The roars of monsters and monsters melt into the night breeze and go with the wind.

The whirring wind obscured the restless herd, the dark clouds obscured the moon that should have hung high in the night, and a thick white arc flashed through the clouds, followed by rumbling thunder.

The sudden heavy rain caused the aliens living in the Black Forest, who lived like wild beasts, to mutter in an excited tone words that outsiders would never understand.

The raindrops haven't fallen yet, but all this in front of you is a sign that a heavy rain is coming!

The night was dark and windy, and there was about to rain heavily, which was undoubtedly a good opportunity for them to act.

They were excitedly discussing their next move, the heavy rain had created a perfect opportunity for them, although the herd was uneasy now, but they didn't need the herd to listen to them, they just had to keep driving away the monsters.

Their warriors had already surrounded the herd, for it was not the time to act rashly and disturb the enemies who had taken over their valleys.

They were sure that the roar of the herd would never reach the valley, and that if they moved in the middle of the night, after the humans had fallen asleep, the humans would not be able to escape!

"The night is dark and the wind is high, ......"

The black dragon leaned against the trunk of a tree, and the magic tree behind him didn't dare to move, and the courage to use himself as bait to trap monsters in the past was all gone, and the leaves and branches swayed in the wind, and there was no indication that this was trembling.

The Demon Tree had never seen a dragon since it became self-conscious, and it didn't know that there was such a race as a dragon, but the innate fear echoed in the soul.

As long as he is a living being, it is difficult to maintain himself in front of the dragon, even if Cervantes does not release the dragon's power at all.

The faint aura of the dragon clan on his body had already made the demon tree behind him tremble like chaff, in fact, if it wasn't for the curious claw just now to cut the trunk of this tree, Cervantes really didn't know that this tree was a mixture of animals and plants disguised as a plant, and what was hidden under the bark was flesh and blood.

Sitting high and looking far away, sitting on the branch of the magic tree, with excellent dark vision, the black dragon has a full view of the scene below.

The jumble of voices could not affect his judgment, and the darkness had cloned him with a camouflage, and he sat quietly on the branches, nothing could detect his presence.

The Black Forest aliens with the idea of the Sad Wind Leader didn't know that the lord of that territory was sitting above their heads, although Cervantes couldn't understand what they were saying, but it wasn't a good thing to say, these damn guys set off a beast tide when he first came to this territory, although he made him stand in front of the Sad Wind Leader, but he didn't want war, if there was a war, then he wouldn't make any money.

But depending on the situation, the group of guys below wants to launch another beast tide, this is really a group of brainless guys, because of their strong reproductive ability, so they dare to try thousands of times in this kind of place?

The dark golden pupils shimmered among the lush foliage, and when this cold gaze fell on the aliens, they still didn't notice it, and Cervantes seemed to be completely integrated into the darkening night, inseparable from the darkness.

During the conversation, kobolds and wild goblins let out a strange "quack" laugh, the lizardman warriors sharpened their fangs, and the voodoo priests sat on the backs of several giant beasts, quietly watching the night that had fallen silent.

It was supposed to be a tree that wanted to be quiet and the wind didn't stop, but now the wind didn't stop and the tree didn't want to be quiet, but if it wasn't quiet, its leaves would fall off......

Cervantes had no idea what he had done, and he thought he was a dragon from the beginning, but even a dragon would not have the nerve to do anything to his belongings, it was a madman, not an evil dragon.

Thunder rolled in the cumulonimbus clouds, and countless arc snakes were born in these dark clouds, like the sound of thunder exploding in the ears to stop the clouds.

I don't know how many miles in a radius are shrouded in thick black clouds, the beasts are uneasy, in the past, they have already fallen asleep, no matter what kind of monsters, in the face of the pouring rain, they will look for a place to shelter from the rain, if they meet other monsters in a cave, they will also choose to turn a blind eye.

Boom –

It was as if the thunder god on the clouds angrily waved his long whip and whipped it on the ground, and a silver-white lightning flashed, blasting the ground into a large crater.

Naturally, the adventurers in the Valley of Gold had noticed the impending heavy rain, and in the Black Forest, it was not a surprise that they encountered any kind of extreme weather, and if last year they were still in a hurry because of this sudden heavy rain, then this year they were used to it, and they were prepared for everything before going to sleep.

Thunder rang out, and that was just the beginning, and then more lightning fell from the sky, as if to turn the area into a minefield.

The beasts roared in panic and tried to flee, but the alien hunters who surrounded the beasts were already ready, and they rode through the dark woods on one horse after another, driving the chaotic beasts back.

They are so skillful that you can tell it's not the first time you've done it!

The voodoo priests belonging to different tribes still did not move, they were waiting for their time, and Cervantes was also waiting for an opportunity.

Smack-

A small drop of water fell from the sky and hit the leaves, splashing the droplets.

Cervantes pursed his lips and smiled: "It's raining......"

The priests, who were thin or fat, or stiff or straight-waisted, stood up from the back of the beast, and the guards standing beside them raised their rough horns and blew them!

Woo –

Woo –

Woo –

The sound of horns sent a signal to the hunters that the time had come!

"Hah!"

The wild goblin hunter, who was straddling the back of the riding dog, grinned at the corners of his mouth, showed a mouthful of black and yellow teeth, picked up the slings hanging from his waist, and shouted excitedly: "Oh, oh!"

For a while, the hunters tacitly changed the direction of the drive, and the irrational and only panicked beasts fled to the south under the drive of the tribal hunters.

Countless black shadows moved nimbly through the trees, and even though there was darkness around them, they could still see the way ahead.

Rumble!

The rain poured down like thunder in their ears, and the hunters could no longer hear anything but the rumbling of the rain.

The Voodoo priest shook the skull cane in his hand and whispered a prayer to an unknown evil god or ancestral spirit, and the giant beast beneath him also took heavy steps, trampling a group of monsters tied to the road to death with each step.

The blood-red light lit up under the cover of darkness, and the heavy rain and night created the perfect time for the voodoo priests.

The herds of beasts were like an unstoppable torrent rushing to the south, and the valley of gold coins stood in their way of escape, and if there was no accident, those adventurers who did not have time to escape would have been trampled by the hooves of the herd, and in the end there would not be even a single body left.

However, the premise is that 'there are no surprises'......

The leaves gathered above his head by the demon tree shielded the black dragon from the wind and rain, and he took out another cigarette and took out a box of matches.

Click-

The black dragon put the cigarette in his mouth, took out a match, and swiped it on the edge of the matchbox, and the fire lit up.

The flickering flame lit the cigarette, and Cervantes took a deep breath, exhaled a smoke ring, and threw the match down—

Flames!

The sudden burst of fire engulfed everything, and under the control of the Flame King, the flames flew through the forest.

The heat spread from tree to tree, and the light of the fire lit up the night—like a great wave, the fire rose high and leaped high, over the trunks, over the treetops, and swallowed everything in front of it!

"Huh!"

Listening to the screams and roars of the rain, the black dragon grinned and patted the trunk of the demon tree.

"Run!"