The winter sun hung obliquely in the south, and he walked alone through the moor all morning, without seeing a single figure or a beast.

He sat on a meadow, roasting on a fire, eating dry food, and staring at the distant horizon ahead, on which tall white thatch rolled up layers of grass, pushing forward wave after wave, making a monotonous rattle, and nothing else.

He slowly moved his gaze to the distant sky, and suddenly he was startled. In the distant sky, countless tiny black dots suddenly appeared, and the groups of black dots quickly approached the north.

Ling Yu looked at it carefully. I didn't care, but I had a faint bad premonition. He found that the flock of birds was flying extremely fast, and it could not be ordinary wild birds.

He looked at it a few more times, and suddenly he seemed to think of something, and he stood up, glanced around, and saw that not far to the west, there was a sparse dead forest, and under the woods was a large dense thicket.

He extinguished the fire as fast as he could, took his backpack and knife in hand, and began to flee towards the west.

A huge black shadow was like a cloud shadow, and in the blink of an eye, it swept across the wasteland, and as soon as he stepped into the forest, the black shadow rushed to the sky. For a while, the wind was blowing, and the fishy smell permeated the surroundings.

Ling Yu threw himself to the ground, using his hands and feet together, struggling to burrow into the bushes. Through the thick, hard branches of the bushes, he saw countless huge black shadows sweeping overhead with the sound of the wind, and began to hover over the trees with strange screams.

It was a huge bat, waving its wings more than ten meters long, its copper-brown wing membrane slightly translucent in the sunlight, and several simple but efficient phalanges could be seen clearly.

"Ah~, ah~"

Several ghost-headed dragons hovered above Ling Yu's head and refused to leave, swooping down from time to time, and then climbing rapidly, as if trying to grab Ling Yu out of the low grass and trees. The wings flapped and the wind was mixed with an indescribable stench, which made the dead trees rattle and the leaves fell like snowflakes.

"Oh my God!" Ling Yu shuddered, frightened in his heart, and muttered in his mouth, "So many ghost-headed dragons. "Obviously, the Ghost Head Dragon had spotted Ling Yu hiding in the bushes, but it couldn't pounce. Ling Yu roughly estimated that the number of this group of ghost-headed dragons was no less than a thousand, and they were all crowded in the air, like a large dark cloud.

These ghost-headed dragons are the main air power of the Baro people, and their strength is between the silver four stars and the silver five stars, and they have appeared in large numbers in the battles of the five cities in the south of the mountain and the altar mountain.

Fortunately, these ghost-headed dragons didn't entangle Ling Yu too much, otherwise it would have been miserable. The Ghost Head Dragon circled twice, and finally gave up its attack on Ling Yu, and after one of them let out a long, mournful roar, it continued to fly north. They flew so fast that they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ling Yu settled in the bushes, and his heart trembled at the thought of the ghost-headed dragon that was attacking like a dark cloud. He slowly retreated from the bushes. Two spikes in the bushes scratched his face and hands. He snorted twice in reproach and retreated out of the woods.

He slapped off the branches and leaves on his body, and ran south without looking back like a frightened bird.

It's not a good place to take a walk, so it's better to get out of the way. The Oni-headed Dragon marched northward, something was wrong, the Oni-headed Dragon was mostly in the territory of the Barrows in the southeast of the empire, and it was the combat unit of the Barrows, which was extremely rare in other places. Maybe in two days, they'll be back.

Looking at the army of ghost dragons in the distance, Ling Yu felt very powerless. If you want to deal with a single ghost-headed dragon, I'm afraid you have to reach the strength of a silver four-star, right? Each of them is more than ten meters long, and such a large group of ghost-headed dragons is really powerless. Are the Barrows going to war against the Empire again?

Ling Yu thought as he walked, and gradually began to pay attention to the groves or bushes in the wasteland. In fact, in the more than ten years of the armistice, it was very rare for people to encounter ghost dragons when they went out, and even if there were, there were only three or two, and no one had ever seen such a large-scale ghost head dragon invasion.

The old hunter Fan Songling had already told him how to dodge, so he reacted so quickly when he saw the Ghost Head Dragon just now, otherwise, I am afraid it would have become the Ghost Head Dragon's lunch by now.

In the vast wasteland, only woods or shrubs from these places can temporarily stop the attack of the ghost-headed dragon. It would be best if you could find a ruin to hide from the Oni-Headed Dragons. It's just that most of the ruins in this wasteland are a thousand years ago, and it is really difficult to find a place where you can avoid the attack of the ghost dragon.

Besides, Ling Yu had to keep rushing to the south, and it was impossible for him to stay in the wasteland for many years. Therefore, the woods or bushes along the road are his best choice.

He began to deliberately walk south along the bushes or woods, sometimes far away, but with some security. The same goes for sleeping at night, and he has to pitch his tent in the woods to sleep peacefully.

After a whole day of walking, in the evening, a high slope of barren grass appeared in front of him, like an ancient, winding and irregularly into the distance. I had never seen such a high slope Ling Yu in the past few days of walking.

If Ling Yu hadn't deliberately looked for the bushes during the day, he would probably have bypassed far away. He found a small pond at the end of the plant belt. Although the pond has long been frozen, the ice does not seem to be very thick.

The sun sank to the horizon, illuminating the tall and low dead trees and grass in front of him. The small pond was also immersed in the red light of the sun, faintly, like a piece of red jade. In the shallow water, a large field of reeds protruded from the roots of the ice, like steel needles, whistling in the light wind.

Although the wind was not strong, the air was still cold. Ling Yu sighed into the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands, and carefully stepped onto the ice. He stomped on the ice twice, and the ice made a solid sound. He turned and went ashore, found a stone the size of a basin, and smashed it five or six times in a row, and a stream of clear water splashed out and overflowed along the smooth ice.

He excitedly took out the kettle, filled it with water, and then squatted on the edge of the pit to wash his face. He had barely washed his face since he left the Red Villa.

He stood up, letting the ice wind blow on his wet face, the biting coldness bringing him sobriety and tranquility. He slowly walked away from the pond, kicking a fist-sized block of ice with his worn sneakers. Then he sat on a stone in the woods, alone admiring the quiet dusk of the forest.

A gust of wind blew, and the faint sound of a car engine was heard, Ling Yu quickly stood up and looked up to the west.

In the vast western wilderness, a convoy of four or five off-road vehicles slowly drove here, and a part of the roof shone with the afterglow of the setting sun, particularly striking in the blue sky.

Ling Yu was slightly surprised in his heart.

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