A scarlet sunset shone on the western mountain, and the night was like a fishing net, spreading down from the sky.

The sun shone its last rays on the trees in the Ghost Forest, a bright star, shining in the blue sky.

In an open field in the woods, a bonfire rises, and the flames illuminate the darkness around them. Three teenagers sat around the campfire, laughing and talking, and Clio roasted a fragrant hare meat.

In the dark forest, a dark shadow approached them with light steps, a tall and thin black shadow hiding behind a tree pole, and carefully watching the figure around the campfire opposite.

"Young Master," Dorson lowered his voice, "someone is hiding in the shadows and watching us. His thick, large hooked nose smelled the scent of someone else nearby.

Humans rely mainly on their eyes to understand their surroundings, but dogs rely on their noses. Because dogs are nocturnal creatures in the wild, their sense of smell is much more sensitive than their vision. And the unique talent of the Stuarts makes their sense of smell several times more sensitive than that of dogs. Their keen sense of smell is able to sniff out the different scents emitted by various creatures.

Macon whispered back to him, "How many?"

"a"

He then asked, "Where are you hiding?"

Dowson replied in the affirmative, "Behind the tree pole on the east side." ”

Clio whispered to the side, "Young Master, I'll go and catch him." ”

"Be careful not to be discovered. Macon reminded his men.

"Don't worry, young master. Cleo stretched, got up and walked towards the woods in front of him, and in the blink of an eye. His figure disappeared into the darkness. Clio quietly circled along the pitch-black woods. Then he silently circled behind the shadow.

The dark shadow, who had been watching the movement on the other side, suddenly noticed the breath exhaled by someone behind him. He was immediately frightened and panicked. In order to avoid the pursuit of his uncle's men, he has always been cautious these days, and he did not expect that someone would be able to approach him without being noticed by him.

"Don't move," Clio said, holding the dagger against the opponent's waist, sharply warning, "or I'll stab you to death." "If the other party dares to move, then he will do what he says. Although he is not a cold-blooded and ruthless killer. But there will be no mercy on strangers with bad intentions.

Aaron Redwin's face was pale, and he stood there motionless, and he only felt a cold sweat running down his spine. "Don't kill me," he begged, "how much my uncle will give you, I will give you double...... Five, five times. ”

"Go ahead," Cleo urged with a sharp dagger against the other's back, "hurry." Don't play tricks. "He didn't understand why the other man said those things, did he think we were the ones who were chasing him?

Aaron's whole body trembled, cold sweat broke out, and his heart pounded in his craggy chest. He moved slowly, towards the two figures sitting opposite the campfire. He was a little flustered, and without waiting for the other party to speak, he said, "Please, don't... Don't kill me!"

"Say it!" Macon turned and looked up at the other, "why are you hiding in the shadows and peeking at us?" ”

"I... I—" Aaron said with a little fear and trembling, "I thought you were... It's me... Someone sent by my uncle. His axe-like face was painted with haggard weariness and uneasy terror. In order to avoid being pursued, he had not closed his eyes for several days and nights.

"Who is your uncle?" The bright red light of the fire clearly shone on Macon's face, with a square face and a wide forehead, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a copper face with edges and corners, as rough and bold as a stone carving.

"Lord of Griffonburg, Baron Hopper Redwing. He almost blurted out that he could not hesitate in this crisis situation.

Macon told a terrified Aaron, "Don't be afraid, we're not your uncle's men. Then he commanded, "Cleo put away the dagger." ”

Cleo draws the dagger back and holds it in his hand. He walked over to the campfire and sat down again, then used his dagger to cut a piece of rabbit meat from the whole hare that was grilled on a branch. Gulping and biting.

"And who are you?" Aaron's face changed slightly, and his hands and feet were shaking less violently than before.

Macon hesitated for a moment, and lied, "Adventurer." He did not intend to take his identity lightly against the other party, whether or not the person was hostile or threatening to him.

They were indeed dressed as adventurers, and Aaron had no doubts about this, he asked with a little restraint, "Can you give me something to eat?" He was starving these days, and the two trembling bent legs under him were barely able to stand, like dry branches that could not resist the wind.

Macon looked him up and down carefully, then laughed loudly, "Come and sit down, Cleo will cut a piece of rabbit meat for him." ”

Aaron took the roasted rabbit leg from the other man's hand, and he stuffed the rabbit meat into his mouth and gulped it down. As he swallowed the last piece of rabbit meat, he couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"

"Fort Terror. Macon sued him.

"Can you take me with you?" Aaron looked at each other expectantly, "I can pay you." "At the moment he was like grasping at a life-saving straw. "As long as you can take us with you, you can take as many gold coins as you want. ”

At this moment, a shadow flew over their heads over the trees. After a while, they saw a group of monsters with the head of a griffin waving their huge wings and swooping towards them.

In a panic, Macon and his men ran into the dark woods, a terrified Aaron following the adventurer.

The ferocious griffons swooped through the campfire, a pile of smoky firewood fluttering around with the griffons' sharp claws, and half of the rabbit meat was swallowed by one of the griffins.

"How can there be griffons here?" said Cleo, hiding behind the tree, with a puzzled expression.

"Shhhhhh ”

Although griffons do not have night vision, they can still gather the faintest light to see their surroundings and hunt with ease. Their sense of hearing is even more acute, and they can distinguish footsteps from a mile away.

"Young master, I'll go and lure them away. ”

"No," Macon's voice was low and urgent, "the beasts will eat you." ”

The black dragon 'Nesario' flew over the woods, Sir Colin, Knight Quentin, and Baron Eligan all sitting on its wide back. The dragon's body was huge, and its back was large enough to accommodate dozens of people to sit on.

It was the first time that Knight Quentin had ridden on the back of a black dragon, and his mood was both excited and excited. For knights, being able to own a dragon mount is a symbol of supreme honor and strength. Baron Eligon's mood was even more unsettled, he never imagined that he would be able to soar through the sky on the back of a dragon in his lifetime.

"There's a fire down there. ”

Sir Colin reached out and patted the black dragon on the neck and commanded, "Man, fly down." ”

With a low roar, Nesario quickly retracted his wings and swooped his neck towards the trees on the ground, its speed like a lightning bolt of lightning in the wind. (To be continued......)