"Stand up, aim at my dragon jade, don't miss." Fengshan Dragon's voice poured down Dust's ears into the cranial cavity. The ancient dragon's command seemed to have infinite magical power, and the moment it was heard, it squeezed out all the original thoughts in the young man's mind, and violently occupied the entire hunter's mind.

The hunter gripped the handle of the white crossbow in his hand tightly, and the leather of the sand fish dragon felt rough and cold. Under the gradually shrinking field of vision, only the crimson dragon jade became clearer and clearer in Feng Chen's eyes. Like a ripe holy fruit waiting to be picked, or a demon about to burst out of its eggs, that dragon jade had become the most wonderful and vicious thing in the world's mind in the young man's mind.

"Break it......"

"I can't do it!" Feng Dust could still hear his own shouts.

"Break it!" Thunder exploded in the windswept sky, shining in the scales of the ancient dragons. The last of the clarity in the hunter's mind was shattered by this thunderbolt, and the deepest part of consciousness, where the survival instinct had once held, was forcibly stuffed with these three unreasonable syllables. At this moment, the young man even realized in a trance that practicing the orders given to him by Fengshan Dragon was the most thirsty instinct in his life.

"Okay." Like a marionette, Dusty grabbed the handle of the crossbow with both hands and mechanically lifted the heavy body. When the hunter looked up to look for the fiery dragon jade again, only the majestic back of the dragon gradually faded away. Strings of obscure dragon words reached the hunter's ears from the distant sky, and as soon as he looked down, the white crossbow in his hand was already covered with a layer of red blood, and the blood flowed down the tip of the spear to the sand, and he could not stop it no matter what.

"It's all your fault." Qin Shuiyu beside him grabbed his arm and smiled brightly, but he pierced it extremely cruelly.

"Whew......!" Feng Chen sat up from the sleeping mat, and there was a slight coolness on his back, and all kinds of dreams were still vivid. He rubbed his face and pulled his thoughts back from the dream. The hunter opened the small window beside the tent and looked out, it was still deep in the night, the ashes of the campfire were glowing red, and the five herbivores were resting quietly on the ground, from which there was no movement in the other tents. Feng Chen looked at it for a while, put down the curtain, lay back on the sleeping mat, closed his eyes and prepared to make up for the rest of his sleep.

Before his breathing could stabilize, Feng Chen's eyes opened suddenly, and his right hand quietly touched his calf, and the hunter's hand grasped the handle of the dagger, and softly pulled the dagger out of the scabbard.

The dark shadow outside the tent hesitated in front of the camp, reached out and lifted the corner of the tent door, and gently lowered it. Suspiciously, he leaned his face towards the curtain and pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the movement behind the curtain.

"Whoa—" As soon as the ears were pressed against the curtain, the canvas was suddenly lifted, and a hand was faintly stretched out from inside the tent to accurately grasp the placket of the black shadow. Caught off guard, the black shadow was dragged by a strong force towards the camp, and fell into the narrow tent.

"Boom!"

The black shadow watching was obviously not easy to match, and in the darkness he grabbed Feng Chen's arm and twisted it in reverse, and the hunter couldn't help but let go of his clenched shirt with a muffled grunt. The black shadow didn't have time to withdraw from the attack range of Sealing Dust, only to feel the strong wind on his side, and a snowy short dagger was stabbing towards his temple with murderous intent.

"Damn it!" The dark shadow cursed angrily. He couldn't hold his hand anymore, and reflexively grabbed Feng Chen's wrist, and slammed his fist on his knee, and the dagger fell to the ground with a thud, and was kicked away by the black shadow.

Feng Chen was about to fit and attack again, but his waist was tight, and the comer grabbed his waist with both arms, lifted and slammed the hunter to the ground. The black shadow slammed Dust's shoulders to the ground, and said viciously, "Stop! Look clearly! ”

"Kaede-senpai?" The hunter looked at it and retired, "I'm sorry, I thought it was an attacker from somewhere." ”

"Next time you poke someone in the head with a knife, at least light the lamp." The dark shadow scolded. He withdrew his arms and stood up, and lifted the curtain of the tent with a whoosh.

The moonlight entered the house, and the sturdy silhouette of the body was completely revealed in front of Feng Chen. The man was about thirty-five years old, and for a hunter he was at the peak of his combat prowess and experience, with his unkempt hair scattered unkemptly at the back of his head, and stubble protruding from his chin. The men's hunting costumes are not made by trade unions or formal workshops, but are made by themselves, and the method of stitching the materials is quite simple, but there is a faint sense of primitive and wild beauty.

"I'm a little overly alert." The hunter also patted the sand on his body and stood up. Now Feng Chen can no longer be called a "boy", the one-star hunter's voice is low and hoarse because of the voice change period that has just passed, and his body has been raised by nearly two fists, and he almost wants to touch the roof of the camp tent when he stands.

"Nightmare?" The man casually looked at it, still like a frightened dust.

"This kind of wet ground is not very comfortable to sleep on." The hunter grinned noncommittally.

"Don't be squeamish," the senior patted Feng Chen's back, "People like you and me, if one day we dream of something good like a pastoral wildflower, it will be almost the end of our lives - do you still want to rest?" ”

"I'm almost awake." The hunter took the knife the man handed him and gently inserted it back into the scabbard in the crook of his leg.

"Well, I'm here to call you out." Kaede turned around and lifted his feet and walked out of the narrow tent, "The camp tent baggage can be thrown here, we still have about sixty kilometers to go until tomorrow night, and we don't need extra weight." ”

"On foot?" Feng Chen grabbed his backpack and weapon from the corner of the camp, and followed the figure of his predecessor in a few steps, "This is different from what we agreed...... What about the airship? ”

"The airship will be," Kaede turned back and looked at the young man who was taking care of his outfit with leopard-like eyes, "but not now. ”

"This area of the submerged forest is the most heavily controlled area of the Hunters' Union, and almost every ten kilometers will intersect with the lanes of patrol airships. We even have to pick the afternoon rain and late at night to walk, and guess what the airship will encounter if it drives here? ”

"Guild patrol ships?" Seal the dust and lock the last buckle on the backpack, and hang the two one-handed swords side by side at the waist.

"No, no...... The doglegs of the union will not reason with people like us. Kaede pointed to the tip of his nose, "If you can't identify yourself, the only thing waiting for us is a large battleship with a dragon lance, the kind with a dragon lance, which can tear our small boat apart with a single blow," he continued walking towards the stake where the herbivorous dragon was tethered, "You better pray that you don't see anything like a dragon spear in your life." ”

Feng Chen pursed his lips with a strange expression, and asked again: "There is more than one way to the east, can't we take a detour from the south?" ”

"The influence of the Hunters' Guild extends across the entire submerged forest, and if we want to get rid of those eyes in the sky, we can only run all the way to the Swamp, where our airships will also run out of supplies, and it will be too late to reach their destination." Kaede shook the herbivorous dragon in front of him, and the pack beast snorted and stood up reluctantly, "If it's convenient, you can change your nationality to become a union eagle dog." We're Shadowhunters, and if you want to eat this bowl of rice, you'll have to get used to it as soon as possible. ”

"It wasn't my choice." Feng Chen muttered in a voice that he could only hear clearly, and reached out to untie the rope of a herbivorous dragon.