The warm sun shone on the mountain trees and streams, and the gentle mountain breeze blew through the wings of the birds and the face of Lore.

After crossing the fallen dead trees, Lore came to a small hillside. The big bluestone not far away lies there quietly, more ancient. The sight of his father having his shoulders cut off by the Wind Sweeping Clawed Dragon's Wind Blade in order to save him came to mind, and Lore's hand was clenched tightly.

There was still some time before the Windswept Clawed Dragon was active, and Lore was ready to set the trap. After more than half a year of training, Lore's hunting skills have matured a lot, and even his father has to praise that Lore has a very high talent in hunting.

Not long ago, Lore relied on a pre-set trap to successfully kill a tiger. When Lore pulled the tiger's corpse back to the mountain village, the small mountain village, which had always been quiet, immediately became lively. Even his father, who had been silent for a long time, smiled brightly and drank a few more glasses of wine that night.

After setting up the ground spike and crossbow, Lore saw the sky darken and knew that the clawed dragon was about to move.

Place the venison prepared in advance at the junction where the clawed dragon may appear. Lore climbed onto a tree and waited patiently.

As for whether there are windswept clawed dragons in this group of clawed dragons, Lore is not very clear, and his observation of this community in the past few days has not seen anything. It's not clear, but Lore was prepared with the presence of a windswept clawed dragon.

Ever since his father had his arm cut off for him and couldn't go hunting in the mountains again, Lore's hatred for the clawed dragon hadn't gone away. But his father never let Lore hunt the clawed dragon. Lore thought that his father was afraid that he would have an accident, but yesterday, when Lore told his father the news of the discovery of the clawed dragon, his father did not say anything, but just told Lore to be careful. Allowed to do so, Lore couldn't wait to kill all the clawed dragons in the vicinity.

When the sound of a rapid stomping on the ground came to his ears, Lore knew that the creature he was waiting for had arrived. Looking down from the tree, a total of three clawed dragons were attracted by Lore's pre-placed venison. Looking at the brown-gray skin of the clawed dragon, Lore knew that it was just an ordinary clawed dragon, and there was no windswept clawed dragon that he wanted to wait for.

As the three-headed clawed dragon lowered its head to nibble on the venison, the crossbow arrow in Lore's hand made a crisp sound, and a crossbow arrow had already been shot into the eye of one of the three clawed dragons.

Lore's father also followed Lore into the mountains after losing his left arm, after all, Lore was just a fledgling rookie at that time, although he was very strong, but he had little experience, and he still needed to be taught by an old bird.

But Lore's ability to always accurately attack the vulnerable parts of the beast when facing his prey made Lore's father sigh too. After following him two or three times, Lore's father chose not to follow him, in his words, Lore was already excellent, both in skill and courage, and now he could become an ace hunter with more experience.

The clawed dragon was shot in the eye and immediately howled in pain, and the other two clawed dragons were also immediately alerted when they saw their companions being attacked, and kept whispering and roaring around.

With the help of the rope tied to the tree in advance, Lore easily swung to another tree, and on the way, the bow and crossbow in Lore's hand were not idle, and shot directly at the other clawed dragon, but unfortunately, the alert clawed dragon easily dodged the crossbow arrow with the breath of death.

Lore, who landed steadily in the tree, cut the rope tied to the tree, which was the fallen log that Lore had prepared. With the attack of the falling wood, the two clawed dragons that were not injured still had a chance to react, while the clawed dragon, which had been blind in one eye, was not so lucky, and was directly hit by the falling wood, and without a scream, it was directly knocked into the air, and lost its breath.

Lore, who was standing in the tree, couldn't help but smile when he saw that the mechanism was in effect and directly helped him solve a clawed dragon. Reloading the bolts, Lore aimed at the other two clawed dragons, who were still a little panicked, and fired.

Although frightened by the falling wood just now, the animal's instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm is still there, and it senses the danger coming. One of them ran straight to the side, while the other was a little sluggish, but instead of letting Lore shoot fatally, he was shot in the stomach.

Lore saw the crossbow arrow shot, and after putting away the crossbow machine, he jumped directly to the ground mountain and faced the two clawed dragons. When the two clawed dragons saw the culprit who had harmed them appear in front of them, they immediately let out an angry roar and headed straight for Lore.

Seemingly frightened by the clawed dragon, Lore turned and ran. But how can the speed of human beings be comparable to that of the clawed dragon, which is known for its speed, in an instant, the clawed dragon's bloody mouth has opened behind Lore, and Lore can clearly feel the hot air spewing from the nose of the clawed dragon.

But just as the clawed dragon was about to open its bloody mouth and bite down, Lore suddenly accelerated, and then jumped up suddenly. The clawed dragon stepped on the trap arranged by Lore in advance, and the clawed dragon that could not stop fell directly into the trap, and then Lore heard a miserable scream, and he didn't need to look to know that this clawed dragon would not survive, after all, Lore had put a dozen or so ground thorns made of wood underneath.

Seeing his companions being killed one by one by the humans in front of him, the last clawed dragon was a little timid. It stopped, looked around, and then chose a direction and ran away, but how could Lore let it get its wish.

Shaped like a cheetah, Lore pounced on the clawed dragon with the short blade his father had given him at the bar mitzvah.

The sharp short blade plunged directly into the neck of the clawed dragon, and the clawed dragon that was in pain immediately jumped violently. Lore, who was hanging from the dragon's body, kicked the clawed dragon's belly with both legs, separating it from the clawed dragon.

Suddenly, there was a force in the abdomen that made the clawed dragon a little unsteady on its feet. But Lore's repeated attacks also completely stimulated the wildness of the clawed dragon. After an angry roar, the clawed dragon did not continue to escape, but chose to come face to face with Lore. This is exactly what Lore wants, otherwise relying on the traps he has placed, Lore would have been able to kill all of them before the clawed dragons even found themselves.

As the clawed dragon roared and rushed towards him, Lore did not choose to dodge, but confronted the clawed dragon head-on. When the clawed dragon's bloody mouth bit at him, Lore crossed sideways with the clawed dragon and missed, the short blade in his hand stabbed the clawed dragon's neck, and then with the inertia of sprinting backwards, he cut a long cut in the clawed dragon's body.

But the wound on the clawed dragon's body looked heavy, but Lore knew that such an injury was not a very serious injury for the clawed dragon, and Lore did not pierce much, only a superficial injury.

Before Lore could stabilize his body, he felt a gust of wind coming at him, and the tail of the clawed dragon swept towards Lore's face.

During the initial battle with the other beasts, Lore was wounded by the beast's tail sweep. After that, whenever he was close to the back of the beast's tail, Lore paid extra attention. At the same time as the clawed dragon's tail swept over, Lore was short, and actually dodged directly under the tail. Moreover, Lore also took out the crossbow behind his back and aimed it at the hip of the clawed dragon.

Injured in the body and hit another arrow in the hip, the originally angry clawed dragon roared in the sky again, and the original brownish-gray scale armor began to transform into blue-gray. A faint wind element began to linger around the clawed dragon.

Sure enough, Lore's expression darkened. On that day, the Wind Sweeping Claw did not really exist from the beginning, but there was a Clawed Dragon on the verge of evolution, and then because of Lore's stimulation, the Clawed Dragon became the Wind Sweeping Clawed Dragon, and Lore's father lost an arm because of it.

In fact, after that day, Lore was very curious about why a windswept clawed dragon beast suddenly appeared in the population of the clawed dragon that his father had been observing for many days. It is impossible not to discover it in my father's experience, and the only possibility is that the appearance of the windswept clawed dragon was accidental.

The situation in front of us now shows that the severed arm of his father is Lore's problem. For a moment, Lore fell into self-blame.

But the clawed dragon on the other side, no matter what state you are in now, the clawed dragon, whose scale armor has completely turned blue-gray, roared and rushed towards Lore again. By the side of the clawed dragon, the lingering wind elemental had turned into small wind blades, cutting off everything that stood in the way of the clawed dragon's advance.

Just as the clawed dragon was about to rush in front of Lore. The battle instinct cultivated by fighting the beast for a long time freed Lore from self-blame, and the short blade in his hand was horizontal in front of him, blocking the intrusive wind blade. Lore then quickly pulled back the distance from the Windswept Clawed Dragon.

Looking at the windswept clawed dragon standing in place, panting and roaring in a low voice, Lore knew the battle was over.

The burden of forcing oneself to evolve in battle was too great, and the damage it suffered in the battle with Lore made it impossible for the body of the Wind Sweeper Claw Dragon to withstand the side effects of evolution. The wound on his abdomen began to bleed more, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes, which were originally red and furious, began to become cloudy.

Lore saw the appearance of the Wind Sweeping Clawed Dragon, and knew that as long as he slowly consumed this beast, he would die violently due to the side effects of evolution.

But Lore would not do so, and since you have left one of my father's arms here, then leave your lives here.

Lore's feet slammed into the ground and shot towards the Windswept Clawed Dragon. The Windswept Clawed Dragon, which was already a little shaky, also rushed towards Lore after letting out a weak roar when he saw Lore attacking again.

The two intersected, and Lore wiped the blood from the short blade and put it away. Turning around and walking towards the clawed dragon that had fallen to the ground, looking at the clawed dragon that had been killed, Lore took out a special knife that could dig open the clawed dragon's skull, and then took out the light cyan crystal nucleus from the clawed dragon's brain.

In the setting sun, Lore saw from afar that his father was already sitting under the tree in front of the house, smoking a dry cigarette. In the smoke, Lore saw that his father's back seemed to bend a little more.

He walked up to his father and put the pale cyan crystal nucleus into his father's hand. Looking at the crystal nucleus in his hand and looking up at Lore again, Lore's father sighed softly and did not speak. Lore didn't say anything, just sat down next to his father and enjoyed the beautiful sunset with him.