James still moved forward.

On the road of the strong, there is never a retreat that can go to the other side.

Walking on the edge of life and death is not why I came to this wild land?

He told himself this and continued to walk south for three days.

The woods slowly thinned out, but tonight the starlight and the silver moon dimmed, and only the bloody red moon stained the land with enchantment, and like the melody here, the march of eternal slaughter.

It also illuminates James' path, the blood-colored distance.

He was lying on a tree, with branches growing horizontally enough for his body to stretch freely.

Maybe it's because without the carnivorous beasts, the nights here are beautiful.

Countless fireflies broke through the blood-colored blockade of the red moon, lit up the mottled trees, and brought hope to many small tree frogs or small tree lizards to continue to survive.

Small animals such as rats, snakes, and arthropods that look like worms have also begun to forage at night, and they are all playing into the natural law of the jungle.

James knew he would soon be one of them.

Or maybe they've been one of them for a long time.

It's been nearly three months since he left the Forest of Whispers, and he's spent at least half of his time killing.

The fierce beasts encountered range from the baner society that can be played with to the fierce wolves, and then to the lair of the bipedal wyvern in front of them, and the further south you go, the stronger and more deadly the beasts become.

This is the path I chose.

My wife and children are still waiting for my return, and so are my family.

From the day he saw the bipedal wyvern, he developed a habit when he went on the road alone.

Muttering to himself with the hilt of his knife to his forehead every night to strengthen his confidence seems to have given him a lot of courage as well.

At least there has been no retreat in the past three days.

His movements were very agile, because his injured leg was almost healed, and the small animals along the way all died under the two straight knives, selflessly contributing blood and flesh, so that his strength recovered quickly, and it was almost the same as when he left the caveman's cave.

And it's very close to the lair of the bipedal wyvern.

Having wandered through many places, he had noticed a change in the environment all the way south, the dirt under his feet slowly turning to gravel, and the animals along the way getting smaller and smaller.

He knew that Wyvern's lair would usually be found in open rock piles or in small bushes.

Because of its large size, it cannot live in the woods.

Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, it's time to enter its warning range, I don't know if this hairless bird has entered the realm of the strong...

The god of fire is above, and I hope there is none.

James hadn't fallen asleep yet, and the smell of loneliness was tormenting him.

Like the dragon, the Wyvern flies on a pair of fleshy wings on its back, but it lacks the scales and bone spurs of the dragons, nor does it have long horns, nor do they have forelimbs. They aren't very capable of hand-to-hand combat, and their pointed mouths and thick claws aren't hard to dodge, but they can spew poison!

Each bipedal wyvern has two bulbous sacs under its jaws!

The toxins contained in it can poison three or four huge Kodo beasts at once.

What does it feel like to spray a poison that can kill Kodomon on a person?

James wanted to try.

Because he felt that he could escape, just find a woods and burrow into it, and it was impossible for a very large hairless bird to kill itself in the dense woods.

With this in mind, he walked for another day before entering the edge of the Wyvern's lair.

Don't ask him how he knows.

Anyone who smells the strong commotion on the rocks or on the edge of the bushes will know that this is a powerful beast's means of swearing its territory - urinating or excreting to leave warnings and threats.

In this rocky beach overgrown with bushes, there was no other powerful beast but this hairless bird.

He walked carefully through the bushes, only a meter of thorns and weeds could not cover his body, so he had to hunch over and bend his legs, like the cavemen who cautiously approached their prey.

This position is very uncomfortable to walk in.

In just an hour, he felt like he had traveled hundreds of miles.

Luckily, he was able to lie on the ground.

Because just twenty meters in front of them, there are two large rocks that form an inverted "eight" shape and stand tall, and many branches are piled up in the middle to form a very rough nest.

There are still many white bones around, some of which have been gnawed by insects, and some still have a little bit of shredded meat, exuding a disgusting smell of rot.

James wasn't at all worried about being spotted by the Wyvern, though the stupid bird was now napping in the nest.

Before he came, he had mixed up the mud from the woods and a lump of clump of excrement from stupid birds, and covered his clothes and bare skin, not sparing even his long hair and beard.

He looked like a piece of excrement now.

It smells too.

Swear by the beard of the god of fire, no beast in this world would be interested in tumbling over its excrement!

That's what he thought, and he was right.

It's just a swarm of buzzing mosquitoes that keep hovering around him, which annoys him a little.

Why don't you take advantage of this hairless bird to snooze over and stab it?

Or wait until it flies away to feed, and then sneak through?

The thought had been swirling in his mind half an hour ago, and it was still there.

James had a hard time deciding, and if he wanted to do it, there was no better chance than sneaking up on a stupid bird who was napping; If you choose to wait, the devil knows when it will be hungry.

With the god of fire on top, many fierce beasts are different from humans and do not need to eat every day.

For example, the snake people in the Zee of Terror are not hungry for at least seven days after a full meal, although they are not classified as ferocious beasts.

The sanity that prevented James from making a move was to make a mistake about the strength of this bipedal wyvern.

The pinnacle of warriors comparable to the Terrans?

Or the realm of the strong?

This is not visible from the outside, and it is not mentioned in the books or legends that I have read.

All he could see was its strength, its claws thicker than his thighs, and the two sacs under its jaws larger than his head.

If the warrior is at the top of his life, he is confident that he will be able to get out of the way even if he can't win; But if it is the realm of the strong, hehe, then he can become the little attendant of the old widower and the god of fire in advance.

He didn't dare to take risks, not because he lacked courage, but because he didn't want to gamble his life with a possibility.

The difference between bravery and recklessness, he distinguishes very clearly.

After another half hour, when James felt that it was better to take a gamble than continue to be harassed by flies and mosquitoes, his god of fire made a choice for him.

The bipedal wyvern woke up.

It raised its wings, stretched its long neck, and looked in James' direction.

Damn it!

Am I being discovered?

James's heart first shrank suddenly, and then beat violently and uncontrollably.

But he still didn't move.

It was also because he did not move that a battle was avoided.

The Wyvern's head tilted, and it let out a loud and unpleasant call, and then strode up into the sky with its wings outstretched, slowly turning into a small black dot.

Call...

It turned out to be a false alarm.

Damn hairless birds!

James stood up with a deep sigh of relief, and then took a step further south.

Hey?

As he strode forward, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the nest of tree branches, and found several cyan round things inside, larger than his head.

It turned out to be the eggs of a two-legged wyvern, three!

There are no dangers, and there are gifts!

The unreliable Vulcan is still very good to me.

He picked one up and planned to take it with him, so that he could roast and eat it on the way.

If there is no shortage of food, I will bring back my son as a gift, as for how to divide an egg between two sons~

Let your wife worry about it.

The eggs were too big for him to hold two.

Boom...

A high-pitched, angry voice sounded not far away, and James immediately turned and ran into the woods, a two-legged wyvern rolling up a large amount of sand and dust, and chasing after him.

Damn it!

How did this stupid bird come back again, and so fast!

James cursed as he ran, glancing back from time to time.

No, this one is obviously a little smaller than the one that flew away.

He understood in an instant, because a two-legged wyvern can't lay eggs......

The chase lasted a whole day, and it is unknown how far the chase went, and although James had already burrowed into the woods several times, the Wyvern did not give up.

Perhaps, it's the relationship that he has been holding that egg in his arms.

It wasn't until the Blood Moon rose into the sky, once again sprinkling the earth with blood, that the Wyvern stopped chasing.

It's not that it doesn't want to chase anymore, it's that it can't chase anymore.

A long, sharp trunk suddenly rose from the woods, piercing its body with precision.

But James wasn't glad at all.

Because at this moment, a giant eight or nine meters tall stood in front of him, with high muscles under his bronzed skin, and only a piece of animal skin around his waist.

And as the wyvern wailed and fell, the huge body also crouched down, hanging its head deeper than James's shoulders, and staring at him with two large eyes.

This TMD is a giant family......

James' first instinct was to explode into a foul mouth.

Then I added in my heart: The damn Vulcan is on top, this time it's more fun...