Chapter 14: Ancestral Obsession
The female ogre carried a big stick, squinted her eyes, and walked unsteadily in front.
Alan followed his mother, stopping occasionally to sniff in the grass beside the road.
He did not forget the pack of gray wolves.
Wolves like to urinate to mark their territory in their activity areas.
Therefore, there will always be the smell of wolf urine in the grass or tree roots.
The other little ogres have not received any training in this area.
I can't smell the unique stench of wolf urine.
But Allen is different.
Long ago, in the memories of the ancestors of other ogres, they learned the technique of inferring prey and natural enemies through smell.
Alan smelled a familiar scent.
He quickly ran forward and pulled his mother.
The careless female ogre has not yet realized the danger.
"My dear, what's wrong?"
The mother ogre turned around and looked at her most favored son.
Alan pointed at the wet grass with disgust on his face.
"oh?!"
The female ogre knelt down and sniffed, and immediately a look of realization appeared on her face.
"Hey! The smell of dog urine! There's a dog nearby!"
"Great! We have dog meat to eat today!"
The other little ogres were also laughing foolishly and heartlessly.
Alan said nothing and picked up a handful of leaves as if nothing had happened.
Rub your hands together vigorously to crush the leaves.
This is a plant similar to eucalyptus.
The leaves are rich in pulp and have a pungent smell when crushed, like burning wormwood.
Alan smeared the juice all over his body.
The little ogres covered their noses and looked at him blankly.
I don't understand why he would smear the smelly tree sap on himself.
In fact, it's not just ogres who hate the smoky smell.
Wolves don't like it either.
If given a choice, the gray wolves would definitely not prioritize biting Alan, who smells so bad.
This is exactly the effect Allen wanted.
Not far ahead is a valley.
At the entrance of the valley, there are sparse and tall trees.
The branches are covered with small pale yellow flowers, attracting swarms of bees.
Alan looked up at the swarm of bees, and suddenly something occurred to him.
He walked up to the big tree and spat twice into his palm.
Rubbed his hands.
Hold onto the tree trunk.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Climbed up quickly.
The other little ogres all looked surprised.
The female ogre touched her bald head and also felt incredible.
She herself couldn't even climb a tree, so where did Ellen learn this trick?
Is this the legendary gift?
As a humanoid primate.
Ogres can theoretically climb trees.
However, most adult ogres are fat and bulky, making it difficult for them to master climbing techniques.
It is best to practice tree climbing during childhood, when the body is still underdeveloped and the body weight is relatively low.
However, my mother cannot climb trees, and most young ogres have no awareness of this kind of exercise.
Allen is an exception.
After all, beneath his ogre appearance, he hides the soul of a human.
There is a beehive hanging on the tree.
Swarms of bees are coming in and out, busy collecting honey.
Alan sat on a thick branch.
The hive is only an arm's length away.
Bees didn't like his smoky wormwood smell either.
It won't sting him actively.
Alan broke off a thick branch and played with it.
At the same time, staring at the hive with ill intent.
Suddenly, the howling of wolves was heard in the valley.
Seven gray wolves came running over one after another.
The female ogre raised her stick high and rushed forward, roaring.
Bang!
The blow hit the gray wolf head-on.
The brain exploded on the spot!
Two gray wolves surrounded the female ogre from behind and bit her calves.
Adult ogre, with thick skin and tough flesh.
The fangs of a hungry wolf can only break the skin.
The female ogre felt no pain at all and swung her club like a madman, beating the gray wolf closest to her.
If she were hunting alone, it wouldn't be too difficult to kill all the wolves.
However, this careless mother forgot that she had young children following her.
The four little ogres, who were just one month old, had not received any formal hunting training.
The skin and flesh are also relatively tender.
When faced with four gray wolves, he would just pounce on them and fight them instinctively.
In terms of physique and skills, it is at a disadvantage in a one-on-one fight with an adult gray wolf.
Soon, the two little ogres died tragically at the hands of the wolf.
Alan sat on a tree branch and shrugged regretfully.
This was how his ancestor died in his previous life when he was reincarnated.
So after suffering a loss, I learned a lesson.
The two gray wolves actually abandoned the corpse of the little ogre and bared their teeth and howled in protest at Alan in the tree.
Alan doesn't spoil them.
Suddenly swung out the branch!
With a snap, the beehive was knocked down.
The beehive hit the ground and broke apart.
The frightened swarm of bees immediately fled and pounced on the two gray wolves closest to them.
The howling of gray wolves and the buzzing of bees echoed in the valley.
Ten minutes later.
Alan climbed down from the tree and found the two gray wolves, whose heads were covered with bites and were dying.
He lifted the stone and threw it hard.
Soon, both hungry wolves fell in a pool of blood.
The battle on the other side of the valley has also ended.
The female ogre killed three gray wolves alone.
The other two gray wolves, seeing that the situation was not good, ran away.
On this side of the Ogre family.
Two cubs died and the other two were bitten by the gray wolves, but fortunately they were not fatal.
After the entire battle, only Allen was unharmed.
The mother came to him with the two bloody little ones.
At this moment, he was licking the honey leisurely.
Two dead little ogres, one male and one female.
Unfortunately, Allen's loyal sister was also among them.
But it doesn't matter.
The little ogre who had managed to survive, Alan's second sister and younger sister, had been licking his ass for a long time.
Allen will not lack a spouse in the future.
…
Allen carried the prey and followed his mother and sisters back to the nest.
At this time, his consciousness gradually became blurred.
Forced to be kicked out of meditation state.
Alan opened his eyes, thinking.
The principal said that this is normal.
The ancestor spirit that just merged died in the mouth of a hungry wolf in its real life.
When he was dying and unconscious, he watched his mother and brothers and sisters fighting a pack of wolves.
Before he died, his last strong obsession was his unwillingness to accept.
I'm unwilling to die like this.
I was unwilling to die without even killing a wolf.
If you give him a chance, start over.
He can definitely do better than this time.
The little ogre died young and had no chance to start over, but this obsession was imprinted in his soul and sealed in his bloodline galaxy.
Allen used the secret method of meditation to connect his spirit with the bloodline galaxy.
Through the blood bond, he unlocked the forgotten memories and absorbed the obsession of the little ogre.
Allen helped him fulfill his dying wish.
After this, the last obsession of the ancestor's life was also resolved, and there were no more memories for Alan to absorb.
Through role-playing, the unfulfilled wishes of ancestors are fulfilled.
This is the most ideal state that can be achieved through “Atavistic Meditation”.
Every time such an achievement is achieved, it brings huge benefits to the meditator!
Alan is now experiencing this benefit.
The progress of spiritual practice improved by one meditation session was actually ten times more than usual!
What surprised him even more was...
After the successful completion of this meditation, his ogre bloodline was finally fully awakened, and he was officially promoted to a warlock apprentice!
