The cool breeze blew off the yellow leaves and floated in the air like butterflies.

The clatter of horses' hooves trampled on the green grass and splashed the morning dew.

The middle-aged man rode a horse, put on a simple cloth armor, carried a bow and arrows on his back, and was followed by a large group of elite iron horsemen.

Autumn is the hunting season, and it is also the time when the monsters grow fat and thick.

The child was wrapped in his arms, wearing a small padded jacket with a red face printed on his face.

Instead of feeling irritated and uncomfortable by the bumps in the road, he longed for something cute to pop out of nowhere.

The middle-aged man is a seventh-level late-stage archer and one of the top ten powerhouses in the country.

His biggest hobby is hunting, but being a prince means that he is the future monarch of this country, so when he goes out, he must have an army to protect him.

The middle of the Demon Dou Great Forest was smeared with a layer of orange red.

This is one of the most dangerous places on the continent, and it is home to a large number of ferocious demonic beasts, and even high-level fighters rarely go alone.

It's a quiet haven compared to the outside world.

There is no deceit, no tension, no blood-stained mind.

The scenery of the Demon Dou Great Forest is pleasant, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, if it is not a dangerous place, it is also the first choice for middle-aged men to settle.

People are sometimes strange and would rather live in a deserted forest than sleep on a brocade bed in a palace.

"Whoosh", the arrow quickly left the bow and accurately hit a second-level demonic beast tabby deer, which was already the third demonic beast that the middle-aged man hunted today.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is mighty!!"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has a wonderful shot!!"

The soldiers in the back coaxed one after another, and the middle-aged man smiled faintly, not showing too much excitement.

"Father, you're amazing. The child flapped his little hands, and the black runes on his body writhed.

The middle-aged man dismounted with the child in his arms because he noticed that the tabby deer was still gasping.

A knife was handed to the child and said, "Tian'er, go and give that guy a fatal knife, then it will be your prey." ”

The middle-aged man's face was still kind to the child, because he looked too much like his dead wife, especially his eyes.

A cold light came, and the knife fell on the child's face, and he shook his head: "I can't do it, father. ”

"Huh?" the middle-aged man frowned, "Why, my God." ”

"It's out of combat, I can't bear it. It's better to wait for the day to grow up, and I can hunt it on my own. ”

Children have different kindness, and the seal can lock his abilities, but it can't lock his pursuit of distant places.

"Good boy, my God. The middle-aged man touched the child's head and pulled the arrow from the tiger-striped deer.

Although a lot of blood flowed, the deer was able to understand what the humans meant, and fled the scene with a pout.

Seeing that it was already noon, the middle-aged man ordered to set up camp.

Inside the tent, a simple stove made of firewood is scorching, and a middle-aged man makes today's prey into a barbecue, seasons it, and sandwiches it in a freshly steamed steamed bun.

The thickness of the meat is uniform and moderate, the taste is crispy and salty, and the steamed buns are snow-white and soft.

"It tastes so good, and my father's cooking is the best. "Although the child has a small mouth, he eats quickly, and eats all the things in his hand in three or two clicks.

The middle-aged man made a full cup of tea for his son, and the child drank it in one gulp, the unique freshness of tea evaporated in his mouth, and he felt that the whole person had sublimated to another level.

After eating and drinking, the children fell asleep in the camp.

The tent was illuminated by the afternoon sun, and the middle-aged man squatted in front of the bed and helped wipe the saliva from the corner of his son's mouth.

"Report to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, there is an urgent situation report. The soldier suddenly broke into the curtain, looking extremely embarrassed.

The middle-aged man made a gesture of boos, and the soldier had to lower his voice, "Not far ahead, an army of hundreds of people appeared. ”

"What? Do you see which country it is? ”

"Judging by the markings on the armor, it is the army of our Red Empire, the sworn enemy of our Red Soil Empire. ”

This hunting operation is absolutely secret, and the Gray Rock Empire is fighting with its own country's army on the front line, why did it suddenly split a part of the people and horses to come to the Demon Dou Great Forest, there must be something wrong with it.

"The order is to go down, leave five people to guard this place, and the remaining three hundred elite troops will go into battle with me to resist the enemy army with all my might. ”

The middle-aged man made a decision, and the soldier obeyed when he heard it.

Looking at his sleeping son, the middle-aged man didn't want to disturb, and kissed him on the fat face, because he felt that going to the battlefield meant sacrifice, and then quickly put on his armor and went out to meet the enemy with a bow and arrow.

The child felt some uneasy crampedness, opened his eyes, and faced with the empty tent, sleepiness struck, and the little one fell asleep again.

The elite iron cavalry led by the middle-aged man is the most brave and good fighting force in the Red Clay Empire, all the cavalry is not lower than level five, and it is also a famous town on the mainland.

Soon, three hundred iron cavalry faced five hundred cavalry of the Gray Rock Empire, and the demonic beasts avoided one after another, and the middle-aged man spoke first.

"Where did the wind come from, blowing the army of the Gray Rock Empire over the Demon Dou Great Forest, is it because you are hungry and need to find meat to eat?"

"Don't talk nonsense, kill me all without leaving a piece of armor. From the helmet came the cold words of the leading general, without a flashy opening statement, it seems that this assault has a strong purpose.

"Okay guy, let's die!!" A sound fell, the two armies took out their weapons and fought, and the arrows in the rear rained down, and the quiet Demon Fighting Forest became a temporary battlefield at this moment.

The hues of the dusk between heaven and earth were much inferior to the colorful battle array.

The elite iron cavalry of the Red Empire launched a suicidal offensive.

Their strength is that any cavalry can perfectly cooperate with the rest of the cavalry to maximize the combination of fighting skills, achieving the effect that one plus one is greater than two.

The middle-aged man drew his bow and arrows, and the yellow fighting energy of the light attribute converged.

At the moment when the arrows left the string, ten light arrows were actually separated, and these arrows turned into a powerful beam of light and shot straight at the opposing cavalry, causing many of them to knock down and dismount.

This is the fighting skill of a seventh-level archer powerhouse, multiple streamer arrows.

However, the cavalry knocked down by the Greystone Empire appeared to have been pushed down by the impact of the light arrows, but were not actually injured.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw this scene, could it be because of the armor on their bodies? Or maybe their rank was not low.

Those who can block this fighting skill unscathed are at least at the level of a fifth-level fighter.

This time, is it really as simple as an enemy raid?

Next, the leader of the Greystone Empire drew the giant sword at his waist, which was two meters long.

A gust of wind was blowing, and it was because the greatsword had moved.

"San" !! the limestone leader said the word, and the limestone cavalry in front of him put away their weapons and retreated to the side like an electric shock.

The fighting skill was launched, the giant sword was wrapped in cyan light, and the leaked fighting spirit suddenly became windy, and in the blink of an eye, a gust of wind actually appeared out of thin air.

The wind carried the sharp blades of cyan that sliced the Iron Cavalry's armor to pieces.

"Your Highness beware!!" Several iron cavalrymen were fatally hit by wind blades in order to protect the middle-aged man.

This blow is not simple.,It's a fifth-level fighting skill.,But the reason why there's no explosion is.。。 The middle-aged man realizes that the other party is inappropriate.

On the field, a third of the iron cavalry had fallen.

Caught off guard, an extremely fast arrow of light struck the Greystone Leader's helmet with just the right amount of force to cause the helmet to fall without causing any damage.

"I didn't think it was you, brother. The middle-aged man looked at the man opposite who was somewhat similar to himself and was of a similar age, and said.