The fiery sunset hung in the sky, and she shyly printed the brilliance to the sunset, as if she was a little embarrassed to go home to rest, so she shared this beautiful scenery. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bearing on this brilliance was a huge mountain range under the sky, but it didn't seem to appreciate it, and it still maintained its swarthy color.

The mountain range is east-west, and a two-headed Yao eagle flies on a cliff in the north, with a wingspan of more than one meter, which is a small two-headed monster that feeds on common snakes and rats.

Cloaked in the sunset, it was heading northeast, and with its modest brain capacity it could tell that the forest of Nabudru to the west was not a place it could touch.

It flew through the trees, staring at the slightest movement in the woods with sharp eyes, probably too dense with leaves, and nothing special to find. Soon, a small town came into its sights, but it didn't dare to get too close and avoid it. If it passes through there, it will be attacked by humans with energy, and it will not be able to provoke it either.

About three or four kilometers to the east, there is a huge pit in a radius of several miles between the green trees, which is full of garbage, like mountains.

The mud obscured most of the garbage and gave it a gray hue, but now, in the light of the setting sun, the surface was sprinkled with a faint golden red. In the gaps that are not covered by the golden red, some small animals occasionally come and go, looking for bits and pieces.

Right here, the double-headed Yao Eagle swooped down suddenly, as fast as lightning. The two gray spotted rats that poked their heads out of the garbage heap did not escape in time, and were picked up one by one and carried to the sky, which also doomed their fate.

"Boom la la ......"

The movements of the double-headed Yao Ying may have affected the balance of this garbage mountain, and the garbage mountain fell down in an instant.

This loud noise alarmed the old Kant who was scavenging next to him, and although he hid quickly, he was still hit by several small empty cans because of the inconvenience of his legs. He looked up at the double-headed Yao Ying who had already flown high and scolded, "Hey, this flat-haired beast, don't be caught by me, otherwise I promise you'll regret it, I'll drop my calves!"

Old Kant rubbed his smashed left leg, which seemed to be just some abrasions, not serious. Fortunately, it didn't hit his already disabled right leg, otherwise he might have to jump back today.

"Hey, what's that?"

A glimmer of light in front of him crossed the visual network of the elder Kant. He quickened his pace a little, and walked to the position that had just been exposed by the collapse of the garbage mountain, and brushed aside most of the dirt that had been washed away by the rain of the previous two days, and a piece of unrecognizable material, but with a beautiful pattern and an unusually clean object, was suddenly revealed.

"Oh, there's such a beautiful little guy hiding here!

"Ouch!"

Just as the elder Kant began to pull outwards with force, the garbage heap beneath his feet suddenly sank in, and he stumbled to the ground. It may be that the garbage that was originally rolled down is not very reliable, and it is naturally loosened again when it is pulled like this.

Patting the dirt on his body, ignoring the pain, old Kant carefully took out the trophy just now.

"What shall I call you, naughty little one?"

This is a gloved left-hand arm guard, about half a foot long, the whole is black-gray, and the surface is covered with decorative patterns, revealing a noble temperament. The workmanship is exquisite, and the process of making gloves from this wood-like and non-wood, skin-like and non-leather material is really extraordinary. In the experience of old Kant, I can't distinguish the material from it, but I can feel the firmness and softness of the material, and it is still as bright as the old and not stained after being buried by garbage.

Feeling the pain of the abrasions on his body, the elder Kant decided to go back and study again, put his arm guards in a bag, and limped to the town of Moore, three or four kilometers away......