Three goblins are not enough to divide in the first place, especially if you have to drench the eggs with blood, which will waste some of them. The Horned Winged Demon Beast wanted to quickly eat two of the three while his partner didn't come back, and then leave one Jiaocha, but he didn't expect two more to suddenly appear. They shot and smashed, and slashed, and before they understood what they were messing with, and before they could fight back, the time limit had arrived.

I knew that I should eat one and keep two......

"This is solved!" Tron held the anti-charge three-pronged spear that was deeply embedded in the body of the horned winged beast, and stood firmly. In his other hand, the mace was already stained with blood, broken bones, and brains after a few rounds of "nail heads", slowly sliding and dripping. He stepped down hard, and the horned beast was already dead, and its huge body could no longer react.

It died, was attacked by Fitch and Tron, and then lost its life in a wild combo. The body that once soared into the sky is now slowly and irrepressibly sliding down the cliff. Tron glanced at the sky, then shouted to Feige, "Come to the platform, leave it alone, let it fall fine!"

The cliffs of the lair platform were dozens of meters below, more than the length of the rope on the barbed crossbow, but Feige was reluctant to give up. He grabbed the end of the rope and jumped off the corpse, found the strongest looking protruding boulder, and wrapped the rope around it twice, knotting it as fast as he could. He hoped that the rope and stone would hang the corpse so that he would not have to climb down and pick it up. Of course, there is another horn-winged demonic beast in the sky, and the mutant gland needed for the enhancement ritual can also be found from it.

Because of Feige's decisive actions, he didn't have time to save his mate, and he didn't even deal damage in the first dive. The canopy, which had once been sheltered from the wind and rain, was now shielded from the direct impact of the sound waves, and the loud sound alone could not kill the enemy. It had to turn quickly, flatten it and make an arc, and then circle back and be at the same height as the platform where the lair was located before launching a second wave of attacks.

Feige's ears were ringing, and he and Tron had to be especially loud to talk. "I'm fine, I can still fight, how are you?"

Tron nodded, and made a fist strike against his palm. This is the meaning of a frontal attack, that is, the tactical gesture to be used in the predetermined plan, if the sneak attack fails, it must meet in a narrow way, and the brave wins. Feiqi nodded to show that he understood, and the two of them immediately put on earmuffs and stood on the left and right, squatting and standing, both holding heavy crossbows in their hands.

The earmuffs were prepared in advance, two soft cloth bags stuffed with rags and cotton, tightly tied together with elastic animal tendons, and strangled on the head when used, so that the ears were tightly plugged. This will make the whole face very uncomfortable, in fact, it can't be completely soundproofed, but it can give two people an extra chance to win in a sonic attack.

Feige poked Midnight with his finger, then pointed hard to the ground next to him. It may be that he scratched his master's head just now, and he finally felt a little guilty in his heart, so the black ghost cat was obedient this time, jumped off his head and hid. On this platform, the best place to hide is of course inside the lair of the Horned Winged Beast. The black shadow jumped lightly and hid inside.

The goblin called Punpeng was still inside. When the black shadow of midnight jumped over its head, Punpeng stopped climbing the nest and fled, turning back to look at the black cat. "The cat that can sit on top of the future chief of Punpeng should have a higher status than Punpun! What do you need Punk to hiss?"

Midnight hunched over and paced slowly around the goblins, showing their claws cautiously and vigilantly. It stared into the goblin's eyes for a moment, but didn't notice any danger or evil. So it licks its paws, makes a "hairy" call, and hides on the other side of the nest, relatively far away.

Or rather, behind the Horned Winged Monster Egg.

Feige forgot for a moment that there was a goblin alive, and he was engrossed in watching the approaching horn-winged beasts. As the sky grew dark, the gray Horned Winged Beast began to blend into the background of the night sky, barely making out the dynamics of its flight. And as time went on, it was soon difficult to keep even this bit of vision. Even if you use the Eagle Eye Meditation Technique, you can only see the soul fire at close range, and you will still be powerless from a distance.

Horned Winged Monsters, on the other hand, can listen to sound waves and locate like bats. It is not as good as the eyes at a distance, but it will be overwhelming in this dark night.

Tron found his palms covered in sweat, and the excitement of the battle could no longer suppress the growing tension. He was basically unable to see the Horned Winged Beast anymore, which meant that it was impossible for him to shoot a heavy crossbow before the Horned Winged Beast launched its sonic attack. And after the sound wave, he wasn't sure if he would be able to aim properly. According to the book, even without considering the lethal damage, the sound wave has the ability to make people lose their balance.

The earmuffs were tightly tucked, sweat seeped in, and there was an itching sensation and a rustling sound. Tron swallowed hard, picked up the crossbow, and squinted his eyes in an effort to aim. He began to wonder, why did this time go so badly, there were actually two horned winged demonic beasts? Last year, he had been here for nearly two weeks, and there was no second one, not even the slightest trace of existence. Aren't all horn-winged monsters dating in spring, hatching eggs in summer, storing fat in autumn and then hibernating? Why is it so abnormal, and when spring has just arrived, the crystallization of "love" is there?

He also noticed that he was a little distracted, but he still couldn't suppress the distracting thoughts that always came out. At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Feige suddenly swoop out to the far side, and even if he didn't hear Feige say anything, he immediately pounced on the other side. This is a long period of training, coupled with absolute trust in the actions of comrades. Tacit understanding is not spoken by the mouth, but by the sensations of the mind acting on the body.

There was a sound, a roar, accompanied by flying sand and rocks. Tron's chest was tight, his head was dizzy, and his eyeballs and eardrums were constantly bulging outward, but he managed to avoid the direct impact of the sound waves and was not knocked away. He staggered, persevered, and lifted the heavy crossbow again.

Feige's side didn't feel good either. Although he had discovered the attack of the Horned Wing Demon Beast earlier, he was unlucky and got closer to the center of the impact, but he was still scratched when he dodged early. The muscles of his left arm were still shaking uncontrollably, as if he had Parkinson's, as if he were still in resonance. How can shooting accuracy be guaranteed in such a situation?

He glanced at Tron and saw him holding his crossbow steadily, squinting at one eye and aiming, but there was a feeling of confusion. Yes, Feige understood, Tron didn't have Eagle Eye Skills, and he couldn't see the Horned Wing Monster clearly. He looked at the trembling heavy crossbow and decided not to gamble on his character on the accuracy of the shot.

The crossbow bowed down, and the hand held the emblem high, and the spell that summoned light echoed in the night breeze in the mountains: "Let there be light!" Then, a ball of light jumped out of the emblem and fluttered into the sky, like a fragile Kong Ming lantern. This light is difficult to compete with the night, but the ball of light keeps appearing, and it keeps appearing, and it keeps appearing, and more and more, and a band of light converges.

Then the Horned Winged Beast crashed into the band of light, which was enough for Tron to finish aiming. He couldn't hear the humming of the crossbow, but he could feel the vibration of his palm. Then, the towrope barb crossbow flew out and disappeared in an instant.

The streamer formed by the ball of light illuminated the Horned Winged Demon Beast, clearly transmitting the sight of it being shot and injured and bleeding to the two people. Blessed by the Goddess of Truth and Thunder, this shot hit the right wing of the Horned Winged Demon Beast, and the wound was torn open with the flapping of the wings, which was an arm's length, which must have seriously affected the flight ability of the Horned Wing Demon Beast. The strange bird seemed to understand this, and it took a deep breath, then gave up the idea of going around again, and rushed straight towards the two of them.

The distance was so close, the speed of the flight was so fast that it was almost impossible to react. Feige was attacked by a sharp beak, and he couldn't cast any spells, but fortunately, the heavy crossbow was still in front of his chest. Under the heavy blow, the crossbow exploded into parts, Feige's leather armor turned into strips of rags, and blood splattered from the wound on his chest, but fortunately it was only a flesh wound, not fatal.

The second attack of the sharp mouth was about to come, but the Thunder Divine Palm was still just an electric spark between the fingers, and it couldn't be hit at all. Fortunately, Tron rushed up, and the three-pronged spear was aimed at the soft flesh under the neck of the horned winged demonic beast and collided. If it hits, the large blood vessels here will be broken, and the outcome of the battle will be at least half certain.

Tron's actions allowed Feige to avoid the fate of the two goblins, and he was not dismembered by the beak. Korn crashed into the hard beak of the defense, and the weight disadvantage caused him to fly upside down. He took three steps back, and then there was a cliff, but he couldn't stop. At this critical moment, Tron was ruthless, threw a three-pronged spear with all his strength, and then fell backwards off the cliff.

At least hopefully Feige will survive the Horned Winged Beast - that's what Tron had in mind when he fell. Immediately afterward, he saw a brown rope in the black night sky that began to spin, which seemed to be used for tow rope barbed crossbows. What kind of rope does it matter at this time? Hurry up and grab it!

The rope was loose at first, without the slightest strength, and Tron's heart stopped beating, and he only had one movement, which was to shake his arm to make the rope wrap around a few more times. Suddenly, the rope tightened, his arm cramped, and the sleeves of his leather armor were torn, but he was also suspended in mid-air, stopping his downward trend.

He looked up along the rope, and with the help of the afterglow of the light ball streamer, a majestic figure stood on the high point of the battlefield. Goblin Friend finally climbed over the edge of the lair, his hands held high, holding the Horn-winged Monster's egg "for some unknown reason". The egg would have leveled his chin if it had been placed on the ground, but it would not have looked heavy when he held it in his hands "for some reason". The goblin's brown-green face flushed, almost hoarse, surely spittle, and he cried out:

"Eggs in hand, I'm roaring, big stupid bird, tie your hands, chief, cut off your head!"

The bloody, dirty egg continued to enlarge in the eyes of the Horned Winged Beast, and soon occupied its entire field of vision. It chirped, and the air that remained in its belly was meaninglessly lost. Nothing else matters, the Horned Winged Demon Beast only knows to turn around as soon as possible, full of thoughts to save the egg in Jing's hands. Fitch saw the moment and pressed the Thunder Palm on its back abdomen. In the flash of lightning, one of the Horned Winged Beast's hind legs spasmed and straightened, causing it to roll over entirely.

It doesn't get any better opportunity than this. With only a mace left in his hand, Feige rushed forward with the hammer in hand. When the wings come, they knock on the wings, and when the claws come over, they knock on the claws, and when they come there, they break anything. Behind him was the horned winged beast's straight, cramping leg that he couldn't bend, and he didn't even think to—and didn't have to—watch out for the back. Feige sprinted his way up, finally approaching the head of the Horned Winged Beast and successfully slamming it into the bones between its eyes.

The Horned Winged Beast didn't die immediately, it fainted, and then rolled off the cliff, the drop and gravity killing it.

Feige gasped, his head covered in blood and sweat. He withdrew his gaze from the Horned Winged Monster that had fallen from the cliff and looked at the goblin with a ferocious murderous aura. The goblin was still holding the egg, but "for some reason" the egg seemed to get heavier, and it trembled from the egg to the leg.

However, the goblin's gaze did not follow the trembling of the body. It plucked up its courage and shouted out the question from the bottom of its heart:

"I ask you, are you my chief?!"