Above the boundless wasteland, the cold north wind blows the long grass that has long since dried up, setting off undulating waves of grass.

Today, the sun is shining, but it still can't drive away the bitter cold of winter.

On the originally silent wasteland, a gray rabbit suddenly sprang out, and I saw it shuttling through the boundless wilderness, with the help of the color of the wild grass, covering itself to keep moving forward, as if looking for the remaining wild fruits.

At this moment, there was a sharp eagle chirp in the sky, and the gray rabbit suddenly panicked, and quickly turned around, wanting to run back to his lair.

However, the eagle in the sky looked like a torch, and had already spotted the gray rabbit constantly shuttling through the grass.

The eagle swooped down in an extremely beautiful arc in the sky, swooping down towards the galloping gray rabbit, which was as fast as lightning, and in an instant it had already pounced in front of the gray rabbit.

Hearing only a scream, the eagle's claws had pierced the rabbit's head at once, and the rabbit struggled a few times, and then quickly stopped moving.

Just as the eagle was about to take off with the trophy, a crossbow arrow pierced the eagle's belly with a "whoosh" and nailed it to the ground.

The eagle struggled to escape, but the wound grew larger and larger as it struggled violently, and finally caused it to lose its life completely.

"Hehe, do you see that my accuracy is getting better and better?" A fat man walked out from behind a large tree, followed by two teenagers, none other than Donald, Dylan, and Stephen.

But Dylan smiled and said, "Fatty, if it weren't for the fact that the eagle had all its attention on its prey and didn't move, you would have shot so smoothly?"

Stephen also smiled: "It's just, you don't remember what happened to you yesterday?"

Remembering what had happened yesterday, Dylan and Stephen looked at each other, and then burst out laughing, the sound of which rang out across the moor, startling a few resting birds.

It turned out that yesterday was the first day that the Dylan trio had arrived in the moor, and in the evening, Donald was dying of hunger, so he proposed to go into the woods to catch a few hares.

Sure enough, Donald shot five crossbow arrows in a row, but they were dodged by the sturdy hare, and he threw away the crossbow in anger and wanted to chase the hare. Dylan and Stephen on the side were dumbfounded at the time, there was still this kind of operation?

In the end, it was Dylan who shot the hare in the hind leg with an arrow, and this solved the first dinner of the three.

Dylan and Stephen had been laughing for a day because of this, and they couldn't help but think of Donald's angry appearance yesterday.

"Okay, have you laughed enough! I'm not killing two birds with one stone! Shooting this eagle and giving away a hare, it's perfect!" Donald grinned and picked up his trophy, finding that the weight was not light, "Come and help, today's lunch is over!"

Together, the three of them plucked the poor eagle and the gray rabbit, washed them by the stream, and then skillfully lit a fire and erected a wooden frame.

It didn't take long for a rich aroma of meat to waft through.

"Wow, that's so fragrant, that little rabbit yesterday still needs three people, it's not enough for me to stuff my teeth!" Donald said vaguely as he shoved the rabbit leg into his mouth.

Dylan looked at it with a smile: "Fatty, eat slowly, no one will rob you!"

Stephen said: "You let him eat more, he has indeed been wronged in the past two days." It's fine for the two of us to be hungry for a meal or two, but if he's hungry at his size, it's probably really uncomfortable!"

When I was in the imperial capital, I was not full of fish, meat, mountains and delicacies, but I was never as hungry as I was in the past two days. I finally shot this big bird to death, and I also came with a hare, just because I look ugly, and I have to be counted down by you, am I easy!"

Dylan and Bothren both laughed.

After the three of them had eaten and drunk enough, they lay comfortably on the withered yellow grass, looking at the cloudless sky, and only felt comfortable for a while.

"I said Dylan, it's the second day of our life, and yesterday I finally encountered a second-level demonic beast, but it was robbed by those five high-level magicians, not that they saw it first. We've been filling our stomachs for the past two days, and we can't go on like this!" Donald said with a burp.

"Fatty, you must know that the most important thing for a hunter is patience, and if you can't even endure enough, you won't get anything. Dylan said.

Stephen also nodded: "That's it, if the Warcraft is so easy to catch, then wouldn't everyone in the entire empire have one?" It's because the Warcraft is extremely difficult to catch that it will cause its price to be very high!"

At this moment, Dylan suddenly sat up, for he seemed to sense a wild aura, and was slowly approaching this place.

Dylan hurriedly whispered to the two: "Hurry up and hide, it seems that there is prey coming!"

When Donald and Stephen heard this, a flash of surprise flashed in their eyes, and it seemed that the real hunt was finally going to start today.

The three of them lowered their bodies, quickly ran behind a raised rock, and poked out half of their heads to look in the direction from which the thud was coming.

Not long after, I saw a giant emu, about two meters tall, slowly walking towards this place.

I saw that under its sharp knife-like conical beak, there was a crimson bump, and on the top of its head was a strange horn, which emitted bursts of strange light. The two pairs of wings on the sides are extremely short, mainly used to maintain balance during running, and cannot fly.

"One-horned emu!" Dylan had read about the beast in a magic book.

The one-horned emu is a second-level magical beast, but it is a relatively low-grade kind, brutal by nature, omnivorous, and generally very aggressive. When many tigers and leopards see it, they have to stay away, otherwise it is likely to become its belly food.

"This level of Warcraft is just right for training!" this is Dylan's inner judgment.

Seeing the one-horned emu getting closer and closer, Donald clenched his staff with some impatience, but was stopped by Dylan. Because the one-horned emu is still in a state of high alert at this time, it is not the best time to make a move.

The one-horned emu obviously smelled the smell of meat, which is why it came here.

The big bird slowly approached the place where Dylan and the others had just enjoyed lunch, and there was still a lot of uneaten eagle meat left there. But instead of rushing to eat, it kept looking around.

After a long time, the one-horned emu finally let down its guard and began to peck at the delicious roast eagle meat.

A smile appeared on the corner of Dylan's mouth, this is the time he was waiting for!