Lu Yang's gift was the dragon bird.

For him, the dragon bird is just a plaything to catch on the fly.

For others, the dragon bird has a great role as a flying mount, but for Lu Yang, whether it is the speed or flexibility of flight, the dragon bird is too far behind the flying sword.

Instead of releasing her, it is better to give it to Lux, which can be regarded as compensation for molesting her so many times.

As for how to ensure that the dragon bird will not rebel after he leaves...... Although he rarely uses it, Lu Yang has not forgotten that he has a skill called enslavement.

Not to mention the surprise of Lax and the others, and the shock of Lax after he really rode the dragon bird smoothly, after Lu Yang left Fosbayro, he took out the Void Sword and continued to start his journey.

Although the gains of Forsbyro and his party can be said to be huge, the real goal is still out of reach, and there is no sign of success.

This is also the reason why Lu Yang left in a hurry.

Although he could have something to do with Lux if he stayed, he could only give up this tempting idea for the sake of a bigger ideal.

……

Leaving from Fosbayro, passing through a plain, Lu Yang then got into the deep mountains and never left.

Valoran was too big, and Lu Yang decided to search along the mountains next to the Sea of Conquerors first.

When in Demacia, although it lived a hard agricultural life, it was still a civilized land.

But after entering the deep mountains and Daze, Lu Yang discovered that there were so many primitive tribes in the Land of Runetimes.

Compared to Earth, Runeterra's extraordinary powers, especially the presence of magic, have created many extremely dangerous environments.

Because of these environments, it is natural to form patches of areas that are almost isolated from the rest of the world.

Even the great powers of the world, such as Noxus, could not overcome these desperate situations and conquer them.

Many tribes still maintain extremely primitive lifestyles, such as cannibalism, poor clothing, no concept of private ownership, and no ethics.

But some have also formed their own civilizations.

For example, in the middle of a swamp surrounded by a miasma, a community of thousands of people lived, forming a very prosperous religious civilization.

Led by the two major religions, a number of minor religions were under the jurisdiction of each other.

It has its own language, and a rudimentary written language, but knows nothing about the outside world.

Lu Yang didn't bother them.

He is not a messenger of civilization, nor an ambitious conqueror, he has his own goals to pursue, and when he finds that there is nothing he needs, he drifts away, without even attracting anyone's attention.

Two months later.

Lunn is a farmer, and in addition to farming, he also goes up to the mountains to cut some firewood to sell in the market in his free time to subsidize his family.

However, this time it was a different experience.

Lunn took the axe that had been curled and followed the original route, all the way deep into the mountains and forests.

There are also skills in chopping wood, some are easy to cut, and some are very hard and do not get anything.

Lunn has a lot of experience, not long ago found a good wood, although a little farther away, but not only easy to cut down, but the wood obtained burns longer, often can be sold for a price higher than others, this is not a small price, run a little more, Lunn is also very happy.

However, this time, as soon as he arrived at his "secret base", he noticed that something was wrong.

A blood-red trail stood out on the gray leaves.

Lunn didn't know much about it, but he knew what it was at first sight.

Blood.

Fresh blood.

Lunn's face was a little hesitant, it was obvious that something special had happened here, but he was very reluctant to give up this rare treasure land, and more importantly, he didn't hear a moan, the unknown creature might have died.

Hides are much more expensive than wood.

Muttering, greed triumphing over fear in his heart, Lunn crept into the woods.

The trail of blood was long, and there were traces of friction on the ground, and Lunn didn't know what that meant, but he knew a very simple truth - the injured creature was not small, because the critter didn't have that much blood at all.

Sensing the danger, Lunn hesitated again, but he had already gone so far that it would be useless to return.

After wandering for a while, greed finally triumphed over fear again, and Lunn continued to follow the trail of blood, but more slowly, the axe in his hand clenched, ready for any danger that might arise.

Finally, reaching the middle of the woods, almost beyond his usual range of activities, Lunn found his purpose.

A huge spotted tiger fell to the ground, its eyes wide but without any sparkle.

A dead spotted tiger.

Lunn's reason for being so sure was not based on his unenlightened eyes, but on the blood splattered everywhere and the corpse of the piebald tiger itself that had been torn apart.

"Excuse me, anyone?"

Lunn tried to call out, and the voice kept echoing through the mountains and forests, and it seemed a little oozing.

But Lunn didn't have the heart to think about it, and after waiting for a few seconds, and no one answered, he couldn't hold back his ecstasy anymore and walked towards the piebald tiger corpse.

"Tiger skin."

Lunn let out a dreamy groan, which was more precious than fox, wolf, or rat skin.

A fox skin is even worth his income from farming, chopping firewood and adding several years together.

"Am I going to be transferred?"

Lunn's palms trembled as he rested on the tattered tiger skin, fantasizing about what to do with the huge sum.

"First of all, kick that yellow-faced woman away, I don't think I'm capable all day long, and I don't want to think about what I look like......

Hey, damn it, I don't know who broke the tiger skin like this, if it was whole, maybe I could change jobs from the nobles. ”

Suddenly, Lunn, who was fantasizing, pointed his finger and thought of a question.

In the nearby mountains, the spotted tiger is already the absolute hegemon, so ...... Who hurt it like this?

Looking at the neat wounds that looked like sharp blades and the strange and terrifying bite marks on the mutilated corpse, Lunn shuddered in his heart and had a strong sense of foreboding.

"No, I need to get out of here."

Unable to get any more complacent, Lunn began to think about how to bring back this precious trophy.

It was impossible to carry it back, although the corpse was partially eaten, but there was still a weight of hundreds of catties, although he had a lot of strength, it was impossible to carry it down the mountain.

"I can only try to peel the skin off."

Lunn sighed, he had no tools, no skills, and he would definitely destroy the tiger skin further, but there was nothing he could do.

With an axe, Lunn began to peel the skin with a grunt, not noticing the cunning and cold eyes behind him.

Wonderful Book House