The voices in the grass are getting closer, closer and closer......

It was soft, fainter than the beating of a dying man's heartbeat, softer than a mother caressing the cheek of a sleeping child, but our barbarian adventurers could still spot it in time with their keen sense.

Except for Barrett, it was obviously impossible for anyone else in the campfire to hear it, but that didn't stop them from noticing his unusual behavior.

"Hey, big man, what's going on?, why did you pull out your sword all of a sudden?" the coachman stood up and tightened his grip on the stick. He whispered to Barritt, "Did you find something strange?"

With his words, everyone else around the campfire became nervous, except for the old man who was still asleep.

"Oh my God, what is it? Could it be a wolf? How many wolves? It can't be a whole pack of wolves. What should we do? Quick, coachman, let's get out of here!" The fat man hid behind the coachman, his body trembling.

"Shhhhh

Although everyone else was nervous, the barbarian was not worried at all at this time. Whether it's a wolf, a goblin, a giant spider, a fire ant, a kobold, a gnolll, or a lizardman, whatever it is, Barrett is confident that he will completely destroy it with his sword.

He has a calm self-confidence born from his proficiency in martial arts

After all, there is no such thing as a huge boiling water element, and there are no hot springs nearby.

The little girl who had been hiding in her mother's arms was also frightened by the sudden tense atmosphere, she hugged her mother tightly with her little hands, and secretly aimed in the direction of Barrett with her eyes wanting to see but not daring to look.

And the girl's mother comforted her softly, "Don't worry, it's going to be fine, that uncle is very powerful, he will protect everyone." ”

Are you so sure I'm going to protect you, not ride my carrot and run away?, Barrett muttered in her heart. Do I look like a good person who is helpful and protective of women and children?

The honest and quiet geldings of the coachman also suddenly stirred, making the already somewhat tense atmosphere a little more solemn again.

They should have been aware of the thing's presence, suggesting that it belonged to at least some kind of dangerous beast, not a lost rabbit or hedgehog or something.

The coachman walked to the carriage with his stick in his hand and whispered to soothe his horses. And the obese middle-aged man still hid behind him, which made the driver very helpless.

Animals are very sensing, and of course, there are exceptions. For example, Barrett's mount, 'Carrot'.

At this time, the young horse, with the thin bloodline of the Nightmare Beast, still buried his horse's head in the half sack of corn as if nothing had happened, and was eating happily, as if everything that happened around him had nothing to do with it.

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The sound was getting closer, and Barrett could even faintly see the grass in front of him shaking slightly from the afterglow of the campfire.

This couldn't help but make him feel a little confused.

Because the grass more than half a man tall could not hide any large beast or monster, and the shaking in the grass was approaching little by little, and the distance between him and Barrett was very close, but he had not yet noticed the shape of the thing. Does that mean it could be a snake? Or maybe it's a dangerous little guy?

He crossed his sword to his chest and waited quietly.

The next moment, the thing jumped out of the grass and landed in front of Barrett, baring its teeth and howling loudly!

"Ahh

Harriet looked at the creature that jumped out of the grass in front of him, a little bewildered. It was a shadow lynx, but that's what the Nords called it, and the people of the griffon kingdom preferred to call it the Nightblade Leopard, as the creature was much larger than all the bobcats and closer to the larger cheetahs. is an extremely dangerous beast.

The shadow lynx in front of him was pitch black with light gray stripes, and a pair of golden-green pupils glowed faintly at night. It stared at Barrett with a fierce expression, but it couldn't make the latter feel the slightest hint of danger.

Because this is a very young shadow bobcat, smaller than a domestic cat, it is likely that it has just been weaned not long ago, or even yet.

"Go, go, get out of here, go to your mother. Barrett lowered his sword and raised his hand at the little one to drive it back into the grass, "Lucky for you, I'm not in the habit of killing young beasts. "Unless it's undernourished," he said...... he didn't say the consequences.

It's just such a small guy that makes everyone nervous, and of course, the main reason for this is Barrett's sudden "little fuss". At this point, he wished that it was a wolf that jumped out of the grass, even if it was a winter wolf, at least it wouldn't make his face so embarrassed.

However, if Barrett were given another choice, he would still choose to be vigilant in this "small fuss". After all, no matter how embarrassed you are, it's better than losing your life.

But the little guy in front of him did not want to go back to the grass to find his mother, but kept screaming "ahh

"Hungry?" Barrett muttered to himself, looking at the little dot under his feet.

The little guy must have been attracted by the smell of milk in the soup pot, he guessed. As for where the mother of the little milk cat is, why don't you feed the little one before going out hunting, will she come to find it, when will she find it? and so on, these are not questions that Barrett can know.

"What's that?" the coachman's voice came from the side of the carriage, "I don't think it seems too big, is it dangerous?"

"A young shadow bobcat. Barrett tilted his head and replied, "It's not dangerous right now." "It's hard to say in the future. More importantly, its mother must be dangerous.

"Shadow lynx?" asked the coachman, a little confused, "what is that? a bobcat?

"Also called Nightblade Leopard. The girl's mother explained.

"What?Nightblade Leopard?God, please, get rid of it!" the fat man shouted at Barrett in a muffled voice. "Don't let it come, it's going to kill us honest people!"

"Don't worry, I'm about to do it. Barrett said angrily, "Don't worry, it can't kill anyone now, not even your shoes." ”

"But it can bite my throat. The fat man pleaded softly.

"Wait until it can get you. "At least you have a scarf to protect you, Barrett was speechless at this man who was as timid as a little girl.

He opened his arms and snorted, startling the little guy in front of him. The young beast took a step back in fright, jumped into the edge of the grass, and continued to barat his teeth at Barritt, refusing to leave.

Forget it, if you want to stay here, then I can't help it. Barrett looked around again, finding nothing out of the ordinary, and turned and walked towards the campfire.

As for having Barrett feed the seemingly hungry young beast, just kidding, he didn't have such a flood of sympathy.

I'm a feeder, but you're not a misty forest. He thought to himself.

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