As if in the endless sea of white trees, the rutted tracks of the sleigh cars headed east.

Leibkrin's caravan placed the claw-shaped ball into the sled wagon's wagon and moved on.

This time, though, they didn't continue south.

Although they couldn't accurately tell how powerful the creatures that killed the woodland trolls were because of the snowfall that had buried them, they could at least be sure that they were stronger than the woodland trolls—

They flipped through the snow and looked at the frozen bloodstains, making sure that the enemy had either relied on some kind of sneak attack or trickery to destroy the small tribe of nine woodland trolls head-on.

Leibklin was a caravan, not a patrol of the mountain kingdom, and did not and did not want to encounter such an enemy.

What, potential customers?

If you can't beat a customer, you're not a customer, you're a robber.

Leiblin, however, did not feel that there was any stable order in the sea of trees.

If you encounter a race like a woodland troll or a dryad, even a dwarf wearing the armor of the King's Castle Army may not be spared.

Lebchlin had no idea of a fluke.

There was nothing more than a bunch of deceitful woodland trolls, and his relationship with those woodland trolls was so good that he was willing to risk his life to avenge them, and he didn't even remember all the names.

Stupid and stupid customers, not irreplaceable.

However, at this moment, suddenly, a loud roar sounded in the distance.

The dwarves and gnomes immediately followed their long-standing habit of being traders, lying on their stomachs in the snow wrapped in white coats, controlling all their life force into their bodies, and then poking their heads out and looking at them alone.

Black.

On top of the white snow, the black thing is easily recognizable.

And the black things they see fly up from the sea of trees and fly into the sky, which makes it easier for them to confirm just by looking at them.

...... A big black bird.

Neither dwarves nor gnomes have ever seen a bird of this size in the mountains.

The whole body is covered in black feathers, and the grayish-yellow beak resembles some kind of ore, somewhat like a goy.

However, at the tip of their massive wings, there is a pair of pronounced claws.

Paw?

Although it is a little different from the beasts they have seen in the Naturalist Atlas, it is not long and narrow, but the feathered wings and claws are the characteristics of the beasts of the birds, beasts, and no other race will have such a form except for the beasts.

It's just that behind it, there is a long, feather-covered tail.

As it flies, the big tail is like a kite streamer, constantly swinging, as if swimming in the air.

Moreover......

Soon, their suspicions were confirmed.

A raging storm erupted with the crow-like black beast flapping its wings and claws, tearing it apart by the foes that had been thrown into the sky.

It was that enemy that allowed Leibklin to confirm the size of the other party.

A Dryad.

The torn enemy is a monstrous creature covered in leaves.

It is also a strange and powerful vicious monster that exists in the sea of trees.

They look like oversized moths, the largest Dryads, the size of woodland trolls, and the most common Dryads, which are about half to two-thirds the size of adult woodland trolls, and if you want to talk about their wings, then, when they spread their wings, there is no doubt that each one is larger than a woodland troll.

These ferocious monsters that lie on the giant trees of the forest and rely on their color-changing abilities to launch surprise attacks on passing creatures are very intelligent, but they don't have much intelligence.

Although they don't come in groups, just one is enough to give Lebklin a headache.

When targeted, it will constantly change color and camouflage the life force of the leaves it has looted from the trees, avoiding most detection.

Dryads, an invisible killer in the sea of trees, are cunning and cruel stalkers.

However, they got into trouble with the beasts.

Despite the cold snow, Leibkrin buried his body deeper.

The Orc-Orc beast was twice as big as the Dryad!

Although he also knew that feathers accounted for a lot of the proportion, but in addition, the fierce nature of the beast that would fight for his life once it became an enemy, Leibklin did not intend to seek death.

Not only him, but the rest of the caravan did the same, including the Wintercastle Dwarven guards.

They hid in the snow like this, watching as the black-feathered beast tore apart the dryad's body with its storm-clawed claws, its long and wide tail flicking as if in the air, and the storm brought by the wind elemental formed a flat fan, slapping at the dryad, sweeping its fallen corpse towards the forest in the distance.

Almost at the same time, they saw a figure with wide black wings fly up from among the white sea of trees, and the narrow storm of claws, like a goblin chainsaw, completely tore the corpse in two pieces in the midst of the flesh and blood.

This kind of whipping behavior made Lebcocklin feel a chill in his heart.

This is not the first time they have seen the Bird and Beast Clan Beast with their own eyes, but they have never seen such a big and ferocious beast that is obviously dead, and still abuses the corpse.

If you face them, let alone whether you can win or not, even if you can win, the dwarf or dwarf who kills it with a desperate blow before they die will definitely have to pay the price with their lives.

A tree monster wants to go it alone, and the lowest case they heard of is a Hearthcastle dwarf warrior who has just reached the eighth-level level. Eight Chinese Net

And the Bird Beast Beast that can easily kill such a tree monster?

Or two?

Leibkrin completely extinguished the bold idea that came to his mind, the corpse of the beast beast could be sold for a good price at the root fort, but it had to be taken for a life.

Even if he could fool the Winterkeep Dwarves, his dear fellow gnomes, while willing to share his gold and gems, would never choose to fight with their lives like the Winterkeep Dwarves.

He is just an ordinary dwarf businessman, he just wants to make some money and go back to build his own big house that can fit all his designs, of course, if there is an excess, he can sell some to others at a high price, and the problem of money is easy to say.

However, the issue of life is not negotiable.

Leibkrin hid under the snow, and even though the two huge black shadows had disappeared from sight, and the loud roar had ceased to sound, he still did not act rashly.

After a long time, when the ice and snow around him had melted into a large gap, forming a gap that could fill the width of his fist, he slowly stood up from the snow:

"Brothers! If the business is not done, we will withdraw. ”

Leeblin smacked his mouth, licked the snow on the side of his mouth and spit it out, and immediately said a word to the rest of the caravan, before he rushed to the side of the Snow Peak Sheep, who also buried his body in the snow, and rode up directly:

"Hurry up!"

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.

.jujiazy.