body temperature gradually decreasing, and his consciousness began to blur. Only the feeling of gripping the knife hilt and his unwavering gaze fixed on the giant rock remained.

You're so badly injured, and you still want to outlast me? Let's see who can keep up the pace!

At this point, whoever rushes in first will be in big trouble; it's all about endurance!

He knew that the wolf king's condition would only get worse.

Blood loss, extreme cold, severe injury.

The Wolf King was gambling, betting that Su Ming would either be unable to hold on and retreat, or freeze to death.

Su Ming was also gambling, betting that the Wolf King would either succumb to its injuries and die first, or — fight to the death.

In the end, it was indeed the wolf king who couldn't hold back any longer!

It can't wait any longer.

The loss of blood takes away its warmth and strength, and the severe cold corrodes its badly injured body.

It felt its life slipping away bit by bit with each drop of blood, and its remaining strength was only enough to sustain one last charge, or—one last escape.

But even a king has his pride.

He was chased here by a human boy, his tribe was wiped out, he was seriously injured, and he was as miserable as a stray dog.

It didn't want to use its last breath to continue fleeing like a wild dog.

If I'm going to die, I'll drag this wretched two-legged beast down to hell with me!

"roar--!"

A suppressed roar, yet filled with determination and madness, came from behind the boulder!

Immediately afterwards, Su Ming saw a large cloud of snow suddenly rise from behind the boulder. The snow, mixed with gravel and ice particles, was swept up by the gale and rolled downhill like a white snow dragon towards where he was!

The view was instantly obscured by the swirling snow, a vast expanse of white, and nothing could be seen at all!

At the same time, an extreme sense of danger, which made his hair stand on end and his soul tremble, pierced his heart like an ice pick!

The wolf king fought desperately!

Su Ming instantly understood.

Since we can't see it, we might as well not look at it at all, to avoid getting snowflakes in our eyes and hurting them.

Close your eyes!

Without hesitation, he abruptly closed his eyes, which were clouded by the wind and snow, held his breath, and poured all his remaining internal energy into his ears. He calmed his mind and focused all his senses on perceiving everything in the wind, snow, and mist!

The sound of wind, the sound of falling snow, the sound of rolling pebbles —

And then there was that shadow of death, hidden beneath the howling wind and snow, which was breaking through the snow curtain at an unbelievable speed, carrying endless killing intent and madness, and rushing toward him!

"They're here!"

Su Ming roared inwardly, neither dodging nor avoiding, and charged upwards against the wind and snow, where the killing intent was most intense!

The broadsword is in front, while the dagger is hidden behind.

Close your eyes and shut your ears, relying solely on the light of your heart for spiritual awareness!

Three zhang!

Two zhang!

One foot!

Their figures suddenly crossed paths amidst the swirling snow!

"clang!!!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing!

The wolf king, with a death wish, pounced with immense force, slamming heavily onto the broadsword that Su Ming was using to block!

The broadsword, which had already been dulled during the fight with the gray wolf and had been slashed many times, could not withstand the full force of the dying wolf king.

The blade groaned under the strain, flew out of his hand, and spun into a distant snowdrift, disappearing without a trace.

In that split second between the loss of weapon and the opening of the gate, Su Ming's left hand, which had been hidden at his waist, suddenly struck like a venomous snake that had been lying in wait!

With the dagger in hand, taking advantage of the moment when the two were locked in combat, the wolf king's head was thrust forward as it pounced, and its only remaining right eye was wide open in a ferocious manner in the wind and snow, the dagger was precisely, ruthlessly, and mercilessly plunged in!

"Pfft!"

The grating, muffled sound of a sharp weapon piercing the eyeball and penetrating deep into the skull.

"Awooo—!!"

A fierce howl, surpassing all the previous screams and containing the terror of physical pain and the coming of endless darkness, suddenly burst from the wolf king's throat, almost drowning out the howl of the wind and snow!

Its right eye instantly became a bloody hole, and scalding wolf blood mixed with fragments of the lens splattered onto half of Su Ming's face.

However, this beast's ferocity is truly astonishing!

Even with one eye blind and excruciating pain, its massive body, propelled by the momentum of its charge and the madness of its dying moments, still managed to pass by Su Ming with a thunderous crash. The gale-force winds generated by its wolf-like body slammed Su Ming away!

Su Ming staggered and fell into the snow, half of his body numb, but he had only one thought in his mind: he couldn't let it still have one eye!

Just as he stumbled and fell, falling about two or three steps away from the wolf king, Su Ming didn't even have time to regain his balance. In his half-kneeling position, his right hand flashed into his robes—not to grab a knife, but to pull out the pistol he always carried with him.

A simple slingshot that once shot down robbers and also tolled the death knell for the wolf king!

The rubber band was taut between the cold fingers, and a hard, cold pebble that had been prepared beforehand was firmly embedded in the leather pocket.

There was no aiming, or rather, no need to aim deliberately.

The life-or-death battles of the past few days, the observation of the wolf king's movements and habits, and the countless rehearsals of the deadly scene in "Wolf Burial Valley" had already etched the trajectory of this strike into his very bones.

Release the attack based on your senses, the sound of the wind, and the location of the enormous black shadow that was writhing wildly in pain and rage so close at hand!

"Whoosh—snap!"

The sound of the pebble cutting through the air was faint, but the crisp sound of it hitting flesh was so clear at such close range that it made one's heart tighten.

It struck the wolf king squarely in the direction of Su Ming, its only remaining left eye, which had instinctively turned towards Su Ming due to the stab wound to its right eye!

"Ugh—ooh—"

The wolf king's second mournful howl didn't even get fully uttered before it turned into a leaky, desperate sob.

The world was plunged into an endless, eternal darkness and bloodshed.

It's blind.

Completely blind.

"Roar!! Roar—!!!"

Having lost all sight, the excruciating pain, the darkness, and the extreme fear and rage of the annihilation of his tribe and his own impending death acted like the most potent poison, instantly shattering the last vestiges of reason and composure of this silver-white king.

It is no longer the cunning and calm wolf king, but has become a desperate beast with only the instinct to destroy!

It began to roll, pounce, and bite wildly and haphazardly in the snow!

Its sharp claws scrambled through the snow and frozen ground, sending them flying everywhere. Its fangs snapped open, biting at every imaginable enemy, only to bite into the cold air and snowflakes.

"Bang!" It crashed headfirst into a protruding rock beside it, its skull making a dull thud, and icicles fell from the rock.

"Crack!" It stumbled and crashed into a small tree about the size of a bowl. The trunk broke off with a crack, kicking up a cloud of snow dust.

It howled, it roared, it used its last strength to rampage through this small, desolate place, as if it wanted to drag the entire world into the abyss of destruction along with it.

Each roll brought up a cloud of bloody snow, and each impact caused its life force to drain away rapidly.

Su Ming had already scrambled to hide behind a huge rock in the distance, leaning against the cold rock, panting heavily, his lungs burning.

He covered his mouth tightly, suppressing a violent cough, and even his breathing became extremely shallow. He remained motionless, as if he had turned into a part of stone.

At this moment, any slightest sound could trigger the blind, mad wolf's final, and most unpredictable, desperate attack.

He could only wait.

Wait until this former king has shed its last drop of blood and exhausted its last bit of strength.

Time stretched on endlessly amidst the howling wind and snow and the wolf king's increasingly frantic struggles as it weakened.

The terrifying noise lasted for more than a quarter of an hour.

The sounds of impact, rolling, and wailing gradually became chaotic and weak, evolving from frenzied to disordered.

Finally, all the commotion stopped.

Only the wind and snow continued, howling as they swept across the mountains and forests.

Su Ming waited patiently for a long time until he was sure there was no more sound from the other side, not even the faintest breath. Only then did he grit his teeth, use his last bit of strength to support himself on the rocks, and slowly stand up.

My legs felt as weak as noodles, and my vision blurred.

He staggered to the approximate spot where the broadsword had been knocked away, and groped his way through the snow with difficulty.

Finally, my fingertips touched the cold, hard metal—the tip of the cleaver that had been dented and twisted.

He unfastened the last and only spare, dark, brand-new broadsword from his waist.

His fingers were so cold they were almost unresponsive, but he still trembled as he stubbornly unscrewed the broken blade and carefully put the brand-new blade, its edge gleaming coldly in the dim light of the snow, back in.

A brand new broadsword took shape in his hands.

He used his knife as a crutch, panting with each step, as he walked toward the center of the ravaged battlefield.

The silver-white wolf king lay quietly on its side in the snow, its massive body almost half-buried by the snow.

Beneath him lay a large, spreading pool of dark red blood that had begun to freeze.

On its head, the right eye was a bloody, mangled hole, and a small, blood-stained pebble was deeply embedded in the left eye, surrounded by a bluish-black swelling.

Its once majestic silvery-white fur was now filthy from blood, mud, and its own frantic struggles, with many patches of it peeling off, revealing the bluish-black flesh beneath.

It was still breathing very faintly and extremely weakly, its abdomen rising and falling almost imperceptibly, its breath barely a whisper.

But that once terrifying king-level ferocity had dissipated, leaving only a charred, almost cooled body.

Su Ming stood before it without any hesitation or declaration of victory.

He simply raised the brand-new broadsword with both hands, channeling all the strength he had recovered and squeezed out into his arms, aiming it at the wolf king's wounded neck.

Then, he cut it off.

"puff."

The sound of a knife blade slicing through flesh and severing a cervical vertebra was crisp and dull.

The wolf king's body twitched slightly before stiffening completely and remaining motionless.

That extremely faint breathing finally stopped completely.

The wind and snow swept past, brushing against its gradually cooling silver fur.

The wolf king is dead!

Su Ming loosened the hilt of the knife, letting the broadsword plunge back into the snow.

He felt dizzy and his strength and spirit were completely drained in that moment.

Everything went completely black before my eyes, and I could no longer hold on, my body slumping forward.

It landed right on the wolf king's thick, soft belly fur, which still retained a trace of warmth.

The cold snow, the lingering warmth of his body, the soft yet rough wolf fur—a jumble of sensations washed over him, but he was powerless to distinguish them.

Extreme exhaustion overwhelmed him instantly, like a black tide.

He simply rolled over and lay on his back on the wolf king's corpse, using the body of this overlord who had dominated Xiaochong Mountain as a pillow and his thick legs as a blanket to cover himself, feeling the thick wolf fur covering him and shielding him from the wind and snow!

The wolf king is dead, but its body still "glowing and radiating heat," becoming a shelter in the wind and snow. Its thick fur seems to be the warmest fur in the world, warm and comforting.

The lingering warmth of the wolf king's corpse became the only, and final, solace in this deathly wasteland.

For a long, long time.

As his consciousness gradually returned, Su Ming recovered from his extreme exhaustion and was no longer in a daze. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the leaden-gray night sky, where snow was falling heavily and there were no stars or moon.

He reached out and caught a few cold snowflakes, watching them slowly melt in his palm.

Then, he tugged at the corners of his mouth, and a smile that was both extremely tired and extremely relaxed slowly appeared.

"Ha—finally—"

He murmured softly, his voice so hoarse it was almost unlike his own.

Won.

He won.

Little Chongshan Silver Wolf King, slain!

"Such thick fur! If it weren't for this thick fur to keep me warm and protected from the wind, I wouldn't be able to stand up now that I've lost all my strength. I'd probably freeze to death here—"

Su Ming felt the fur under his head and sighed with emotion.

Now it was dark, the wind and snow were getting stronger, and the darkness was as thick as ink, making it impossible to tell which way was which.

Moreover, he was exhausted and could barely stand up, let alone trek back through knee-deep snow.

Tonight, I am destined to spend this long, cold winter night in this desolate wilderness, keeping company with this dead wolf king.

He lay on the wolf king's gradually cooling corpse, listening to the eternal howling of the wind and snow, feeling the faint internal energy in his dantian slowly regenerating and circulating like a stream, and slowly closed his eyes.

I'll take a nap first.

He circulated his internal energy to heal his injuries and restore his strength.

tomorrow----

The snowstorm will eventually stop.

The sky will always brighten.

Thus, on this snowy night in Xiaochongshan, Su Ming, with the sky as his blanket, the earth as his bed, the wolf king as his pillow, and the sounds of wind, frost, snow, and gravel as his music, and the rustling of leaves as his melody, drifted into a deep sleep.