In the secluded mountains and forests, the sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and falls on the ground, dappled with light and shadow. Lore and his father walked on the mountain path, and his father was silent along the way, but Lore was excited and apprehensive in his heart. Because I entered the mountain today for my own coming-of-age ceremony.

In Hardwood, men are considered adults when they reach the age of thirteen. In the villages of Lore, where every family lives by hunting, when a man reaches adulthood, he has to go into the mountains alone to hunt a wild beast as his own rite of passage. Lore had not followed his father into the mountains and forests before, and Lore had protested, but his father directly rejected Lore's request. When today's father offered to take Lore into the mountains, Lore was not only surprised, but also afraid. This is the fear of the unknown situation in the mountains and forests, and it is also the fear that Lore is afraid that he will not meet his father's requirements. So, his father's silence made Lore even more uneasy.

The two walked through several hillsides, and the sun gradually set in the west. Lore followed in his father's footsteps and didn't ask them where they were going.

After walking another hill, Lore's father stopped suddenly, crouched down and picked up a pinch of dirt on the ground and sniffed it on the tip of his nose, then swept away the dead leaves on the ground, leaking a dark brown soil. Then he stood up and took in his surroundings again, and then said to Lore, "This is our destination. You're going to hunt a clawed dragon with me today!" Lore was taken aback, and he couldn't understand why his father had made such a decision.

The Clawed Dragon is the most ferocious beast in the vicinity of Hardwood Town, and only the bravest hunters in the village dare to hunt the Clawed Dragon, and Lore's father is one of them. It's just that he hunted alone and took Lore with him was a completely different concept, and Lore was entering the mountain for the first time. Could it be that my father was so relieved of himself?

Lore's father didn't seem to sense Lore's nervousness, he just told Lore to stay here and prepare to set the trap, then turned around and left.

After his father left, Lore looked at the lonely woods around him, a little frightened, he felt that a fierce monster lurked in the depths of this mountain forest, waiting for the moment when he relaxed, and then bitten his throat.

Although he was afraid, after all, Lore lived at the foot of the mountain, and after adjusting to the fact that he was alone, Lore began to set the trap that his father had requested. As for the living habits of the clawed dragon, Lore also knows a little about it. They hunt in groups, but they are alone when eating, they like carrion, they are fast, and their front paws are extremely sharp, and they can easily tear apart the fur of hollow-toothed deer. Although the clawed dragon moves quickly, it has an Achilles' heel, that is, its sense of hearing is not developed, and in hunting, the clawed dragon relies more on speed and developed sense of smell to find decomposing corpses.

Lore prepared the materials for the trap, but was a little at a loss. His father had found the trail of the clawed dragon, but Lore had no idea where the clawed dragon would come from, so how could he set the trap? Remember, they were lambs to the slaughter only if they had mastered all the habits of their prey. Remembering what his father had told him, it dawned on him that as long as there was a rotting corpse, the clawed dragon's area would be fixed in one place, and it would be enough to place traps around that place.

After looking around, Lore found a protruding rock, and if you put the body there, you could see the movement on the rock clearly no matter where you were in it. Without further ado, Lore arranged the traps and crossbows around the rock, and at the end did not forget to sprinkle some feces from other animals to eliminate his own smell.

After a long time, Lore's father finally came from a distance, carrying the carcass of a hollow-toothed deer on his shoulder. Looking at the carcass of the empty tooth deer, which had obviously just been hunted, Lore looked at his father with some puzzlement. Lore's father didn't say a word, he took out a small bottle from his backpack and poured out some brownish-black powder from it, and when the brownish-black powder was sprinkled on the carcass of the hollow-toothed deer, a foul smell came from the carcass of the hollow-toothed deer. Lore couldn't stand the smell at all and almost vomited, while his father behaved indifferently, "This is the powder of corpse rotting grass, and when sprinkled on the corpse, it will cause the corpse to decay quickly." The clawed dragon is nocturnal, and now that it is getting late, the clawed dragon will soon come out to feed. How are your traps prepared?" "I thought of my father that you would prepare a carrion, so I chose the place where the carrion was placed, and the traps were all arranged around that rock. Lore pointed to the rocky road not far away. Lore's father praised Lore twice after seeing the trap set by Lore. He then took out a bottle from the package and sprinkled the brown powder evenly on the carcass of the hollow-toothed deer, "This is the powder of the anesthetic grass, which the clawed dragon will have a slight anesthetic effect when it eats the carrion. Lore was very excited to hear his father's praise, after all, his father rarely praised himself. Then I saw that my father had prepared so properly for hunting the clawed dragon, and I admired my father even more.

When everything was ready, Lore and his father began to prepare to lure the Sharpclaw Dragon to feed. They threw a few pieces of carrion not far from the carcass of the hollow-toothed deer to attract the clawed dragon. Then they both climbed the tree and waited quietly.

Time ticked by, and half of the sun in the west was already hidden beneath the mountains. Lore couldn't help but feel a little irritable, not only about the slowness of the clawed dragon, but also about the panic of surviving in the mountains in the dark. At this moment, Lore's hand was suddenly grasped by his father, looking at his father's bearded and vicissitudes of life. Lore's heart was inexplicably calmer, he felt a glimmer of security, and he no longer panicked about what was about to happen.

Sa... Sa... Sa... It wasn't long before the footsteps of the clawed dragon could be heard from the foothills. Lore held his breath and hid his thoughts, like a dead branch in a tree, lifeless.

Four or five clawed dragons appeared below the hillside and galloped towards the carcass of the toothed deer, surrounding the carcass. The clawed dragon seemed to wonder why there was a corpse of a forest deer here, constantly sniffing with its nose and scratching the corpse of the hollow-toothed deer with its front paws, as if trying to find something. After a while, a clawed dragon seemed to be hungry and jumped directly on the carcass of the hollow-toothed deer and tore it off. When the other clawed dragons saw it, they no longer hesitated, and they also jumped up and bit directly. Soon after, the hollow-toothed deer was dismembered. Lore looked at his father and asked what he was going to do next. Lore's father told Lore to rest and wait.

The clawed dragon on the rock shred the toothed deer, hissed, and began to scatter and run away. "It's now!" Lore's father suddenly shouted, and the bow and arrow in his hand were like a blast of wind, and instantly shot into the neck of a clawed dragon. Frightened by the sudden attack, the clawed dragon began to flee in all directions. In the panic, a clawed dragon was caught by the trap arranged by Lore in advance, and the painful wail resounded through the mountains and forests, startling a flock of forest birds.

Following his father's attack, Lore began to attack the clawed dragon that had been caught in the trap by the beast. Except that this clawed dragon succumbed to its injuries and fell to the ground. The other clawed dragons, including the one with the arrow in the neck, had discovered that the attack was coming from the tree, and they began to stop panicking and began to move towards the tree where Lore was.

When he saw that the clawed dragon was already less than twenty meters away from him, Lore was a little anxious, the height of the tree he was in was not enough to make him safe. Lore looked at his father beside him, wondering what he could do. It's just that Lore's father is still very calm. The bow and arrow in his hand were still shooting. "Father, they're coming. Lore said anxiously. "Don't panic, take a closer look," Lore's father reprimanded. The first time Lore faced the clawed dragon, he completely forgot what he had learned on weekdays, and when his father reminded him, Lore found that there were a few clawed dragons that were not very smooth in their running movements, and seemed to be a little unstable.

However, Lore and his father did not notice that one of these clawed dragons was not only unstable, but also much faster than the others. When Lore's father noticed the anomaly, the clawed dragon suddenly stopped, and the air around its body began to distort. Several wind blades unexpectedly appeared beside this clawed dragon. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" With the sound of breaking through the air, several trees around the big tree where Lore was located were cut off by the wind blade. "Quick, jump. After Lore's father finished speaking, he jumped directly to the ground. Lore rolled on the ground a few times in embarrassment.

"I didn't expect it to be a Wind Sweeping Claw Dragon Demonic Beast, but depending on the situation, it should be a demonic beast that has been mutated into some herb by mistake, otherwise those few wind blades just now will be enough to make the two of us finished." Lore's father pulled Lore behind a tree and explained to Lore. It was the first time Lore had heard the term, and although he didn't know exactly what kind of beast it was, it was certainly more dangerous than ordinary beasts. Now, Lore and his father are facing not only the three-headed clawed dragon, but also an even more dangerous windswept clawed dragon demonic beast.

Since Lore and his father hid behind a tree, there was an eerie silence in the forest. Lore waited behind the tree for a long time without waiting for the clawed dragon's attack, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange. At this time, Lore's father's face changed greatly, "Lore run." With that, Lorre's father pulled Lor and ran down the hill. Lore didn't know why, but when he saw that the big tree that he was hiding behind just now was cut off and a clawed dragon appeared in front of them, Lore instantly understood that the clawed dragon did not attack just now, but secretly surrounded them. Fortunately, there was an old hunter called his father, otherwise the fallen tree would have been the fate of him and his father.

"Quick, go ahead and scatter this bag of powder over there in the mountains and forests, and I'll drag these beasts. Lore's father shoved a packet of powder into Lore's hand, then pointed to the mountain forest on the left. "Father, how could I abandon you. Lore had completely misunderstood his father's thoughts, thinking that he was going to stay behind himself so that he could escape. "Don't talk nonsense, the sooner you come back, the more Lao Tzu will survive, get out!" Lore glanced at his father and ran towards the mountains and forests on the left.

Lore's father was a little relieved to see Lore's distant figure, and then his eyes became firm. He stood still, and aimed his bow and arrows at the oncoming clawed dragon.

Lore didn't know what his father had given him, and all he wanted now was to finish the packet of powder so he could go back to help him. It's just that it's getting late, and the mountain road is difficult to walk, and Lore fell several times after a while. Fortunately, the powder in my hand was still safely held in my arms.

Not knowing how far he had run, Lore felt like he had run to where his father had requested. He began to throw the powder in his arms into the air, and the evening breeze blew through the mountains and forests, and the powder drifted around with the mountain wind. Lore saw that the powder in his hand had been thrown, and that he didn't care what it did, so he turned and ran back the way he came.

After only a few steps, Lore heard a rumbling sound behind him, and as the rumble got closer and closer, Lore slowly slowed down and ran behind a large tree to observe the situation. After a while, Lore noticed a group of giant claw beasts running wildly as if in estrus, and the direction was exactly the way Lore came. As soon as Lore saw the Giant Palm Beast, it suddenly dawned on him that the current season happened to be the Giant Palm Beast's estrus season, and the powder his father gave him should be something that stimulated the Giant Palm Beast to estrus. The father was saved. Lorre suddenly became excited, and he hurried to catch up with the Giant Palm.

When Lore returned to the place where he had just fought, he found that the scene was in shambles, and there were traces of the trampling of the Giant Palm Beast everywhere. The corpses of several Giant Palm Beasts were cut into several pieces and scattered on the ground, and next to the Giant Palm Beast corpse were the corpses of the Clawed Dragon, all of which were curved and seemed to have been killed by the Giant Palm Beast. And the demonic beast Wind Sweeping Claw Dragon was nowhere to be seen, and Lore's father was also missing. Lore hurriedly looked around, and finally found some blood stains on a tree, and along the bloodstains, Lore actually found a broken arm, which was left by Lore's father, and there was still some powder left behind, and there were some powder traces intermittently not far away. Lordon was in a hurry, could it be that his father had been killed by the clawed dragon and dragged away by it?

Lore quickly followed the traces left by the powder, and finally found his father lying on the side of a rock. Lore hurried over to check on his father's injuries, only to find that he was unconscious, and not far away, the body of the windswept clawed dragon lay there quietly, quiet in the moonlight. "Father, father. Seeing that he could not wake his father up, Lore quickly opened his father's backpack and applied the hemostatic medicine in it to the severed arm. Looking at the left arm that was no longer bleeding, Lore could no longer hold back the tears he wanted to stay, if he could be stronger, his father would not have become like this.

After crying silently for a while, Lore stood up, and he looked around, remembering the way he had just walked. Then he lifted his father on his back, and by the light of the moon, Lore walked slowly.

In the dark cave, Lore's father woke up slowly, he opened his eyes and saw Lore sitting on the ground, looking at the clothes covering his body, Lore's father smiled, and then tried to stand up, but one was unsteady and fell to the ground. Only then did he realize that his left arm had been severed by the Wind Sweeping Clawed Dragon's Wind Blade. "Father, are you awake?" Lorr heard the movement and hurriedly ran to his father's side, "Father is all my fault, he couldn't help you, if I could be stronger, you wouldn't have lost your arm." "Son, since the first time I went into the mountains to hunt, I was ready to die in the mountains. This time I just lost an arm, and it didn't get in the way. Don't cry!" Lore's father comforted, "Father" Lore wanted to say something, he stopped Lore directly, and then said, "I'm hungry, get me something to eat." "Hmm!" Lore hurriedly took the meat of the golden and delicate giant palm beast that had been roasted to his father, and watched his father take a big bite of the roasted meat in one hand, and Lore's tears couldn't help but flow down again. "Child, if you don't have the consciousness of death, don't go into the mountain again next time. My son is not a crying coward!" reprimanded Lore's father. "Yes, father. When Lore heard this, he stopped weeping. He just turned his back and silently nibbled on the barbecue.

"Alas" Lore's father sighed silently as he looked at Lore's still twitching shoulders.

Outside the cave, the bright moonlight sprinkled on the forest, everything was so quiet and peaceful, as if there had never been a killing in the mountain forest.