The hunter put on a camouflage net, anointed himself with herbal ointment and leaf juice that would dispel the breath, and then took up his short bow and quiver and disappeared into the woods. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The wind blew through the forest in the early summer evening, and a tidal sound sounded to drown out his footsteps.

A hunt needs to last for several days, or even a week is normal, even if it is to track the prey, it will take at least half a day, even if the beasts have no wisdom, the instinct of millions of years can also make them have a strong anti-reconnaissance ability, not an experienced old hunter, ordinary people can not find their nests at all, detect their traces.

But as it happens, the old hunter is very experienced.

It didn't take him half a day to find a towering pile of excrement through the footprints in the dirt, and then found his predetermined target in the surroundings.

A large boar king with white mane.

Evening is the time for wild boars, and next to a pine tree that seems to have collapsed due to a winter snowstorm and is now more than half decayed, this huge, thick carapace and muscular layer of wild boar is using its fangs to arch the dirt, rummaging through it for fungi and bugs for its own food.

It seems that because of the fact that a large number of pine cones can be eaten in winter, this big wild boar king has not lost much fat, and is still as strong as in autumn, and the hunter wearing a greenish-brown camouflage net is half-nestled next to a tree behind the wild boar, observing the movement of his prey with the corner of his eye, and the short bow in his hand has already been mounted with a sharp arrow, which can be shot at any time.

He was very quiet, a skilled hunter was always quiet and patient, he knew that now was not the time to strike, the carapace of the Great Boar King was extremely thick, even a real silver archer head-on attack might not be able to penetrate its cortical defenses, let alone a black iron hunter like him.

So you need to wait for the timing.

Like a real shrub, the hunter lurked in the shadow of the trees, quietly watching the great boar king happily feed.

I don't know how long it took, but it was getting darker, and at last he heard a short cry - and the hunter couldn't help but feel refreshed, for he knew that the time had come.

A giant boar half a man tall, three or four meters long, like a chariot, staggered around after a temporary fullness, and then prepared to return to its old lair, its strong body can dissolve most of the toxins, but it still takes a while to digest the fungi that are enough to be used as raw materials for potions, at this time most of the blood in its body is digesting food in the stomach, and its movement naturally becomes sluggish.

And it was at this moment that the hunter drew his short bow - his eyes gleamed in the darkness, and his night vision, honed for many years, allowed him to clearly perceive every change in his prey in the darkness.

And in his hands, the bowstrings and arrows that have been simply enchanted have a lethality that does not match their appearance, as long as they can shoot the vital parts such as the eyes, even a monster with strong vitality like the Great Boar King will be killed on the spot because of the destruction of the brain.

Fighting with large creatures is extremely dangerous, especially monsters like the Great Boar King, its fangs are enough to pierce the scales of ordinary dragon species, and the full force can directly destroy small houses, not to mention human bones, even steel can't stop it, so it's best to end the battle with one blow, the swift actions of the furious beast will make the weapons in the hunter's hands useless.

But just as the bowstring was full, and the arrows were about to be fired, a low, penetrating roar appeared in the sky above the trees.

"Roar--"

The sudden gale bent the branches of the surrounding trees, and a huge red figure swept over the trees, bringing up countless fallen leaves, and just when neither the big boar king nor the hunter reacted, the red figure broke through the atmosphere, penetrated the woods, and slammed into the big wild boar that was alertly observing the surroundings.

Rumble!!

A powerful shock wave swept in all directions, and the dirt was lifted and scattered with the fallen leaves, and in the midst of the countless fallen leaves, the hunter saw a scene that stunned him.

His intended prey was now being pounced on by a red wyvern with huge wings, its sharp claws already digging deep into the boar's thick carapace, infusing it with toxin.

"Male Fire Dragon?!"

When the hunter saw this scene, he immediately gasped, the bow in his hand was almost unstable, and the whole person simply retracted behind the tree, not daring to move at all.

- Aren't there only one or two of them in the Black Forest near the Great Ajax Volcano? Their habitat and activity area are near the volcano, and even the few next to the forest are all losers in the competition, and look at this fire dragon......

Poking out his head a little, observing with the corner of his eye, the hunter saw that the Great Boar King was still struggling even if he was in a desperate situation, its fangs were waving wildly, and the momentum was so great that even the male fire dragon did not dare to take it easily, it was enough to make any beast break its tendons and fracture its huge strength.

But the male fire dragon's claws are highly poisonous, and it can also paralyze the nerves, even if the wild boar has a certain ability to resist poison, it can't resist this toxin, and it didn't take long for it to gradually stop struggling and stop moving.

"Roar!!"

With a satisfied roar, the male fire dragon aimed at the back of the big boar king and bit hard, under the sharp teeth of the fire dragon, the thick body immediately had a few more big holes, and the blood flowed, but the big boar king did not have any resistance, and it seemed that he had indeed passed out.

After making sure that his prey had completely lost its ability to resist, the male dragon grabbed the Great Boar King with its well-developed claws, and then flapped its wings and flew directly into the sky.

The powerful wings swung and the wind that hung out could even bend the trees, and within seconds, the dragon disappeared from the hunter's view.

And it was only at this time that the hunter slowly breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

――This neat action, as well as strong physical strength, does not look like a loser who has failed in a competition!

He thought silently in his head, and his heart was full of doubts.

Why do dragons appear?

In the ice fields further north of the Northland, there are indeed ice tooth dragons, and even white dragons, but this is just an ordinary forest next to the most common poor villages around the mountains, and the most powerful monster is nothing more than a big boar king, how can the male fire dragon appear here? Their diet should be mammoths and other weak dragon species.

Thinking to no avail, the prey was also snatched by the fire dragon, and the hunter had no reason to stay in the woods, so he got up and sorted out the equipment on his body, and prepared to go back to the village to inform the guards of this abnormal situation.

As the sky darkened today, and it turned into the middle of the night, the stars in the night sky had already appeared one by one, and the double moon had already appeared on the edge of the sky, and it was precisely because the sky had darkened that the hunter could vaguely see in front of him, and a slight fire appeared.

Did the male fire dragon breathe fire before? Isn't it time to start a forest fire...... Right? Wait a minute!

The thought flashed through his mind, and after a few seconds, the hunter thought of a possibility that gave him a creep.

Just now...... From which direction did the dragon fly over?!

He jerked his head up in the direction of the firelight, the direction of the village where he lived.

- That is, the direction in which the dragon flies!

A chill suddenly rose from the tail vertebrae and went straight into his brain, paralyzing all his thinking abilities, and the terrifying possibility made the calm old hunter's hands tremble, and he could barely hold the weapon in his hand.

The fire in the distance was even bigger, not so much a light as something was burning.

"Don't be afraid...... My house is by the river, still in the direction of the wind, and no matter how big the fire is, it can't burn. ”

"They're all right, they're all right!"

Repeating in his heart, comforting himself, the hunter did not have any time to stop, and he immediately drew his legs and galloped in the direction of his home.

He didn't care about hiding his body and concealing his breath, and the old hunter used his rich experience to trample on stones and solid earth, avoid moss and soft mud, and quickly passed through the forest.

Eventually, he reached the entrance to the forest, where he saw a scene that made him desperate.

Dragons, and fire. (To be continued.) )