It is said that it is the dream of many people to be able to fly like a bird and swim in the blue sky. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But now, it's clearly not Aaron's dream.

The huge predator's talons are very powerful, and in order to ensure that the prey does not slip off for no reason, it unceremoniously pierces its claws into the flesh of its prey. This seemed to it to be taken for granted, but it caused Aaron unbearable pain.

Predatory falcons generally do not let their prey out of the ground alive, but Aaron is an exception. Tonight, there was an aura on his body that was very attractive to beasts, but not the scent of flesh and blood as a prey, but the smell of strength. The giant beast with a wingspan of three meters has a certain level of intelligence, so it wisely did not kill its target, but was ready to take him back to its lair and study it again.

Due to the fact that the right leg was pierced by a dagger, the Raider did not fly very fast. But that's only relative to its usual speed. For Torrev and his party in the swamp, it was like a meteor, and it flew away, leaving only deep self-reproach and helplessness for everyone.

To alleviate the intense pain, Aaron cast his gaze to the rapidly swept ground beneath his feet. He could see that the Raider was flying all the way south, for there was always intermittent water beneath him. It took a quarter of an hour or so for the wounded beast to break free from the mire and fly over the bitter root woods. But it didn't take long for Aaron to be confused. The intense labor pains paralyzed his nerves, and his brain forced him to escape the pain with a lethargy.

The Raider's endurance was good, and the injury to its right leg was not light, but the instinct of the beast drove it to fly non-stop, and it took nearly an hour to fly over the nest. It sensed that its prey was still alive, but it was already very weak. It was supposed to land in the nest with ease, but the wounded predator was no longer able to make such a precise flight with a not light prey. So the boy was thrown directly into a bird's nest made of a pile of branches.

A drop of a few meters is not fatal, but it can also cause damage to the body that cannot be ignored. When Aaron woke up, he only felt that his whole body was in pain, especially his shoulders, although there was little bleeding, but the deep wound was like a pinprick, constantly irritating his nerves. He took a hard look at his surroundings and realized that he was in a huge bird's nest. The young man only felt that his life would wither forever like those withered yellow branches and leaves.

The Raider landed in front of Aaron with some difficulty. The behemoth's yellow ring-eyes glared fiercely at its prey, not sensing any threat. So it spread its wings, turned its head, and began to pull out the dagger with its beak, which was deep into the flesh.

Aaron couldn't help but smile wryly. This raider didn't take him seriously at all, and treated his wounds directly in front of him, not worrying at all about the sneak attack he might have at this time. But he really didn't have the ability to attack, as long as his arms moved, it would involve deep wounds, and his face turned pale from pain. Aaron simply lay down on the branch, not even thinking of the strength to sit.

He thought back to the experience of this month, and felt as if he was in a dream that he would never wake up from. Maybe the next moment, he will wake up in his little tree house and turn back into that poor little helper. And then, will you see a pair of warm brown eyes again?

Aaron suddenly remembered something, and his whole body trembled.

I still have that!

The young man trembled and took out the dagger at his waist, and with a slight stroke on his waist, a huge gap appeared in the cotton coat. The strength was too far off, Aaron couldn't help but think. But his left hand firmly reached through the gap and pulled out a small glass bottle.

He stared at the bottle, and in the moonlight, he noticed that the golden ring that had once been on the cap was gone, and the liquid in it seemed to be red. It's a strange potion, I don't know what the effect will be...

Before he could think about anything more, the originally clumsy Raider raised his head suddenly, his eyes staring at the vial in his hand, and his golden pupils shrank. With a strong current, the swift eagle's nimble neck bent rapidly, and its hard beak pecked at the bottle that exuded a strong breath.

Time seemed to stand still, but the Raider's fierce blow was slow in Aaron's eyes. But his own movements were noticeably slower. The teenager made a decision between lightning and flint. His right hand, which was holding the dagger, stretched out in vain, and with all the strength of his left arm, he threw the blood-red bottle behind him. Feeling his right arm being torn apart, the boy grabbed the bottle in his mouth.

"Unless your life is in danger, I advise you not to drink that tube of reagent. ”

Now, okay?

The hunter's beak pierced into Aaron's abdomen without hindrance, but all the spirit and strength of the boy was concentrated between the two rows of teeth. The dagger that flew upside down pierced a thick branch, and the vial shattered into countless fragments with a violent bite.

The fiery hot liquid mixed with salty blood rolled in the boy's mouth. The burning of the soul canceled all the pain for a while. Aaron didn't even feel another attack from the Raider. All that was left in front of his eyes was a white flower, and then it turned into a thick black. The body seems to be on fire, and the next moment it will turn to ashes. Before he lost consciousness again, there was only one thought left in his head.

When you wake up, will you see a pair of warm brown eyes again?

The predator felt that the aura that had attracted it so much was gone, and that it was evident that it was the weakness of the prey. The weak prey dared to resist, and succeeded! The wounded beast was surprisingly furious. It raises its left foot, which is filled with wind elementals, and prepares to claw through the head of its prey with a single claw. The Templar moved quickly, its talons lightning out, but it reached back at a faster pace.

Aaron's aura changed completely.

The boy still lay quietly among the dry leaves, but his skin was no longer morbidly pale, but turned inky black. The bones of his whole body were rattling, so much so that his body trembled uncontrollably. Bursts of black gas permeated from his chest and palms, and finally condensed into a puff of smoke, enveloping him entirely.

When the Raider attacked, it was the time when the black gas appeared. For a moment, it instinctively sensed danger and withdrew its left claw. But the Raider soon discovered that the surging black mist looked strange and didn't actually have the slightest energy. To be able to do this, it also relied on the strong wind elemental power that it had cultivated over many years.

The hunter decided not to let the prey go, and this time it pecked directly with its beak. But the prey's head did not burst open as it had hoped, but remained unharmed. The Raider's fierce blow hit the black mist like a thick cork, and it had no effect. The Raider quickly retracted its neck and saw that the black mist was constantly shaking.

So it pecked again, trying to break through the strange defenses. This time, its beak did reach into the black mist, but it still failed to attack the unconscious boy. When it was about to attack again, it noticed that its beak seemed to be stuck.

The golden pupils of the Sweeping Eagle could clearly see that a line of black qi swirled around its sharp beak. Feeling the violent aura, its eyes suddenly froze with fear. The beast suddenly lost the ability to move. The instinct of the beast made it fear something stronger than itself, and at this moment, those thin black lines were like the sacred beasts in mythology, exuding infinite oppression. The Raider's body trembled slightly, but it remained in place.

Soon, those bright eyes lost their brilliance. Countless blood threads gathered along the black lines towards Aaron's heart. There, the black mist was incomparably thick, and a large amount of blood entered it, as if it had merged into the infinite void, and disappeared in an instant.

The wounds on Aaron's body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than an hour, the blood of the giant beast was drained. The disturbed black mist swam around Aaron's body for a while, then suddenly contracted violently and disappeared. In a few seconds, only the unconscious black-haired boy and the slightly shriveled eagle corpse were left in the eagle's nest.

Aaron had a long dream. In his dreams, he seemed to be looking down on the earth from the sky, but the details on the ground fell into his eyes very clearly, and time passed quickly. The trees turn from green to yellow, and then sprout new green, until finally, they dry up and wither completely. There seemed to be a voice whispering in his ear, but he couldn't hear anything clearly. Until a human figure seemed to appear on the ground in his eyes, the whispers in his ears suddenly turned into a violent roar, which shook him and made him numb.

Aaron sat up abruptly. But the earth and the roar were gone, and he saw only a huge dead bird. The once ferocious Raider Eagle's neck was strangely bent, apparently dead. The sun is shining from the side, and the shiny feathers of the predatory eagles look brilliant in the sunlight.

It's really beautiful, but it's a pity that it's a dead bird. No, it's a good thing it's a dead bird, otherwise, I might have died.

Feeling the sweat all over his body, Aaron was surprised to find that all the wounds on his body had miraculously disappeared. He couldn't help but admire the power of that bottle of potion, but he didn't think that no matter how great alchemy in the world was, it would be impossible to kill a cunning beast like this.

However, thinking of the slimness of the road ahead, Aaron's excitement vanished. He stood up, looked around, and pulled his only weapon from a branch behind him. The dagger was as sharp as ever, but it didn't give him the slightest sense of security.

As he scrutinized the dagger in his hand, Aaron suddenly realized that there was something more in his hand. He pointed his right palm in the direction of the sun, only to realize that there was a strange black mark there. The imprint is the size of a gold coin, but it is intricately patterned and difficult to see. Aaron didn't have much of a liking for this sudden appearance, and hurriedly checked the rest of his body. I was relieved to find that there was nothing unusual except for a faint thin black line on the knuckle of the little finger of my right hand.

Compared with what Soise had said to him, he wondered maliciously that the so-called not drinking was because of this strange mark on the skin and ruining the beauty. The knights of the Templars are really nitpicky, and there is no room for sand in their eyes.

But his bad taste did not last, because his stomach that had not eaten for a long time croaked in protest. The boy touched his clothes with many holes, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the flint that had been placed in his inner pocket was still there, and he almost cried with joy. He hurriedly recited the broken prayer in his heart, first, to thank the moon god for his favor, and second, to pray for the eagle that was about to be reduced to barbecue.

Although he now had some experience in searching for food in the jungle, at this time, he could only fight the idea of the dead eagle. Originally, he was worried about how to eat, but after looking at the surroundings of the Eagle's Nest, he immediately decided to treat himself to eating something hot first.

The Raider's nest was built on a very tall bitter-rooted tree, a tree that was a cut above many of its kind. This is a change caused by the eagle's nest selection, and every once in a while, it has to knock out all the leaves of the surrounding circle of bitter root trees. As a result, the tree in the center was able to grow fully without the constraints of other trees. Even now, the tree stands alone in the sea of trees.

At a height of dozens of meters above the ground, you can't attract any wild beasts. As for the birds, I'm afraid this great eagle will not tolerate other large predators on its territory. Therefore, Aaron was very relieved to prepare for the start of work.

He had wanted to move a stone slab that the eagle used to sharpen its beak to the other side of the sheltered side, but after trying it, he couldn't move it at all. So he had no choice but to tear down some of the branches and set up a fire directly in the same place.

After eating a large piece of eagle leg meat, Aaron's evaluation was that it was old and woody, and it didn't taste good, so it was really unpalatable. Speaking of which, if this predatory eagle knew that Aaron had used its stone slab to dismantle its nest and roast its meat, it would be unpalatable, and I wonder if he could give Aaron a hard time before returning to the embrace of the moon god. Unfortunately, the dead bird, like the branch next to it, remained motionless in the wind.

The boy who had eaten brunch glanced at the not very high sun, making sure that it was still morning, and there was still a long way to go before sunset. He thought for a moment, and was sure that the only way he could go was to climb down the tree and walk towards the mire. Although how to get through that large swamp by then is a problem, it is absolutely not wrong to get closer to Uncle Torreve. On your own, you can't survive long in the bitter swamp. He believed that the uncle must still be waiting for him in the area where he was arrested.

After carefully recalling the few memories, Aaron guessed that the Raider did not turn on the way. In other words, he only had to keep walking north to reach the southern end of the original swamp. I just don't know how far the eagle's nest is from the mire and how many days it needs to walk in the forest. He couldn't help but feel annoyed, if he hadn't fainted from the pain at that time, he wouldn't be so uncertain now.

But being able to escape is already a surprise.

Aaron sat down and began to roast another piece of meat, deliberately blackening the surface until he couldn't smell anything. Glancing at his tattered clothes, he had no choice but to take them off and put them back on. Barely tucking the charred piece of flesh into his arms, the boy sighed and began to slowly climb under the tree.