The sudden sound of the horn made Chen Xuan stop.

"Woo~"

Immediately afterward, a second, longer-toned horn sounded as well.

Looking in the direction of the source, he discovered that both horns were coming from the east.

By the time it reached him, it had become a little blurry and profound.

After two horns, the distant sky returned to a state of silence.

Chen Xuan couldn't help frowning, thinking in his heart.

"There's a situation."

"In ancient times, the trumpet was usually used as a signal to herald."

"The sound is coming from the east, is it a warning from the suspected settlement?"

He didn't act rashly.

In line with the principle of not going to join in the fun, it was decided to release the drone again for detection.

At this time, the sky is dark, like the morning sun has not yet fully risen.

If there is a fire in the distance, the drone will definitely be able to see it.

……

Eya Forest, Colo Leon Farm next to the River of Fireflies.

The open land on the banks of the river has very fertile soil.

Large fields have been cultivated here, and alfalfa and soybeans are also cultivated.

Dozens of cows and 12 forest horses are raised.

The agricultural and animal husbandry products produced will be sent to the city of Magdam, more than 20 miles to the east.

- This is a small city adjacent to the Eya Forest that provides a transit for passing adventurers, and is one of the more prosperous towns along the long border of the Kingdom of Duroa.

On the other side of the River, at the foot of the northern hills, there is a small monster cave.

As a result, the Colo Leon Farm has also become a resting place for adventurers here to replenish their supplies.

Bounded by the river, wooden walls were erected along the banks, and six simple watchtowers were built to guard against monster attacks.

There are also two humble wooden lodges on the farm for adventurous travellers.

Of course, all of this comes with a fee.

At this time, the inside of the Colo Leon farm was already brightly lit, and more than a dozen braziers hung in the corners of the walls.

The oil-rich pine wood was burned to the point of "crackling", and the air was filled with the choking smell of incomplete burning.

As soon as the sun sets and the blue sun sets in the west, the pseudo-night that lasts for six hours will come.

Then there was an eighteen hour long moonlit night.

When night falls, most adventurers choose to return early.

Because the monsters become extremely violent and bloodthirsty at this time, they will often take the opportunity to attack the farms and towns near the caves.

As is customary, adventurers who come to the farm to stay and recuperate will consciously take on the responsibility of guarding.

Until the next round of daylight comes.

There are currently about two dozen adventurers gathered on the farm.

Among them are the physically strong mountain barbarians, as well as the boars and ironfist dwarves with incredible stamina.

There are also half-elven rangers with longbows and quivers, canine swordsmen, cat-eared scouts, and human priests of light and elemental spellcasters in blue and white robes.

The various humanoid races prove that this world is by no means a human race.

It's just that under the threat of the emergence of monsters in various places, most of the intelligent races have chosen to live in harmony.

The frontal battlefield is guarded by the allied armies of the major kingdoms.

The small and medium-sized caverns scattered around towns and resource points are solved by adventurers from all over the world.

In between, there's a monster threat and a formed mercenary group.

In order to deal with the monster disaster, the intelligent races of this world have formed a targeted system.

A balanced situation can be maintained.

Monsters raid towns/farms at night to loot and kill, and adventurers actively hunt monsters during the day, using energy storage crystals to absorb the magic that escapes after death, and dig out useful magic materials.

Both sides are hunters and hunters of each other, and their identities are often reversed.

All the adventurers had already reached an agreement a few hours ago, divided into two groups of men, to be on duty in a twelve-hour rotation.

On the guard tower next to the wooden wall on the riverbank, two slender figures with longbows and black coats lowered the horns in their hands.

Across the river, which is more than ten meters wide, you can clearly see a pair of vicious eyes that radiate scarlet light lurking in the low bushes on the other side of the river.

In the shadows of the forest farther away, there were even more shadows, as if there were trolls walking.

The monster is coming!

This time they came earlier than ever.

It actually appeared on the shore before the pseudo-night was fully arranged.

Therefore, the rangers, who were sentinels, did not hesitate to blow the horn.

After the warning, the alternate adventurers also grabbed their weapons and walked out of the hostel.

The Colo León Farm has been established since ten years ago.

At that time, there were no monster caves in the vicinity, and life had been very peaceful.

It wasn't until three years ago that adventurers came to the cave after it appeared.

In order to cope with the monsters at night, the farmer Chloe built fortifications.

There is no shortage of wood around, and there is a river of fireflies with a width of more than 10 meters.

As long as the pontoon bridge is removed before dark, it will be difficult for the monsters to launch an effective impact.

And in the past three years, the scale of monster attacks has not been large, and the total number rarely exceeds fifty.

After all, there are always a few teams of adventurers who are near the cave to hunt down monsters.

After the horn sounded, Chloe León himself climbed to the roof with his son, who had just turned 16, carrying a waist crossbow.

Firing points were set up there, not only chest-length wooden bunkers, but also rattan baskets ready to be filled with crossbow arrows.

The atmosphere on the farm was not tense, and everyone seemed to be familiar with the road.

While everyone was waiting with torches held high, a white-haired and red-eyed cat-eared scout looked extremely solemn.

One of her hands was on the short blade at her waist, while the other hand was always on her chest, looking worried.

As the minutes and seconds passed, the three moons in the sky bloomed at the same time at one moment.

The largest sun has completely disappeared at the end of the world.

The pseudo-night has arrived.

"Whew~"

"Roar..."

"Boom!"

Bone-chilling roars rang from across the river.

It was a monster leaping, and these guys never knew what fear was.

……

The gaze switches to the other side of the riverbank.

The scale of the monsters that have been dormant here seems to be beyond the expectations of adventurers.

Hundreds of monsters with crude weapons were waiting for the order to charge.

In addition to the goblins that are the largest number of cannon fodder, there are many powerful monsters mixed in.

Under the three-colored moonlight, a seductive figure was flapping its purple wings and hovering in the air a few meters above the ground, and the pale pink smoke was still emitting from its body.

Her countenance was stunning, and her bright red eyes were like blood.

There are purple secret lines on the white skin, which makes it even more bewitching.

The plump mountains and slender waist form a great visual contrast.

The clothes are even more exposed, with only a small amount of black leather covering the two points and the mysterious area.

Enough to drive any male creature into a frenzy!

If it weren't for the pair of threaded horns on her head that bent backwards, showing her evil temperament, she would simply be a stunner in the world.

All the monsters are faintly centered on her.

When the pseudo-night came, her red lips slowly opened, and she whispered in an indifferent and cold voice.

"I, Sophie, the Heart-Peeling Succubus, give you orders!"

"Go, go, good boys..."

"Take back the demon seed and kill the lowly human !!"

……