Early the next morning, just after dawn, Art got up early and walked out of his tent to wash up by the river, not far to the right of the camp.

The closer you get to the river, the louder the sound of the murmuring water hitting the stones on both sides of the river becomes, and from time to time a cool breeze blows from the riverbank, making Art feel refreshed. Art carried a dagger through a low bush, fiddling with weeds and vines on either side. The path leading to the banks of the river was cut down by the workers who worked in the neighborhood on weekdays, and the entrance was easily visible in the open space not far away.

If you look closely, you can occasionally find footprints on the ground of larger prey such as wild boars or foxes. Because this canyon has been uninhabited and uninhabited for hundreds of years, it has long been a kingdom of freedom for animals. A few days ago, several stout men with farm tools and wooden barrels went to the stream to fetch water for cooking, when suddenly, a wild boar weighing about 120 pounds with a swarthy body came out of the grass on one side, and jumped over with a roar. Although a few guys can eat meat twice in three days on weekdays, but the physical effort of working is too much, and that bit of meat can only satisfy the cravings.

The guy who walked in front was startled by the frightened boar and retreated and planted himself in the weeds beside him. The strong man who followed the unlucky guy looked at the figure of the wild boar, a wicked smile appeared on his face, and he shouted, and then beckoned the other guys to chase after him with a hoe. After chasing in the woods for a long time, the people finally drove the wild fellow into a pit, and then lifted a large stone and threw it at the boar...... In the evening, a group of people gather around a campfire to enjoy the delicious wild boar meat with their heads smashed into meat sauce.

After a while, the brisk Yate came to the shore. On the stones on the bank of the river, the strong men who slaughtered wild boars a few days ago were faintly visible, and the blood of the pigs that had turned black on the stones. The corners of Art's mouth curled slightly, and as he walked towards the largest stone, he untied the short sword from his waist and threw it on the grass next to him.

A few days earlier, Scott, who had participated in the campfire, had cut off one of the boar's hind legs and sent someone to the Valley Wooden Fort to present it to Art. The Earl's family, who had not tasted wild meat for many days, were very happy, and Art made a special trip afterwards to give some money to the people who caught the wild boars.

Standing on the bank of the river, Art took a deep breath, then squatted down, picked up the river water and poured it on his face, bursts of excitement spread throughout his body, and the scattered river water wet the placket and trouser legs on his chest.

"Comfortable!" Art shouted, feeling refreshed and refreshed, and then took out the silk scarf in his pocket and wiped his face, and then stuffed it back indiscriminately.

As he stood up, Art stretched, then turned to look upstream at the riverbank.

It's the height of summer, the climate is hot, but there is not much rain, and it's even a little dry. The water level on both sides of the river has been halved by the decrease in the flow of water, leaving the rocks on both sides exposed. The trees on both sides of the river are vibrant, leafy and lush, swaying slightly in the morning breeze.

The large and small cobwebs between the branches of the trees are very striking in the light of the slowly rising red sun in the east, and the condensation mobilizes the dew to sparkle in the morning light. The owner coiled in the middle of the cobwebs crawled back and forth on it, sucking on the condensed droplets, constantly rubbing the tiny knots of his limbs.

On the pine tree not far away, a few squirrels jumping between the trunks made a few squirming sounds from time to time, talking to each other, jumping around, and starting a new day.

Descending the river, passing through a bend, there is a shallow flat formed by the impact of the river all year round. Large and small pebbles are piled up on the bank, scattered along the riverbank. On the opposite side of the shoal, the perennial erosion of the river has created a high ridge overgrown with weeds.

Further down the bend, the current becomes gentler and the river is wider. Several large flat rocks were lined up one after the other, exposing the water and extending across the river. Scattered footprints loom on the opposite bank, leading all the way to the wasteland on the other side......

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Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him and breathing in the refreshing air, Yate felt a burst of relief. He knew that in the near future, the crowds of people who cleared the land would turn the surrounding barren land into fertile land. Villages and towns for people to live in will also rise from the ground, and it will be a paradise when the time comes.

Art walked slowly to the shore, untied the water bladder from his waist, and pressed the mouth of the sac into the water. After a while, the water bladder becomes bulging. Immediately, Art slowly got up and carefully stuffed the plug into the sac. Just as he was turning around to leave, the corner of his eye made Art suddenly stop turning his body......

Art sat still, twisting his neck cautiously. His instincts told him that there must be something next to the dark gray boulder downstream of the river.

Turn around, turn around again. The movements were so subtle that Art felt like his body position hadn't changed at all. My heart beat a lot faster than I had just a moment ago.

Syllable~

A sharp sound of branches breaking came from not far behind. Having lived in the mountains for many years, Art knows that this sound is not a rupture from nature.

Years ago, Art, who lived as a hunter, often wandered around the mountains, looking for prey to fill his stomach. Dead branches and fallen leaves are everywhere in the mountains, and if you are not careful, you can step on the dry branches buried under the fallen leaves, scaring away prey that is foraging nearby. What's even more terrifying is the encounter with those dangerous carnivorous prey. If you're not careful, the hunter will also become prey, a lunch in the mouths of those guys.

Art tried to adjust his breathing, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead, and his heart beat faster.

"Could it be~" Art thought silently in his heart, but he already had an answer.

Art tried to adjust his breathing, and his feet, which were already a little sore, became less obedient.

Twist your head, turn your head again.

Slowly, out of the corner of his eye, Arter could already see the dark gray boulder on the other side of the river not far from his right. In addition to the boulder, an object that looked like a human figure also came into Art's sight.

Da~

A drop of cold sweat fell on the cowhide boot and spread out, leaving a mark on the surface of the boot.

"What a monster he is!" Art was ruthless in his heart, and he twisted his head quickly, and his eyes fell on the tall guy next to the boulder.

I don't know if it was because I was overly nervous or I was dazed, Art suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, and it was pitch black in front of him. After a shake, I almost fell to the ground.

At this moment, the guy next to the boulder suddenly let out a low roar, startling the somewhat confused Art.

"This ......"

Art came back to his senses and looked intently, horrified by what he saw......