"No, they're all dead. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Lyudmila said expressionlessly.

"You...... Say what? Bloom's eyes widened.

Lyudmila pointed to the sky, "Listen, Blackie's cry...... She tried to tell me something. ”

"Mira, do you know we don't understand the eagle, what did Xiao Hei see?" Roland barely managed to keep his composure.

"So far, at least, it hasn't found a single living thing except for bloody and putrid corpses everywhere."

"There must have been an accident at the lumberyard, and it's hard to say whether it has anything to do with our trip, so hurry up and take a look, hopefully Pastor Dmitry is still alive and tell us what happened there." Roland shook the reins and urged the horse to gallop, "Mira, inform Xiao Hei to continue the investigation, I need more information about the scene." ”

Lyudmila nodded, took her little finger in her mouth, and whistled, informing the Black Hawk to approach the place where the smoke rose to continue its investigation.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the forest beside him, and the branches and leaves trembled, as if some kind of beast was frightened by the unusually sharp whistle of the female ranger, and a huge black shadow quickly rushed out of the forest, and pounced on Lyudmila with a pungent bloody aura.

The war horse neighed and Naruto stood up, and Lyudmila fell down coldly, but fortunately she was nimble, and as soon as she rolled on the ground, she dodged the horse's hooves and trampled on it, and jumped up with one hand on the ground, her face couldn't help but turn white, obviously frightened.

A huge monster staggered out of the woods in a human position, its brown fur dotted with charred black scars and stains of blood, the wounds festered, and the blood and charring smell mixed into a strong body odor, which was disgusting with the wind.

"What kind of monster is that, a brown bear?" Bloom shouted. But he quickly shut his mouth, knowing that he had guessed wrong.

The monster was indeed as strong as a bear, with sharp claws, but it had a face that resembled that of a night owl, a beak as sharp as an iron hook, and a pair of blood-colored eyes full of beastly rage, more like a giant owl than a brown bear.

"That's a owl!" Roland had seen this half-bear, half-bird monster in the game before crossing over, and was the first to come to his senses and loudly warn Lyudmila to be careful.

Lyudmila was stunned for a moment, and quickly took off her longbow. Before the arrow could be wound, the wounded owl bear, already sensing her hostility, attacked first, and its seemingly clumsy body suddenly burst forward, stepping in front of her war horse in one step, claws clasping the horse's neck with a wave of its claws, and its sharp nails sinking deep into the flesh.

The horse let out a frightened cry and slammed its hooves to kick the bear, trying to break free from its grip. However, the huge difference in strength made the struggle meaningless, and the horse's hooves slammed against the bear's fat belly and made a thumping drum sound, but it could not stop the monster from committing the murder, and the claws of both claws were pulled hard, and with a click, the living war horse was torn in half by it, and blood mixed with internal organs poured down.

The owl was bathed in horse blood and scarlet, roared excitedly, and then buried its head in the torn abdominal cavity of the horse carcass and drank the blood, and tore the internal organs with its sharp beak and swallowed it heavily.

Roland quickly stepped forward to block Lyudmila behind him, while staring at the movement of the owl: "Are you okay?" ”

"I don't care, that owl bear has a strange thing, you see, it has burns on its back and head, it seems to have burns." The Ranger class gives Lyudmila a keen sense of observation, and although it is the first time she has encountered a bear, she also finds that the other party is full of suspicions.

"Can you quiet it?" Roland remembers that the Ranger's class ability, "Wild Identity", can communicate with magical beasts, and even influence them to dispel hostility and become friendly.

"I just tried to communicate with it, but unfortunately it failed, the only emotions it conveyed to me were anger and fear, this guy seems to have experienced some kind of terrible experience, so that he went crazy with fright, and now he has no reason to speak of." Lyudmila clenched her bow.

"Then there is no way," Roland pulled his sword from behind his back, and Durandal flashed a cold light in the setting sun, "The mad beast will inevitably harm passers-by, so we have to ask it to rest in peace." As he spoke, he nodded at the short man who was rubbing his hands on the other side, and motioned for his move.

"Stupid thing, die!" Bloom had been waiting impatiently, and swung the hammer at the owl.

The warhammer spun and flew over, hitting the owl's back with a "bang", and a large cloud of blood burst out with the sound of a broken bone. The creature roared in pain, and sprang to its feet, glaring back at Bloom, its hooked beak and a blood-drenched horse intestine.

"Roar! You'd better come over and play with Uncle Ben! Bloom frothed at the mouth, taunting the bear unscrupulously.

With a roar of rage, the Owl pulled out the bloody hammer with his backhand and stomped it under his feet to prevent the dwarf from recalling his magic weapon.

Roland shook his head, unable to comprehend what Bloom had in his head. Taking advantage of the fact that the owl was attracted by him, he stepped forward quickly and stabbed the owl in the back with his sword.

The timing of the pinch attack was flawless, but Roland knew it was bad as soon as he made a move!

The sky-breaking sword roared and frightened the birds in the forest, but the owl didn't look back, was it slow to react?

"That's not right!"

Roland recalls that he had flipped through the Dungeons & Dragons Handbook more than once before crossing over, and suddenly remembered that this monster had a keen sense of smell and had beaten a military dog, and he didn't need to look back to see his attack.

At that moment, the owl moved. The seemingly bulky body contained amazing explosive power, scooped up the corpse of the war horse with one hand, and smashed it at Roland with a flick of his long arm.

The bloody wind whistled and the bloody horse corpses smashed head-on, and Roland had to put away his sword and shield to block it.

Bang! The steel shield slammed into the heavy horse's corpse, and Roland couldn't help but take a step back.

Behind him there was the hum of a bowstring, and Lyudmila shot an arrow into the bear's back, the arrow burying deep into the flesh, but it could not stop the monster from rushing towards Bloom like a mad bull.

Roland decisively activated his accelerator boots, and rushed over with a row of afterimages dragged by the wind on his feet, holding his sword high above the top in both hands, trying to stop the Owl's charge.

"Don't come here! I'm enough for one person! The young dwarf made a surprise move, and launched a countercharge against the owl, crashing headlong into the beast's arms.

"Stupid dwarf!" Lyudmila was so angry that she threw down her longbow and drew her twin knives at her waist like lightning.

Roland stopped as Bloom had hoped, a strange look flashing in his eyes, the "pupil of fate" could help him see details that Lyudmila could not see.

Blachit didn't think that Bloom could pose the slightest threat to it, and with his arms together, he hugged the dwarf, who was less than half his size, and clenched it with claws, trying to crush it flat.

The dwarf's life was on the verge of death, but he laughed abnormally loudly, and the armor around his body clicked in laughter, and dozens of adamantite armor thorns popped out, the roots were more than a foot long, and they pierced deeply into its body with the strength of the owl bear.

The prey in his arms turned into a hedgehog in the blink of an eye, and the owl bear was caught off guard by the plot, and was poked to the point that he was covered in blood, and screamed sadly.

"Idiot, die!" Bloom stiffened his neck and slammed his head into the bear's heart. Two blades also popped out of the Viking helmet, along with the horns, which were originally only ornamental, with a total length of two feet, and with a pop, Zigen sank into the bear's chest.

This blow completely crushed the owl, and he wailed and fell on his back.

Bloom struggled to get up from its arms, his shoulders shaking, his whole body clanging, and the many armor thorns all shrank back, and there was no trace of the mechanism, no wonder the owl was deceived.

Lyudmila came to Roland's side with a longbow, stared at Bloom up and down several times, and teased with a smile: "I really don't see that you guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes can also play tricks." ”