Red Goat

Cyril has devoted all of her love to her. She wants to make him a brave and responsible new ram. Whenever the sheep are walking through the marshes, Silhouette always puts him in the front. When a storm comes, the other sheep hide under the cliffs, but she walks amidst the thunder and lightning. Sometimes, when she came across small predatory beasts like foxes and badgers, she started to take the initiative. Soon, a pair of sharp horns grew on the top of its head. Once the flock passed by a rocky hill and found a hideous wolf fallen behind a strange rock.

behind a strange rock. Although it was a dead wolf, the flock cried out in terror. The sheep, led by Hiloure, dared to pierce the dead wolf's belly with their horns. From a cowardly lamb, she became a brave ram. She was proud of him. She thought that when she married and had children in the future, she would be able to protect her wife and children, and she would not be like Gulair, who just ran for his life. He is getting stronger and stronger, his fur is red and shiny, and his horns are powerful and majestic. He is respected by the flock, and his status is almost the same as that of Gulair, the head sheep. However, even the bravest sheep is no match for the wolf. A disaster was about to happen.

On that day, the land was covered with thick snow, and Cyril and Jia were walking side by side in front of the sheep. Suddenly, two wolves came out of the snow, and Cyril, who had lived in a wolf's den, alerted the flock behind her. The flock fled backward desperately. A female wolf of earthy color pounced on Cyril with her teeth and claws, and another male wolf with black and shiny fur rushed behind her and Jia, cutting off their retreat. The whole Red Cliff flock took the opportunity to flee into the vast grassland. Only Xilu'er and Jia were still struggling with the wolf. Seeing that the yellow she-wolf was about to pounce in front of them, Xilu'er suddenly rammed her head into the yellow she-wolf. The yellow she-wolf was caught by surprise. She couldn't imagine that a red-cliff sheep dared to fight with her, for sheep always tremble in fear when they see wolves. Just when the she-wolf was surprised, Xilu'er leaped forward, jumped over the she-camel and the black male wolf, and fled desperately deeper into the canyon. She was closely followed by the wolf. Cyril panicked and went headlong into the valley of the heron. The valley was so thin and narrow that the entrance could accommodate two sheep walking side by side, but at the exit, only one sheep could pass. Out of the Heron, Valley was the God's Sheep Peak, and when she reached the God's Sheep Peak, she would be free from the claws of the wolves. When Xilu'er was about to run to the exit, she got nervous. The wolf would eat them both without mercy if the sheep and the wolf pushed each other. The wolf was behind Xilu'er, who would rather die than live! Xilu was worried that she would let her go through the exit first and stab her horns at the wolf, which would kill her! Just as Xilu'er was thinking nervously, suddenly, its body was violently squeezed and bumped. It stumbled and fell on the rock wall, and its ribs were almost broken. It thought that the wolves had caught up with it, but when it looked at them, two wolves were still in hot pursuit. The wolf had knocked it down! It had knocked it down to get out of the exit first! The strong body of the wolf got out of the pass and ran into the peak of the sheep without looking back. Xilu'er was attacked by two wolves from the front and back, and she was in a desperate situation and was sure to die. The yellow she-wolf howled at her, but Xilu'er was not frightened, she had nothing to be afraid of anymore. The moment when the fallen wolf knocked it down, its heart was already dead, and it was calmly waiting for death. A sharp northwest wind blew by, and the black male wolf suddenly flapped his nose desperately and let out a strange low howl towards the female wolf. The yellow female wolf, who was ready to pounce on Xilu'er, looked at the black male wolf with confusion. The black male wolf slowly approached Xilu'er and suddenly let out a cry of "Ou ...... Baa ......". This non-wolf and non-sheep cry made Xilu'er's heart twitch a little. She also poked out her sheep's nose and sniffed carefully close to the black male wolf. Through the bloody wolf smell, it smelled a familiar smell of goat's milk. Ah! It was the black ball! It still had the wound on its shoulder from the fight with the jackal. Black Ball had not seen him for two years, and he had fully grown into a big and powerful male wolf. Black Ball squatted in front of it, the killing aura in its eyes receded, and it was as good as a lamb. "The yellow she-wolf suddenly barked fiercely, not understanding why her husband was so sticky with the sheep. It sent a warning to the black ball. The joy of meeting in the eyes of the black ball soon disappeared, and it took a step back and blocked the yellow she-wolf with its body. The yellow she-wolf was unwilling to let go of the delicious lamb, and she angrily pushed the black ball away and lunged at Xilu'er. Miller did not expect the black ball to save her. She knew the nature of wolves. Besides, these two hungry wolves must have waited for a long time in the snow, and now they had chased her here, would they let her go? The black ball still blocked the yellow female wolf. The yellow female wolf was so angry that she pounced in front of the black ball and bit it on the abdomen. She wanted to force the black ball to give way. The black ball was like a stone statue, neither fighting back nor hiding, and its abdomen was bleeding. The yellow she-wolf still cared for her husband, so she finally howled helplessly and turned around to dart out of the Heron Valley. The black ball faced toward Xilu'er and retreated step by step towards the valley, retreating far and wide before it turned around abruptly and chased after its wolf wife. Xilu'er was still standing frozen in front of the rock wall. She didn't know whether she should be glad that she had escaped from the wolf's mouth or sorrowful that she had been abandoned by her son. She never wanted to go back to the flock of sheep in the Red Cliffs of Kanas. She looked up at the snow-capped sacred sheep peak, on the top of which, according to the legend, there lived a great ram of unparalleled valor, which had both the heart of a gentle sheep and the courage of a fierce beast and could protect all the sheep. Cyril faced the miserable snow and dust and climbed hard to the top of the sacred sheep peak. She believed that she would find it.