Soul of Burning Steel

The hunter put on a camouflage net, smeared himself with herbal ointment and leaf juice that can eliminate the breath, and then lifted the short bow and quiver in his hand, and hid in the woods like this.

The wind blew through the forest in the early summer evening, and a sound like a tidal wave resounded, covering his footsteps.

It is normal for a hunt to last for several days, even a week. Even if it is to track the prey, it takes at least half a day. Even if the beasts have no wisdom, their instinct for millions of years can make them have a strong anti-reconnaissance. Ability is not an experienced hunter, and most people can't find their lair and detect their traces at all.

But it just so happened that the old hunter was indeed experienced.

After a long time, he found a towering pile of excrement through the footprints on the dirt, and then found the target he had planned for a long time around.

A big wild boar king with white hyena feathers.

In the evening is the time for wild boar activities. Beside a pine that seems to have collapsed due to a winter blizzard and is now more than half rotten, this huge wild boar with a thick carapace and muscle layer is arching the soil with its fangs. Rummaging through it, I found fungi and bugs as my own food.

It seems that because of the large amount of pine cones that can be eaten in winter, this big wild boar king did not lose much fat. It is still as strong as it was in autumn. The hunter wearing a green-brown camouflage net is half leaning behind the wild boar. Next to the tree, he was observing the movement of his prey from the corner of his eye, and the short bow in his hand had already been hit by a sharp arrow, and he could shoot it all the time.

He is very quiet. A skilled hunter is always quiet and patient. He knows that it is not the time to shoot. The carapace of the Great Wild Boar King is so thick that even a real silver archer will not be able to shoot through its cortical defenses. , What's more, he is a wild black iron hunter.

So we need to wait for the moment.

The hunter is like a real shrub, lurking in the shadow of the trees, quietly watching the big wild boar king eat happily.

I don't know how long it took, the sky gradually dimmed, and he finally heard a short cry. After hearing that hum, the hunter couldn't help but feel refreshed, because he knew that the time had come.

A huge wild boar about half a person tall, three to four meters long, like a chariot, turned around staggeringly after being temporarily full, and then ready to return to its old nest. Its strong body can dissolve it. Part of the toxins, but it will take some time to digest the fungi that are enough to be the raw material of the potion. At this time, most of the blood in its body is digesting food in the stomach, and it naturally becomes slow.

At this moment, the hunter pulled up his short bow, his eyes gleamed in the darkness, and his night vision skills honed for many years allowed him to clearly perceive every change in his prey in the darkness.

In his hand, the bowstrings and arrows that were simply enchanted have lethality that does not match their appearance. As long as they can hit the vital parts of the eye, even the monster with powerful vitality like the Big Boar King will be on the spot because of the brain. Was destroyed and killed.

Fighting with large creatures is extremely dangerous, especially the big wild boar king. Its fangs are enough to pierce the scales of ordinary dragon species, and it can directly destroy small houses, not to mention human bones, even steel. It can't stop it, so it's best to end the battle with one blow. The quick action of the angry beast will make the hunter's weapon useless.

However, just when the bowstring was full and the arrow was about to be shot, a low and penetrating roar appeared in the sky above the woods.

"Roar"

The sudden strong wind bends the branches of the surrounding trees, and a huge red figure swept over the woods, bringing up countless fallen leaves. When neither the Big Boar King nor the hunter responded, the red voice broke. Opening the atmosphere, running through the woods, slammed into the big wild boar who was watching the surrounding area vigilantly.

boom! !

The strong shock wave swelled everywhere, the soil was lifted, and the fallen leaves were scattered all over the sky, and among the countless fallen leaves, the hunter saw a scene that made him stunned.

The prey he had ordered was being thrown to the ground by a red flying dragon with huge wings. The sharp claws have penetrated into the thick carapace of the wild boar, injecting toxins.

"Male Fire Dragon?!"

Seeing this scene, the hunter immediately took a breath, the bow in his hand was almost unsteady, and the whole person simply retracted into the tree without daring to move at all.

Isn’t there only one or two male fire dragons in the black forest near the Great Aes Volcano? Their living and activity areas are all near the volcano, even the few ends next to the forest are losers in the competition, and look at this dragon...

He poked his head out a little and observed from the corner of his eye. The hunter saw that the King of Wild Boar was still struggling even if he was in 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. That's a huge force enough to break any beast's tendons.

But the male fire dragon's claws are highly poisonous and can also paralyze the nerves. Even if the wild boar has a certain anti-toxin ability, it can't resist this toxin. It didn't take long before it gradually stopped struggling and stopped moving.

"Roar!!"

With a contented roar, the fire dragon took a bite at the back of the big wild boar king. Under the sharp teeth of the fire dragon, the thick body immediately had a few large holes, and the blood was flowing, but The Big Wild Boar King did not resist, and it seemed that he had indeed passed out.

It was determined that the prey had completely lost the ability to resist, the male fire dragon grabbed the big wild boar king with its well-developed claws, then fluttered his wings and flew directly into the sky.

The powerful wings swing, and the gust of wind can even bend the trees. Within a few seconds, the fire dragon disappeared from the hunter's field of vision.

At this time, the hunter breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

This simple action, and strong physical strength, does not seem to be a loser in competition at all!

He thought silently in his mind, and he was very puzzled.

Why do dragons appear?

In the ice fields farther north in the Northland, there are indeed ice dragons and even white dragons, but this is just the ordinary woods around the mountains, the most common poor villages, and the most powerful monsters are just one. The Big Wild Boar King~www.novelmtl.com~How could the male fire dragon appear here? Their food should be mammoths and other weak dragon species.

Thinking to no avail, the prey was snatched by the fire dragon, and the hunter had no reason to stay in the woods, so he got up and tidied up his equipment, ready to go back to the village and notify the guards of the abnormal situation.

For example, when the color is getting dark today and turning into the middle of the night, the stars of the night sky have already appeared one by one, and the double moon has already appeared on the horizon. It is precisely because the sky has dimmed that the hunter vaguely saw in front of him, and a slight fire appeared.

Did the male fire dragon breathe fire before? Will it start a forest fire... right? and many more!

This thought flashed through his mind dullly, and after a few seconds, the hunter thought of a possibility that would make him creepy.

Just now...Which direction did the dragon fly over? !

He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the fire, the direction of the village where he lived.

That is, the direction from which the dragon flies!

A chill suddenly rose from the tailbone and went straight to the brain, paralyzing all his thinking abilities. The horror might make this extremely calm old hunter tremble with his hands, almost unable to hold the weapon in his hand.

The flames in the distance are bigger, not so much lights, but rather something burning.

"Don't be afraid... My house is by the river, still facing the wind, it won't burn."

Comforting himself in his heart, the hunter didn't have any time to stop. He immediately ran with his legs and sprinted towards his home.

He couldn't care about any hidden body shape or breath. The old hunter used his rich experience to step on 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 desperate.

Dragon, and fire. (To be continued.)