As the sun sets, in the desolate Gobi, under a huge rock that has been successfully slimmed down by weathering, under its huge shadow reflected by the setting sun.

A giant beast in light green armor was curled up, lying comfortably in the shadows in a large man-made pit, snorting and sleeping.

Bursts of loud snoring sounds, rhythmically emitted with the movement of his belly.

The hideous light green armor that covered the giant beast's body was covered with some hideous scars everywhere.

These scars hung like medals of glory on the body of the desert tyrant Bangira, showing his experience of battle.

Ten meters away from Banjira, there are a large number of maned werewolves and rock dogs in the form of day and night.

In the eyes of every desert wolf here, they showed a respectful and fanatical gaze when they looked at Bangira. They were guarding Banjira like the stars holding the moon.

Another large pit next to this desert tyrant Bangira has been filled with all kinds of rocks and different kinds of rock-based elf corpses.

But even the pit was almost overwhelmed, under the direction of one of the maned werewolves closest to Banjira.

Some of the maned werewolves who came back one after another, they also continued to fill the rest of the pit with various kinds of prey in their mouths.

"Huh~~" A snoring sound reached its highest point, and suddenly, pop~", a hypnotic bubble on Bangira's nose burst, and Bangira also opened a pair of somewhat hazy eyes, and then quickly rolled over from the big pit.

Banjira looked up at the sky, which had begun to darken a little, opened her mouth, rubbed her still sleepy eyes with her hands, and then let out a long yawn from her mouth.

After the long yawn ended, the next moment, Bangira's eyes regained their clarity, and his vicious eyes looked around, and the power of the Heavenly King level instantly burst out from him, and the majesty of the Desert Tyrant exploded in full force.

For a while, the entire Gobi suddenly rolled up a sandstorm that also hurried and hurried, and at this time, all the mane werewolves also hung down their big tails, bowed their heads, and respectfully prostrate under the majesty of the desert tyrant.

Banjira glanced out of the corner of his eye at the large pit that had been filled and overflowed, then turned his head and nodded at the leader of the Maned Werewolf (Night Form) who was looking at him respectfully with his tail down, and retracted his might.

Then Bangira came out of the sleeping pit he had made, and then sat on the sand next to the pit full of food, and began to stretch out his strong hands and quickly shove the food from the pit into his big mouth.

It's not clear why, but judging by the current relationship between Banjira and the leader of the Maned Werewolves, it seems that this one Banjira dominates the desert wolves and uses them to gather food for themselves.

In the same way, Banjira has correspondingly provided the necessary backing support for this desert wolf pack, and a more mutually beneficial symbiotic relationship has been formed between the two.

Of course, this relationship is still dominated by Bangira, and the entire desert wolf pack is the servant.

"Click~~" Under the rhythmic gnawing sound of Banjira, the food in the pit shrank at an alarming rate.

Soon, Bangira had eaten all the food in the pit, but Bangira didn't seem to be full, and his belly was only slightly bulging.

Looking at the large pit that was already empty, Banjira touched his slightly bulging belly, and then turned his head to look at the maned werewolves crawling around him with some dissatisfaction, with a greedy look in his eyes.

Under the greedy gaze of Bangira, who was full of appetite, this group of mane werewolves suddenly shivered in unison, lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Bangira, and shivered in place.

Fortunately, Bangira finally withdrew this dissatisfied gaze, and then raised his head, looking at the moon that had appeared in the sky in a daze, as if waiting for something.

At this time, the sunset is also about to set on the horizon, and the night in the desert is about to fall.

And at this point in time, the sound of running came from outside the Gobi, although the sound was still relatively small because it was far away from here, but Bangira and the mane werewolves were also keenly aware of it.

For a moment, Banjira and the maned werewolves all had sly eyes on their faces, and then they began to hide in the Gobi at great speed, patiently waiting for the prey to come to the door by themselves.

They knew that when night fell, the real hunting had just begun, and this Gobi, which could provide a foothold at night, was a perfect hunting ground.

You might even be able to eat some of the fresher foods, such as the odd creatures that are small but quite juicy.

It's close, it's close, the footsteps are very close, but to the surprise of these lurking predators, the hurried footsteps suddenly disappeared, and the prey that came to the door did not enter the Gobi for a long time.

The patience of the desert tyrant Banjira is far less than that of the desert wolf, and seeing that the prey has not entered the Gobi for a long time, he has also lost his little interest in playing with the prey, wanting to get out of the deep sand and then catch the prey that is sent to the door from the front.

In his food dictionary, a boiled duck tries to escape his big mouth.

Just as Bangira was about to emerge from the sand, the sound of suddenly disappearing footsteps reappeared.

Although I thought it was a little strange, seeing that the prey sent to the door continued to perform according to the previous script, Bangira's little interest in playing with the prey came up again.

After all, it was his usual favorite entertainment, so he decided to wait a little longer.

Banjira was still quite fond of the simple and fun game of cat and mouse, and he was excited when he thought of the desperate look on his prey's face when he suddenly saw them, and then began to run away in a frenzy.

"Hurry up, hurry up, my cute little mouse, come over quickly, hahaha~~" Bangira thought as she squinted her eyes in the sand, and unconsciously, she smiled viciously and smugly.

After more than ten seconds, the prey finally came, and judging from the hurried footsteps, there were still a lot of prey.

When all the prey was completely in the Gobi and stopped, Bangira and the maned werewolves hiding under the sand also came out of the sand little by little.

For a time, the Gobi, which was completely plunged into darkness, lit up with a large number of scarlet eyes.

To be continued.......