As the sun slowly sank into the rolling Byson Mountains to the west, half orange fireballs half submerged in darkness and half lit up the sky, making the surrounding clouds golden red like burning flames.

From the plains of agate to the realm of Ryan there are vast forests of trees, the canopy of trees huddled with the sun's rays and gilded with the mountains in the distance.

Smoke rose from the distant village, and the gray pillars of smoke were swept into the air by the whirling wind.

There was silence in the woods.

Except for the bursts of oozing chewing sounds.

Click...... Click......

A giant tiger about five or six meters long, about one man tall, was burying the head of a camel beast, next to a chariot that had been overturned and broken, and the mangled body hung on the carriage that had been smashed by the tiger's claws, and the broken waist and abdomen exposed the white vertebrae.

Its fur was a deep black with golden-brown stripes all around it, and its smooth fur reflected the cold glow of steel in the setting sun that shone through the branches.

Its thick fur was covered with layers of flesh and blood, and the muscles bulging from its thick forelimbs were so well developed that it was clear that the bones would be crushed if the beast's claws were slapped down.

It's like the giant horned camel, its vertebrae are slammed down, and its body is unnaturally crooked.

But the creature stands out for its sharp, sharp, and terrifyingly razor-bladed claws. The slightly curved claws pressed carelessly against the frame of the carriage beside him, and the sturdy planks were split like cream.

Sharp-clawed tiger. The top layer of the ecological circle on the land of Nanling.

In front of it, even the marsh crocodile could only retreat, and when the Nanling giant elephant was not extinct, only an adult male giant elephant dared to challenge the majesty of the king of the jungle alone.

If it weren't for the fact that a sharp-clawed tiger has a predatory range of more than 100 square kilometers, most of them live in the mountain jungles deep in the Baissen Mountains, which is difficult for even the most unlucky hunters to encounter, and its threat to humans will be higher.

Only now, it is rare to appear in the plains and forests outside the mountains.

Click......

The giant tiger suddenly stopped chewing, slowly turned his head, and swallowed the luscious entrails in his mouth. Its body bulged, and its indifferent golden eyes were locked on the figure that suddenly appeared, giving it a great sense of danger.

It was a humanoid wrapped in a silver piece of armor. Compared to the heavy and sturdy Terra's full-body armor, which turns a person into a humanoid tank, the Alchemist armor focuses more on dexterity at the joints, so at first glance it looks more like a robe made of some kind of metal armor, with only a solid armor shell on the chest.

The figure's face was encased in a helmet resembling a gas mask structure, and a cold blue light flashed from its black observation mouth.

As if stung by that gaze, the tiger let out a menacing roar, a loud roar that shook the surrounding fallen leaves and made the woods tumult.

If it is normal, it will choose to flee.

The wisdom of Warcraft is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and the longer they live, the more intelligent Warcraft is closer to human, and the meat eaters at the top of the food chain can instinctively judge the strength of their enemies - especially the kind of opponents that can never be defeated.

The King of Beasts is just a name given to it by humans, and for Warcraft, survival is the first priority countless times more important than dignity.

But now, the giant tiger, who was forced to go almost crazy by pain and anger, chose to take the initiative in the continuous approach of the human figure.

It was like a pitch-black lightning bolt, accompanied by a howling wind, and the Sharp-Clawed Tiger swooped down with its right limb raised in front of it, and three bladed claws that were enough to cut through the armor tore through the air and pointed straight at the figure's head.

But the figure just raised his hand.

Sonorous! The dazzling sparks burst out, and the surface of the armor of the figure's left hand flowed with light golden crystal lattice lines, and the wind pressure brought by the giant tiger's slap even blew away all the fallen leaves and floating dust around it, which was enough to pour the force of the carriage slap away on the sharp claws with one blow, but not only did it not penetrate the armor, but it did not even penetrate this layer of illusory essentia, and could only cause translucent ripples above it.

And the figure even reversed, taking advantage of the moment when the tiger's strength was exhausted, he turned his arm and grabbed the blade claw coming towards his head.

Crunch crunch...... A scalp-tinging scraping of metal sounded, and the lattice streamer hand clenched its claws.

Then, break it off from the roots.

The pain was indescribable, no less painful than a human crushing his fingers little by little, or inserting a red-hot iron skewer into the nail cover, or even more painful - the sharp-clawed tiger let out an earth-shattering scream, and its whole body trembled like a lightning strike and rolled diagonally backwards, slamming into the tree and breaking the tree.

But the figure heard a sense of relief from this scream, his cyan eyes flashed, and he looked at the root of his broken sharp claws.

There, there is a layer of gray-black mycelium, deep into the flesh and blood.

He knew it.

Then he picked up a strange alchemy firearm from his waist.

With essentia input, the figure aimed it at the trembling tiger that stood up again, and the other party's eyes were indifferent, even godless, and once again roared at his enemy.

The gray-black mycelium spreads around the tiger's eye socket, but it is impossible to see because of the black and brown fur.

Its claws dug deep into the earth, crushing the branches and leaves, and it swooped forward with its limbs once more, opening its fangs.

Collapse –

The pressurized column of high-energy water shot out, piercing through the indifferent tiger's eyes, stirring its brain, causing the momentum of the demonic beast's attack to plummet and fall back to the ground.

Even though the strong blood-brain barrier prevented the water from penetrating the fragile brain in the first place, the violent concussion still destroyed the relatively fragile brain tissue structure in it, causing the giant tiger's self-consciousness to dissipate, and the flutter turned into a slow and swaying walk.

However, the remnants of the physical instinct still controlled the giant tiger to continue to attack the enemy...... It's just that it was pointless, and the figure with the water gun in tow stepped forward, ignoring the tiger's soft attack, and pinched it at the neck with one hand.

The left arm exerted force, and the huge force directly shattered the thick vertebrae and the surrounding cartilage tissue, and the cracked fur and muscle tissue, like a sponge filled with water, burst out several blood columns.

The giant tiger's majestic body, which was still struggling, lost its strength in an instant, its limbs drooping, and the breath of life dissipated.

But it's kind of a relief.

【Sharp-clawed Tiger's Blade Claw (Nanling Species)】

[First Energy Level, Mycelial Ulceration, Normal, Inedible]

[The sharp-clawed tiger that inhabits the deep basin forests of the Baissen Mountains, the bladed claws with festering roots due to mycelial erosion, are usually itchy and unbearable, and can only be curbed with pain by scratching hard objects, which will lead to biological ferocity]

[After sterilization, it can be processed into a dagger or a short knife as a normal sharp claw tiger's blade claw]

[Essentia: 92.5261 base units]

【……】

In addition, the eyes have also been eroded by mycelium, which obviously destroys the Sharpclaw's proud eyesight, making it difficult for the Sharpclaw Tiger to survive in the depths of the dangerous mountains, competing for territory with other Sharpclaw Tigers and Monsters, and can only forage for food in the marginal areas around the Agate Plain.

Retracting his gaze, Ian shook his head slightly and sighed: "It seems that the killing order of the Flying Flame Land is going to be put forward, no wonder in the dream of the Worm Hive, the Southridge Province did not cooperate with the Imperial Center to counterattack the Grand Duchy of Thorin after three years...... I'm afraid I don't have time to take care of anything else. ”

Shaking his head, he grabbed the fur of the tiger, which was larger than an ox, and dragged it towards the distant village.

It was already night, and the village chief and the hunters of Golden Leaf Town were nervously waiting for the knight's return.

They were wearing leather armor, and the townsmen behind them were also holding wooden spears and pitchforks, and some of them were well-equipped, and they would also prepare a small shield for themselves.

Although everyone knows that all this is meaningless to a real Warcraft, as long as they are slightly stronger than the people around them, it is enough to soothe their restless hearts.

And when Ian, unharmed, arrived in front of the village's wooden fence with the carcass of the Sharp-Clawed Tiger, everyone held their breath and was stunned for a moment.

This was followed by cheers and weeping.