Greg remembers the scene from his first hunt.

He was ten years old. A hunter gave him a worn-out hunting knife, and his prey was a wounded hungry wolf, and since he was so young, few believed that he would be able to complete the task. It was a very uneventful day, and he went out into the jungle alone, and the sky was as blue as it is now, and the sun cast flickers on the ground through the gaps in the leaves. The breeze blows, the shadows of the trees sway, and the spots of light are like a swaying sea of stars, which is the scene that every painter longs for.

In this case, the wolf came. It was an unusual wolf, with a wound from the previous hunter, so it was desperate to live, and Greg stood in its way. Greg could still remember the bloodstained wolf-green wolf eyes, fierce and tyrannical.

He drew his hunting knife, and the wolf bared its fangs. This hunt began Greg's brilliant hunting career, leading to the throne of the Lord of Thorns, but he would never forget that the wolf tried to bite off his neck before being completely killed, and the dark green pupils not only carried ferocity and unwillingness, but also reflected the slightly panicked but pretended calm face of the ten-year-old little hunter.

Forty or fifty years have passed since that hunt. During this period, he experienced countless hunts, including hunting the five-star dragon clan [Canglong] in the Sunset Canyon, hunting the [Horned Dragon] in the Burial God Desert, and even fighting the [Huangyan Dragon], which is known as the closest to the Dragon King. It's just that no matter how powerful the dragon clan is, he can't make him as nervous and uneasy as the first hunt, he is more and more calm, and the hand holding the hilt of the knife is more and more calm, which is what makes him able to complete the seemingly impossible hunt again and again, and become the supreme Lord of Thorns.

But this time, his heart is no longer as plain as it was in the past.

Because he knew it would be the last hunt of his life as a hunter. The prey also pleased him, the legendary ancient dragons. He had started his illustrious career as a hunter years ago by hunting a wolf, and now he was about to end his tired and chaotic life with a hunt, and Greg thought to himself: This is not bad.

The violently shaking earth was accompanied by the tremendous roar of the Tyrannosaurus. Greg looked coldly at the huge figure that seemed to be about to destroy the world, and gently drew the knife. When the Tyrannosaurus found out that the old man had played with it before, he became more and more furious, and rushed straight over, crushing to pieces everywhere he went. In the face of this astonishing momentum, Greg never moved his body, but quietly wiped the knife with a rag, the blade reflecting his wolf-like eyes.

"Bang!"

A loud bang was heard, and the [Tyrannosaurus]'s galloping huge body slammed down, splashing up a gray mist several meters high. Sturdy ****** twinked and lunged towards it, countless spears pierced into its body, and those exposed muscles were instantly pierced, and flesh and blood splattered.

The injured [Tyrannosaurus] became more and more furious, and its red golden pupils seemed to devour heaven and earth.

Greg slowly stood up under the gaze of these pupils, his robes fluttering in the wind. He looked up at those angry eyes as he had looked at the ferocious wolf all those years ago.

"Come on. He whispered, and as he raised his sword, he reverted back to the once-omnipotent Lord of Thorns.

......

"Alan. ”

Peria's voice rang softly in Alan's ears. Alan came back to his senses and looked at Peria's anxious eyes. They had already left the valley, and following Greg's instructions, they would take the path to the town of Herring, tell the townspeople about the situation here, and find a way to contact the hall so that the hall could handle the affairs here.

As for him—

"You can't help him, Alan. Peria was really afraid that Alan would go back to Greg regardless of it, and said anxiously, "You can only die if you go back." ”

"I know. Alan carried Peria on his back, followed the villagers who walked in front, and said in a muffled voice, "I will bring you safely to the imperial capital, or to your father, and I will not go anywhere until then." ”

"After that, you are not allowed to go. Peria hugged Alan tightly and said in a pleading voice, "Please, promise me well, just live well." Don't be a hunter, don't die because of it. ”

Alan bit his lip tightly and didn't speak. If Peria had told him a day before that he wanted the moon in the sky, he would have said yes. But not now, he can't forget Bella, he can't forget his mother, he can't forget what Greg said to him at the end. So no matter how much Peria pleaded, he always had red eyes and refused to make a promise.

They had already climbed two hills, but they could still hear the dragon's roar, without losing a single bit. Despite knowing that there was little hope, Alan hoped that Greg would kill the dragon, or that he would survive. He was afraid, afraid that the dragon's roar would suddenly stop, because then it would mean that the hunt had come to an end. And it's an obvious ending, now the dragon is still roaring, at least it means that Greg is still alive, and the old man who looks extraordinary has been fighting the dragon for a long, long time.

However, the battle did not last forever. The dragon's roar stopped, and the valley fell into a deathly silence, and everyone stopped and looked back at where they had come. Allen's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and what he was most worried about still happened.

The dead silence lasted for about a quarter of an hour, and for a quarter of an hour, no one spoke, just waited uncomfortably for the end. A quarter of an hour later, the valley shook again, like the earth roaring. Everyone's faces changed, and Alan ran away with Peria on his back, and everyone was, fleeing for their lives in a hurry.

The dragon kills the hunters and then targets them.

Greg is dead.

Alan gritted his teeth tightly to keep the tears from falling, even though this was the end he knew earlier. No matter how strong that old man is? He's just an old man after all. Greg spent his life buying them time, but was stepped by the dragon in a few steps, and soon Peria could see the huge figure that had climbed over the mountains. It was covered in wounds, and the blood stained its dark green muscles, making it look even more vicious.

The roar sounded again, and several of the men who had fallen behind fell to the ground, and before they could cry out, they were trampled to death by the dragon. In the blink of an eye, the [Tyrannosaurus] had come behind them, and Eren knew that he couldn't run, so he could only stop and hold Peria tightly in his arms.

"Don't be afraid. Alan said softly, "I will always be there for you." ”

Peria's face was pale, but she nodded lightly: "Thank you." ”

The dragon lifted its foot and stepped on the two of them, and Eren slowly closed his eyes. But at the last moment, someone grabbed him by the collar and pulled him straight back. He fell to the ground, but dodged the dragon's fatal kick.

Someone saved him again?

Alan opened his eyes and saw an emaciated figure in front of him, the golden bow and arrow behind him like a streamer of flames.

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