The hunter put on a camouflage net, smeared himself with herbal ointment and leaf juice that could eliminate the breath, then picked up the short bow and quiver in his hand, and disappeared into the woods.
The wind blew through the forest in the early summer evening, and there was a sound like a sea wave, covering up the sound of his footsteps.
It is normal for a hunting to last for several days or even a week. Even tracking prey requires at least half a day. Even if beasts are not intelligent, their millions of years of instinct allow them to have strong counter-reconnaissance capabilities. Without the ability of an experienced hunter, ordinary people would simply not be able to find their lair or detect their traces.
But as it happens, this old hunter is indeed experienced.
It didn't take him a long time to find a towering pile of excrement through the footprints in the soil, and then found his predetermined target in the surrounding area.
A big boar king with white mane.
The evening is the time when wild boars are active. Next to a pine tree that seems to have collapsed due to the winter snowstorm and is now more than half rotten, this huge wild boar with a thick carapace and muscle layer is using its tusks to dig up the soil. They rummage through it looking for fungi and bugs to use as their own food.
It seems that because he can eat a lot of pine cones in winter, this big wild boar king has not lost much fat and is still as strong as in autumn. The hunter wearing a green and brown camouflage net is half leaning on the wild boar. Standing next to a tree, he observed the movements of his prey with the corner of his eye, and the short bow in his hand was already equipped with sharp arrows, and he could shoot at any time.
He is very quiet. A skilled hunter is always quiet and patient. He knows that now is not the time to take action. The carapace of the Big Boar King is extremely thick. Even if a real silver archer attacks from the front, it may not be able to penetrate its skin defense. , not to mention a wild black iron-level hunter like him.
So you need to wait for the opportunity.
The hunter was like a real shrub, lurking in the shadow of the trees, quietly watching the big wild boar king eating happily.
I don't know how long it took, the sky gradually darkened, and he finally heard a short cry. After hearing the hum, the hunter couldn't help but cheer up, because he knew that the time had come.
The huge wild boar, which is about one and a half people tall and three or four meters long, is like a chariot. After being temporarily full, it staggers around and prepares to return to its home lair. Its strong body can dissolve most powerful beasts. It contains some toxins, but it still takes some time 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 its stomach, and its movements naturally become sluggish.
At this moment, the hunter pulled up his short bow - his eyes flickered with light in the darkness, and the night vision ability he had honed for many years allowed him to clearly detect every change in his prey in the darkness.
And in his hands, the simply enchanted bowstrings and arrows have lethality that does not match their appearance. As long as they can hit vital parts like the eyes, even monsters with strong vitality like the Big Boar King will be killed on the spot because of their brains. Killed by destruction.
Fighting with large creatures is extremely dangerous, especially monsters like the Big Boar King. Its fangs are enough to pierce the scales of ordinary dragons. A full-force collision can directly destroy small houses, let alone human bones, even steel. It can't be blocked, so it's best to end the battle with one blow. The furious beast's swift movements will make the weapons in the hunter's hands useless.
However, just when the bowstring was fully drawn and the arrow was about to be shot, a low and penetrating roar appeared in the sky above the woods.
"Hoar boom——"
The sudden strong wind bent the branches of the surrounding trees, and a huge red figure passed over the woods, carrying countless fallen leaves. When neither the big wild boar king nor the hunter could react, the red figure broke through. It opened up and penetrated the woods, slamming into the big wild boar that was watching the surroundings vigilantly.
boom! !
Powerful shock waves surged around, the soil was lifted up, and the fallen leaves scattered all over the sky. And among the countless fallen leaves flying, the hunter saw a scene that stunned him.
His intended prey was being thrown to the ground by a red flying dragon with huge wings. Its sharp claws had penetrated into the wild boar's thick carapace and injected poison.
"Fire Dragon?!"
When the hunter saw this scene, he immediately took a breath of cold air and almost lost his grip on the bow in his hand. He simply shrank back behind the tree, not daring to move at all.
-Aren't there only one or two creatures like the male fire dragon in the black forest near the Great Ajax volcano? Their living and activity areas are all near volcanoes. Even the ones next to the forest are losers in the competition, and look at this fire dragon...
He poked his head out a little and observed with the corner of his eye. The hunter saw that the big wild boar king was still struggling even though it was in a desperate situation. Its fangs were waving wildly with such momentum that even the male fire dragon did not dare to catch it easily. That is a huge force that can break any beast's tendons and bones.
However, the claws of the male fire dragon are highly poisonous and can also paralyze the nerves. Even if the wild boar has a certain ability to resist poison, it cannot resist this toxin. After a while, it gradually stopped struggling and stopped moving.
"Roar!!"
With a roar of satisfaction, the male fire dragon aimed at the big wild boar king and bit hard on the back. Under the fire dragon's sharp teeth, several large holes immediately appeared in the thick body, and blood flowed profusely, but The Big Wild Boar King did not resist at all, and it seemed that he had indeed passed out.
After confirming that the prey had completely lost its ability to resist, the male fire dragon grabbed the big wild boar king with its well-developed claws, then flapped its wings and flew directly into the sky.
The powerful wings swing, and the strong wind can even bend the trees. Within a few seconds, the fire dragon disappears from the hunter's sight.
At this time, the hunter slowly breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his head.
—With his crisp actions and strong physical strength, he doesn’t look like a loser who failed in the competition!
He thought silently in his mind, and was extremely confused.
Why do dragons appear
In the ice fields further north, there are indeed ice-toothed dragons and even white dragons, but these are just ordinary woods next to the most common poor villages around the mountains, and the most powerful monster is just one. How come the big wild boar king and the male fire dragon appear here? Their food should be mammoths and other weak dragon species.
There was no result after thinking, and the prey was snatched away by the fire dragon. The hunter had no reason to stay in the woods, so he got up and sorted out his equipment, preparing to return to the village and notify the guards of the abnormal situation.
Nowadays, the sky is getting dark and turning into late night. The stars in the night sky have emerged one by one, and the twin moons have appeared on the horizon. It is precisely because the sky has dimmed that the hunter can vaguely see a faint light of fire in front of him.
Has the Charmander ever breathed fire before? Wouldn't it start a forest fire... right? etc!
This thought flashed through his mind slowly, and after a few seconds, the hunter thought of a possibility that made his hair stand on end.
Just now... From which direction did the dragon fly? !
He raised his head suddenly and looked in the direction of the fire, the direction of the village where he lived.
—That is, the direction from which the dragon flew!
A chill suddenly rose from his tailbone and went straight into his brain, paralyzing all his thinking abilities. The terrifying possibility made this calm old hunter's hands tremble and he almost couldn't hold the weapon in his hand.
The fire in the distance was even bigger. It was more like something burning than a light.
"I'm not afraid... My house is by the river, in the direction of the wind. No matter how big the fire is, it won't burn."
"They must be fine, they must be fine!"
He kept repeating it in his mind to comfort himself, but the hunter didn't have any time to rest. He immediately ran away in the direction of his home.
He didn't care about concealing his figure or concealing his aura. The old hunter used his rich experience to step on the stones and solid soil, avoiding moss and soft mud, and quickly passed through the forest.
Finally, he came to the entrance of the forest and saw a scene that made him despair.
Dragons, and fire.
(End of chapter)