To the southeast of the stone forest and to the southwest of the swamp, an area close to the barren forest.

Similar to the swampy area, it gradually began to decay, and the yellow leaves of the trees fell in patches, mixed with large green and even young leaves.

Three strange-looking, tall, with protruding fangs on the side of their mouths, and bare, hairless bodies, covered only with leather cloth on their thighs, were peering from afar at the group of vegetarians who were picking new greens from the fallen leaves to eat—

If memory serves, the Beast Empire calls them legged bunnies.

It runs fast and jumps far, and although there are many of them, they are beasts that are difficult to catch.

Nor are they easy prey to catch for the hunter race that roams the steppes.

Of course, the most important reason is probably that they are quite large, and it is easy to make noises that can be noticed and run away by these alert little things.

Even if these small things are often gathered together by dozens or hundreds, it is difficult to catch a few.

The most important thing is...... Winter is coming.

Although they are referred to as "wandering trolls" by many races, some also call them silly trolls.

However, if it weren't for their size, they would not have earned such a reputation if they were to disturb their prey no matter how they hunted, even if they were ambushed.

They're not stupid, and they're not stupid.

The elder said that it was not because they could give birth to six or seven cubs in a single litter that they could survive the catastrophe of eating all the races and tribes in the Necropolis.

Rather, because of their keen senses, they will leave early when they perceive danger, which is why some races call them "cowardly trolls".

Winter is coming.

Each elder said to them not to go near the "necropolis".

The Necropolis will grow and eat the earth, eat all the living things on the earth, and they will also be eaten by these "fire-eating monsters".

Only with the flames they eat, with the power from the sun, can the Necropolis stop itself from eating itself.

Just as when they fall asleep, their skin and flesh get cold, and when they wake up, their skin and flesh get hot.

When the sun is awake, the Necropolis will fall asleep and living things will grow.

In winter, the sun will fall asleep, the power will weaken, the power of the flames will weaken, and the necropolis will begin to grow.

The closer you are to the Necropolis, the faster it will be eaten.

They have to find more food as soon as possible before they wake up in the Necropolis, bring them back to the tribe, and then move the whole tribe away from the Necropolis.

However, at this time, it seems that the Necropolis is not far from waking up.

A lot of big things and small things have run away.

They can only find small things like legged rabbits, which are difficult to catch.

But, no way, they still ......

At this moment, the three wandering trolls, who were patiently ambushing, suddenly heard a voice from the sky.

Not long after they raised their heads, the legged rabbits also stopped their movements almost at the same time, their ears erected, and their bodies slightly raised with the front half of their bodies, vigilant.

"Ahh

A strange sound like a scream sounded above the forest section.

Then, the wandering trolls and the legged rabbits saw a series of figures in their sight.

The first to appear, and the terrible cry of the beast, was a strange black bird.

Huge wings flapped in the sky, a pair of sharp claws clutched a crystalline, red, egg-like thing, and a strange long tail curled around the monster.

And in the midst of that terrible scream, one figure after another fell from the sky.

Half of them had the same feathers as the strange bird, but instead of a claw-like beak, they had a beak like a scaly monster.

And the other half .......

It's a wyvern!

The three wandering trolls, who had gone into hiding to ambush the Legged Rabbit, saw the wide cortical wings.

There is a feather and is a bird.

It has leather wings and is a dragon.

Two claws, it's a flying dragon.

Four claws, it's a big dragon.

The roaming trolls' shattered knowledge of their language and lexical structure made them instantly summarize the identities of the flying creatures with leather wings, and they couldn't help but curl up their bodies, trying not to be detected.

They could see that in the terrible sound of a scream, the figures were like the wild beasts on the south side of the plain when the horn sounded, chasing the sound of the horn and roaring wildly.

It's like the northern side of the plain, near the sea, when those big dragons roar, all kinds of different looking dragon circles converge.

However, on the battlefield this time, there were no berserker warriors riding large beasts and wielding weapons and howling, nor did high-level dragons spew dragon breath in the sky or set off storms, flames, and waves with spells.

There are no countless beasts and dragons to fight against.

Only one after another, as if following some command, the figure pounced and flew up again and again, tearing the body of the legged rabbit with its claws and fangs.

They are not at all like the creatures that wandering trolls have encountered.

After bleeding with their claws and teeth, they are left on the ground and attacked the other legs.

No, like that.......

The wandering trolls remembered when they were taken hunting as cubs.

It's a bunch of cubs, a bunch of wyvern cubs.

There are also large wyverns nearby.

The wandering trolls all felt it, that vague sense of sight-

Especially the strange sensation coming from the strange bird that didn't look at them.

When these Wyvern cubs finish training, they will be caught and eaten by the big wyverns.

The wandering trolls glanced at each other, then stood up, shouted, and turned to run away in the direction of the tribe.

.......

In the middle of the swamp, in the middle of the stronghold.

The Ground Line directly ordered all the Pterodactyls and Feathered Wyverns to continue culling the kangaroo-looking animals, the flimsy winged and smaller Lepidopterans, and also to carry out the task of driving and transporting the corpses to one place.

As for the three creatures that should probably be called trolls, the earth line chose to give up for the time being, and in the future, whether there is a chance to capture or collect rations as the main task.

As for catching and going back to raise?

For the problem of feeding, you can try to use the core function to brush it and see if you can brush out the reproduction-related entries.

If you can't brush it out, try to see if the individual you hatch has the ability to reproduce naturally.

The worst possibility is that these creatures of their own creation do not have the ability to reproduce naturally.

In an optimistic direction, natural reproduction is possible, so you can try to get it later.

In other words, in addition to the fact that this kind of troll seems to have an energy that he has not been exposed to, he can't help but have an idea-

Why does this creature look like a "troll" he had seen in a game in his previous life?

Kobolds, elves, trolls......

What is the connection between this world and the world of a past life?

How can convergent evolution converge on fantasy creatures......

No, it's an anthropocentric way of thinking.

The current situation is that he has really seen and dissected fantastic creatures, and when these "fantasy creatures" are real, he should ask-

Why was the culture of the previous life able to produce creations that were highly similar to these fantastical creatures?

Speaking of which, the kind of "weapon" used by the elves before, the "blood parasitic tree" that can be transformed as flesh and blood material unlike other plants, seems to have a label that is quite suitable for breeding.

He also deliberately left two of the previous materials.

The land bank does not plan to plant prevorous breeding animals on the Marsh Island, which now has few resources not only because of the pitiful lack of meat, but also because of the few plant resources, and many plants have been losing their leaves recently.

He wanted to choose a swamp, and if he could get rid of swamp worms or evolve farmed fish or herbivorous amphibians that were not afraid of swamp worms, he wouldn't need to worry too much about rations in the future.

However, there are only two blood parasitic trees left, which is still a bit small, so if you have the chance, try to go north and explore the map of the elves.