In the Tale language, the prefix "mountain" in front of it is indeed just a common sign that indicates where they are infested, but "growler" is often the biggest impression that adventurers have of them. jújíá?y.?? m

For adventurers, Mountain Growlers are undoubtedly the least willing enemy of all birds and beasts, and not just because they are berserk beasts.

It's not just because they are the most powerful of the beasts, even the underage Mountain Growler has a life force strength of about six energy levels, and the adult Mountain Growler has a team of seven eight-level adventurers who are wiped out after encountering it.

Normally, because of the difference in size and vitality, against a dragon, it takes at least a team of 5-10 people of the same energy level to have a chance to win.

However, in the face of a wild beast, although a team of 5-10 people of the same energy level can also win, because of the ferocity of the beast, even if it is seriously injured and dying, it will never retreat, and it often has to pay the price of more than half of the lives of the people to achieve victory in the true sense.

This is also the reason why many adventurers are reluctant to encounter wild beasts.

Among them, the Bird and Beast Beast is the most unpopular among adventurers because of its ability to drive the storm and the impact surface is huge.

However, one of the most dangerous reasons for the Mountain Growlers is that they have very keen perceptual spells, and when they spot an enemy, they will let out a violent roar, attracting other birds and beasts.

These mountain growlers are like sentinels.

Once it is discovered, then, what will usher in is a group, and it is the offensive of a large group of birds and beasts!

Waltor's eyes widened, and he turned around without hesitation, intending to quickly leave the area.

......

In the water, the body of the swamp dragon Yar swam quickly along the bed of the mountain stream, which was not wide.

The swamp dragon Yar didn't know what those birds and beasts were, or what their characteristics were.

However, its flesh and blood can be a sacrifice to the crown on the awakening day, and it is very valuable as a flesh sacrifice for the newborn nest dragon.

However, as the commander, Yar is no longer the newborn nest dragon who was ignorant when he was in the swamp lair, and in the face of thirty or forty birds and beasts that are not much different from other swamp dragons, Yar with only three swamp dragons, obviously does not intend to confront it head-on.

Although its body and length are larger than those of the largest bird, the difference in size is visually reversed when the other party spreads its wings.

Jarl's personality is not the same as that of other Nest Dragon Lords.

It is not as taciturn as the anti-crow, meticulously completing the orders of the crown, and other than that, it will not take the initiative to do anything, even the battle is the same way of thinking, and there will be no superfluous actions.

Nor is it like the Jurass, which led the enemy to lead the prey into an ambush and lure it to kill.

Its strategy in the face of its prey and the enemy is to weaken the prey as much as possible and make the prey lose the ability to resist before launching a final offensive.

But......

Swamp Dragon Yar also knew exactly how much damage his own body fluids and those of other swamp dragons could do to their prey.

The prey they hunt can only be eaten by themselves.

The wreckage left behind was also damaged.

It had seen more than once that the anti-crow stared at itself without saying a word for a long time before flapping its wings and flying away.

The marsh dragon Yar didn't think it couldn't defeat the birds, it was just worried that it might destroy the remains of its prey.

It was going to continue to walk through these birds and beasts, and wait for the other nest dragons in the dragon's nest to come to its aid—

Just as His Majesty had admonished him on Awakening Day, he sent two swamp dragons back to the dragon's lair to inform the other nest dragons at the same time as reporting to His Crown.

In the slightly turbid water, the swamp dragon Yar held the jewel-like blood-colored core, quietly lurking at the bottom of the water and slowly crawling forward.

The gills on the back of its cheeks and neck opened and closed slightly, but there was no mud and sand pouring in, as if it was not breathing through its gills at all.

......

The roars of birds and beasts resounded among the mountains and forests.

Birds and beasts with square jaws and fangs in their mouths, wearing extremely conspicuous vertical crowns, led more than 30 birds and beasts to fly by the mountains, forests and waters.

As the wings of the birds and beasts flapped, the wind elemental whistled, propelling their bodies over the trees.

And when they fly through the air, they are able to capture a wide field of vision.

Naturally, their eyes were focused on the surface of the water.

Although there is still a little ice and snow left near the shore, there is basically no ice floe in the flowing mountain streams and small rivers.

Their pair of eyes, which have extraordinary vision, can clearly see every part of the river's surface and streams, and can clearly identify what kind of abnormalities are occurring in the area.

However, the enemy who had attacked them just now was gone.

However, with the character of birds and beasts that bite to death, they don't intend to give up at all, let alone let go of this place so easily.

With the roar of the birds and beasts with square jaws, several birds and beasts went up along the mountain stream and the small river, and several birds and beasts went down along the mountain stream, and the remaining thirty birds and beasts searched near the place where the enemy had disappeared.

......

Feeling the cold sensation around his body, Waltor slightly urged the life force in his body, making his body, hidden among the low grass and trees, slightly warmer.

The roar in the distance, from behind the side, made him feel a little more relieved.

The voice should have sounded near the mountain stream and river, far away from him, so there should be no problem.

Cautiously, he moved forward again.

Try to keep your movements as low as possible, try not to touch the grass around you, and avoid making sounds and movements.

At the same time, of course, he remembered that the enemy he had to guard against was the hunter of the air, and chose as much as possible to take the route that led to the tree or some other shelter located above.

However, just as he had crawled some distance, suddenly, a slightly dazzling scene appeared in his field of vision.

Is that...... A mountain stream and a small river, the dazzling light is the sunlight reflected on the surface of the river.

Waltor breathed a sigh of relief.

If it was the glow of life force or other elemental energy, then he could only shout bad luck.

And now, it is clear that he does not need to leave his last words.

He glanced around, and the river followed the mountain, diagonally downward, until it bent again a few hundred meters away.

The shortest route Voltor wanted to get out of the mountains was to cross the river and go straight down.

However, there is no cover on the river, and if you cross it like this, you may be spotted by the birds and beasts in the sky.

After a brief hesitation, he chose to be safe and hide in the woods where there was a hiding place.

However, before he could go far, suddenly, a dark shadow appeared in his eyes.

In his line of sight, a horned horse with thick nose horns appeared in his field of vision.

And the moment he saw the other party, the other party also saw him, and couldn't help but let out a warning exclamation.

This sound immediately attracted the attention of a bird and beast that was flying along the riverside a few hundred meters away.

It immediately flapped its wings and flew over.

The traces of Voltor and the horned nose horse also came into his eyes at this moment.

Almost instantly, a sharp whistle sounded over the mountain forest.

"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.