Claudius watched from afar as the white hunter approached the three unlucky ones, and although any giant could be as tall as three or four pale hunters in terms of size, it seemed that the three giants were more like chickens. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info saw that the red dragon smacked his lips, and expressed great contempt for the giants' combat prowess - he didn't want to think about it, giants were just hills, two-headed and one-eyed beasts, not cloud giants, frost giants, and even more distant from the Titans, three such giants faced with a pale hunter who was born to be a legend, what kind of fate would there be?

Fortunately, the Pale Hunter will only fight for an hour according to the rules on every night of pursuit, and the limit of this hour is all the hope of these three guys - in other words, Claudius has just figured it out, each Pale Hunter is generally only aimed at one prey according to the rules, and now there must be a target among the three giants, and the other two are brought in by this unlucky guy to help..... "When did these evil giants have such a precious friendship?" It's a life-saving friendship. The red dragon also felt really moved, it was so touched, for friendship or for some unlucky people to be caught by their close relatives with such a big pigtail and had to work hard.

Sure enough, the process of the battle was not surprising at all, even if he had already known that the giant would definitely not be able to compare with the Pale Hunter who far surpassed the Legendary Road in terms of agility, but seeing that the Pale Hunter could easily suppress the three hunters in terms of strength, the red dragon still sighed a little. "I remember that the strength of this thing is still above agility, and it is far beyond the legend of mortals, but looking at it like this, I'm afraid that even the physique is above these three fools, can it be doubled? This product is so capable of fighting, Lao Tzu can't handle it now! Claudius pursed his mouth, although he had always been very confident in his own strength, but now in human form, he really couldn't handle the pale hunter in front of him - if Lysa was in front of Claudius now, the red dragon would definitely not say a word, either return to its original form or run away quickly.

As he thought about these questions, the three giants were almost finished—all three of them had put their hopes on holding out for an hour, but they together did not survive even three minutes. The equally white sword in the Pale Hunter's hand sliced through the heavy weapons in the hands of the three fellows with great ease, and slashed at the vital points of the three fellows - the long sword that could have chopped them to pieces seemed to become a blunt weapon, knocking the three giants to the ground completely and into a coma - just one more breath than the dead. Then the pale hunter raised his finger, and out of the cold mist ran out of a white horse, the white hunter turned on his horse, turned his horse's head and ran into the mist, and the three giants behind him seemed to be caught in a white rope lasso, half-suspended in the air as if they had lost their weight, and were dragged away by the white horse.

The moment the white hunter disappeared into the mist, the creature turned around and pointed his finger at Claudius' location. "Aha? Think this is me the target of your next hunt? Twenty-eight days later? What a damn guy. Claudius couldn't help laughing, but he didn't care at all, he should have already returned to his dragon form by then, and Hell Island was a subtropical tropical atmosphere, unless he went to the high altitude at the top of the volcano, there would definitely be no full moon night below zero.

After a small interlude, the red dragon continued through the wilderness. The tribal hunters circled in a huge arc, and the real distance was only about twenty kilometers away. And it looked like they were almost there—the red dragon could feel quite a bit of breath—and the breath of intelligent creatures was completely different from that of migrating herbivores.

Now that he had almost discovered the place, Claudius didn't bother to continue swaying, and this guy directly sped up. After about half an hour he saw the place - a flat land surrounded by small hills, basically a circle with a radius of one kilometer, scattered with many tents made of leather or cloth made of some kind of plant fiber, but there were also several houses made of logs, and Claudius even saw a hole dug in the ground, and then the excavated earth was made into a semicircle to cover the hole in a "house". There are only two ways to enter this place, one is a river flowing into this place and the other is a stone bridge that flows out of this place, and there are several humanoid creatures with weapons guarding the bridge.

Claudius, who was moving in a straight line, a little faster than the hunters, made his way to the camp with his body out of his face. "Hey! Stranger! Stop! Such a roar rang out as the red dragon approached the camp, "A mixture of orc and lingua franca?" It's a real mess. The red dragon sighed in dragon language mixed with Chinese. Claudius didn't want to start a conflict, so he stopped and asked in a loud voice, "Have you ever seen a Braci wolf?" ”

Of course, there was no response to such a simple and crude question, and the answer was about a series of red dragons doing nonsense, and telling him not to go any further until the people in the camp had carefully examined him. I have to say that Claudius is an extremely rare good temper among the red dragons, and he didn't get angry when he met such treatment, he just waited there calmly. But good-natured was time-limited, and fortunately the men in the camp arrived before Claudius could get impatient. Claudius has a sword, a set of Mithril chain mail, and a space bag all over his body - this is simply a super rich person, okay!

But the people in this camp seemed to be of the more modest type, not so murderous as to overdo it—but Claudius could come up with at least five or six reasons for not doing so, the biggest of which was that the other party understood that it was not a good kind to be able to come to this place alone...... The Red Dragon, who is also considered a kind dragon, asked two questions again in the camp, "Where can I find the Braci wolf and the thorn-tailed lynx?" There are definitely both creatures in this place. If you tell me, then these things are yours. The red dragon poured out a bunch of daggers made of cold iron from the space bag, which was the "surprise" he found when he checked the space bag.

In this place, gold coins are mostly useless, and such weapons seem to be more effective as hard currency than gold coins. Indeed, there was an old elf with a wooden staff on his face, and answered his question: "From here to the north, to the north to the land of the seven hills, and you will find those things..... and then he flatly refused Claudius' request to find a guide, and the people in the camp said that they did not want to die yet, but were willing to point him in the direction - along the wolf weeds all the way north, Claudius would sooner or later find the beasts that could eat his last bone. By the way, now half of the people in this camp already see him as a dead man, and the other half say that this is really a rare warrior with a noble brain!