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Eren made a silent motion, and after a moment of thought, he tightened his grip on the black steel sword and strode forward towards the trunk of the tethered horse. Emboldened, Mike slung his bear's head sword across his chest and followed him.

The movements of the two men were extremely gentle, the trembling tips of their swords were enough to reveal their nervousness, and the air was filled with the stench of horse dung and blood, and the only remaining horse seemed to be frightened, only to see it neighing with its head held high, and constantly tearing the reins between freedom and death.

As the distance grew, the campfire stretched the shadows of the two men very long, and the surroundings were pitch black, and as he approached the neighing warhorse, Allen became extremely cautious.

"Uhh

Behind him came a terrifying shout, followed by the screeching sound of iron falling to the ground.

Alan quickly turned, and subconsciously flashed two figures to his side, and after a moment's attention, he saw Mike's eyes full of horror and his saber against Sercy's throat.

"Damn it, what are you doing?!"

"I ..... Hug, sorry, man. Sersi pushed the blindfold back, bent down and picked up the axe on the ground.

"What's going on?" Alan asked softly.

"He hit me!" Mike yelled, turning his head.

"I just wanted to go with you, but you suddenly stopped. Sersi tried to explain.

"It's bad enough, don't-"

Before he could finish speaking, Alan felt as if something was cutting through the cold wind behind him, and when he quickly turned his head to look at the neighing warhorse, the white shadow just now appeared in his field of vision again.

In a blur, it opened its jaw and bit down on the neck of the last warhorse, the blood and fangs of which were particularly terrifying in the extreme speed. With amazing power, it tore off the reins in an instant, and then disappeared into the darkness with its prey, all in less than a second.

There was another brief silence, and the horror seemed to take root, binding the feet of the three of them tightly, and they all froze in place, as if waiting for the white shadow, allowing the threat of death to rush to their hearts again and again.

As time passed slowly, the white shadow did not appear again, and the time and air of the dark night forest seemed to solidify with the blood of the war horse beside the trunk.

"Guy..... Guys, we need to get out of here!" Alan broke the silence. Armed with his black steel sword, he retreated to the campfire, from which he picked up two torches and dragged a handful of hay to extinguish the campfire.

Before the darkness turned completely around, Mike and Sersi rushed to the trunk of the tree, picking up maps and hydration bags in the scattered salute, as well as some colorful bottles and jars, which were the emergency potions that Winnie had given them before leaving.

After doing all this, Mike took the torch from Allen, and the three of them left the camp in a panic and burrowed into the depths of the forest.

The night path of the Dragon's Blood Forest was far more difficult than they had imagined, and after a tiring day of running, without the support of horses, their feet seemed to be filled with lead water, and the double load of mind and body made the three of them gasp incessantly.

The lush foliage completely blocked the moonlight, and they couldn't make their way through other light sources except for two faint torches. In addition, the biting night breeze of early spring, the humidity of the ancient dense forest, and the slippery and soft moss all make the road ahead even more difficult.

The pain, and so on until dawn.

When the first rays of sunlight kissed the earth through the gaps in the leaves, Alan felt that the sunlight had never seemed so lovely. They rested beside a small wild fruit tree, and the three of them collapsed to the ground after a night of running, the sun shining on their faces, and countless dazzling spots of light appeared in front of them.

"Damn, where are we?" Mike asked, bracing himself up.

"Anyway, I didn't get out of this deadly forest!" said Sercy's was hoarse. He half-sat up, pulled out a crumpled map from his bosom and spread it on the ground, and then looked closely at his surroundings and vegetation, but no results came of it.

"I think we should be here. Alan pointed to a dot on the map and said, "The tributaries of the Unun River run through the Dragon's Blood Forest, and we stopped here last night, and lo and behold, this is the waterfall." He said as he moved his finger to the waterfall, then moved down a little further, "After the attack, we went into the dense forest and walked southeast for the night, and if nothing else, we will probably have two days to get out of the forest." ”

"Mean, we're going to spend two nights in this damn forest?" Selcy grumbled, tilting his head.

Alan let out a helpless laugh before nodding.

Mike took off his silver boots and rubbed his sore ankles, a little annoyed by the successive setbacks. "What are we going to do next?" he muttered, "do we keep going, or do we stop here?"

"Sorry, guys. Alan bowed his head regretfully, "I'm afraid we'll have to travel as much as we can during the day, and before night comes, we'd better find a cave or a relatively safe camp." ”

"Safe?" Mike smiled, "Man, take a good look, we're probably surrounded!"

"What?!" Sersi sprang up from the ground and looked around alertly, but there was nothing but birdsong.

"I found out, but they didn't attack us, did they?" Alan rolled his eyes and chuckled softly.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Sersi's voice trembled slightly.

"Look at the ground, that thing has been following us. Mike sighed, "Or rather, they've been surrounding us and never left." ”

Sersi crouched on the ground and narrowed her surviving eyes to take a closer look. Indeed, as Mike had said, the ground was almost stamped with the footprints of wild beasts, just like the ones I had seen on the ridge yesterday. "Damn, what are they thinking?" his voice was still shaking, "why only attacked our horses, but not us?"

"I'm afraid only their owners know about this question. Mike shook his head.

"Master?" said Allen, frowning, his tone revealing incredulity, "What master? have you seen those things? are they manipulated?"

"No, I guess. Mike put his silver boots back on his feet, "When that white shadow attacked our horse last night, I seemed to see a man riding on it, or a human-like alien, anyway, I guess they have owners. ”

"Mike, you've got such a nice look!" Sersi exclaimed, then turned to look at Allen, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Shut up!" Alan warned him. I saw that he put his hands together, his eyes closed, and some kind of golden light between his fingers. As time passed, his throat continued to squirm, small beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his expression changed from exhaustion to horror, as if he had seen something terrifying.

Mike stood up and picked a wild fruit and stuffed it into his mouth. It wasn't until the wild fruit turned into a core that Eren slowly opened his eyes. "So you're a dark magic wizard?" he asked, spitting the kernel to the side.

"No, it's not. Eren stood up, "We need to get out of this place!"

"What do you see?" Sersi asked, looking at the Destiny card in Allen's hand, swallowing and saliva.

"Mike guessed right, those white monsters do have owners. Alan wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, "The man commanded the monster to attack a certain army, right at our feet, and soon there was a river of blood here....."