C1 Eerie monster

It was late autumn, and the Roaring Mountain Range was entering its most enchanting season of the year. The autumn wind that blew across the mountains dyed the bright-eyed trees in many colors. Multicolored leaves the size of apricots hung from long, straight branches like sharp arrows. They danced in the wind and chanted along with the wind, as if they were the most beautiful spirit of the continent.

Leaves the size of apricots, shaped like apricot cores, have a round colored spot in the center of the leaf. The colorful spots were about the size of a grape and were round. They looked like the pupils of an eye. This was the origin of the beautiful name of the Bright Eye Tree.

The originally green leaves had now been dyed colorful by the autumn wind. Some of the dark green pupils had turned purplish blue, some had turned brown, and some had turned black. They were like beautiful bright eyes staring at the roaring mountains.

The bright-eyed tree was called the most beautiful Elf's Eye in the Kadri Continent, and the bright-eyed tree's pupils were also of different colors: the same jade-green leaves, the same circular spots in the middle, red, orange, yellow, green, green, blue, purple, and various other colors. These colored spots flickered under the sunlight, like beautiful multi-colored eyes, staring at the roaring mountains.

Perhaps it was because it was used to reminisce those Elves who had disappeared from the continent a thousand years ago, or perhaps it was because of its beauty, but it attracted the chants of countless bards. The bards who came to Roaring Mountain in search of inspiration came one after another, to roar at the beauty of the mountains and to roar at the mystery of the mountains.

However, a patrol that had mysteriously disappeared from the Howling Mountain Range made the relations between the Cendya Empire and the Cadderly Empire tense up. They became enemies overnight and went into combat readiness.

Without going through any diplomatic channels, the imperial army of the Kedeli surrounded the unprepared city of the Cindy Empire. After that, the unrelenting Cistercian army immediately launched an anti-siege, and Pushy became the center of attention throughout the entire Kadri continent. News of Pushka was being discussed in every tavern and town.

The battle between the two strongest powers in Cahora caused chaos in the small countries, cities, and autonomous regions of the continent. Benefits, power, resources, all sorts of contradictions were like a broken dominoes. The chain reaction cast an unprecedented shadow over the entire continent.

No one bothered to investigate the cause of all this. Everyone gradually forgot about the inexplicable disappearance of the team. In the eyes of everyone in power, there was only 'what do I want'!

At the foot of the Roaring Roars, the town of Ott still retained its pre-war scenery. With its serenity and peace, it wandered around in time, but this was probably only the last autumn. The town of Ott was located at the foot of the Roaring Mountain Range. It was an enchanting place in autumn, but after the outbreak of the war, there had been fewer and fewer bards passing by. Especially after the rumors about monsters half a month ago, not a single one of them had been seen.

At the moment, a young man was lying on a flat grassland in the valley with his eyes narrowed into a line. He had a calm and lazy face, as if he was enjoying the afternoon sun's bathing. His straight black hair caressed his forehead as the wind brushed against it. Occasionally, he would open his eyes, revealing a pair of deep black eyes. He was lying on the soft grass now, as if he had fallen asleep. If not for the grass trembling in his mouth, people would have thought he was fast asleep.

A gust of wind blew past, bringing with it a faint smell of blood. He opened his eyes, which shone like black gems. They shone like the night sky. His many years of life in the Howling Mountain Range had taught him that the beasts that accompanied this fishy smell were definitely magical beasts.

He wasn't worried at all. Every day, he would come to this hidden valley to practice and rest. He had hunted quite a few magical beasts in the past year of his life as a hunter.

From the fishy smell, he could tell that there was a large snake in the distance. He frowned. The snakes on the mountain seemed to have increased in number recently. He had seen quite a few of them in the past few days. If he were to let the children run into them, it would be troublesome. He turned around and looked around. There didn't seem to be any trace of the snake, but where did this fishy smell come from?

He shrugged and thought, "Forget it, who cares? Maybe the snake is hiding somewhere." The last thing he liked to do was meddle in other people's business. He was too lazy to argue with a snake, so he turned around and walked down the mountain.

The fishy wind did not seem to be willing to let up. Instead, it became even more violent. With his experience, he was sure that this was not a mountain snake. The breath of a mountain snake would not make people dizzy, and the wind certainly would not be a natural mountain wind. According to his rich hunting experience, he knew that there was definitely something nearby. Such a strange wind often had powerful magical beasts following it.

Gently, he took out his sword. In his hand, the sword was like a flickering red flame. This Lava Soul was personally strengthened by the Vice Dean of the Mage Academy. It could be considered a pretty good magic weapon. It was a pity that this sword had some innate flaws. No matter how powerful he was, it was impossible for him to display its full power.

"Rustle …"

A strange sound came from the north. It was hidden by a patch of forest with bright eyes. He couldn't see what was inside, but the fishy smell coming from the forest was no doubt getting stronger and stronger. Could it be the monster from the rumors? He remembered the bard who had stumbled down the mountain half a month ago, that pitiful fellow. He stammered, "There … There is a monster!"

After that, the bard ran like a madman and disappeared without a trace. The village chief organized the village men to search the mountain a few times, but he didn't find anything. He always thought that the fellow was crazy. Could it be that what he said was true?

With a skeptical expression, he moved a few more steps into the forest. After looking around, he still couldn't find anything. However, that dizzying stench had already caused him to reach the limits of his endurance. Forget it, if he continued walking forward, he would faint if he did not find anything. He turned around and walked out of the valley. Although his martial arts had improved recently, he didn't think that he would be able to deal with a strong magical beast. It would be better to go back, since it was none of his business.

However, at this moment, a burst of cold, fishy air rushed to the back of his head. "Pa!" It was as if something had flown past his head. Lifting his head, he saw a small tree in front of him fall to the ground with a loud bang, breaking into two.

He turned around in shock. A snake-headed scorpion with two pincers like claws stood a few meters behind him. Its dark green snake head was wriggling, and its triangular eyes were glaring at him.

"What is this?"

He had lived in Ott for several years and was extremely familiar with everything around him, but he had never seen anything so strange. It wasn't that he hadn't seen snakes before, but he had seen scorpions as well. He used to hunt beasts and wild beasts to survive, so he was very familiar with the wild beasts and wild beasts in the mountains.

The strange thing in front of him was beyond his imagination. He felt a sense of danger. Experience had taught him that strange existences were often accompanied by great danger. From the pungent smell of the monster, he already knew that the monster in front of him had toxins in its breath. It was difficult to deal with. If not for his fast reaction just now, he would have been like that small tree, cut into two halves. Even now, he still didn't know how the monster had managed to break the tree into two.

With such a powerful enemy in front of him, he didn't have time to observe how the small tree had been broken. Instead, he carefully guarded against the monsters' attacks. Since he didn't know what the monster was or what skill it possessed, he could only be cautious and didn't attack the monster.

This monster's jade-green triangular head was like a large watermelon, and its breath stung the nose. It had two eyes like two small lightbulbs, but they were strangely blood-red. Its long neck was like a snake, and its body was covered with dark green scales. The two giant pincers were raised high up, but its body was like a scorpion, its dense legs arranged below the body.

Behind its body was the hooked tail of a scorpion. The tip of the scorpion's tail was flashing with a dark green luster. One could tell at a glance that it was highly toxic. By the time he saw the monster, he was already in the limelight, just in case he was hurt by the poisonous gas.

"Hey, who are you?"

Although he was infuriated by the enemy's sneak attack, he still tried to communicate with the monster. Many magical beasts were intelligent, and they could even communicate with humans. He wanted to know what the monster in front of him was. There are many races on this continent that are different from humans. Over a thousand years ago, they already had a common language. Perhaps today, he met a race that hid its unwillingness to meet others.

"Hiss …"

All that answered him were the hissing of snakes and the devilish messages that rolled toward his face.

"You want to do this again?"

The venomous letter almost brushed his face, and the strong stench of it made him nauseous. Fortunately, he was holding his breath, or else he would have fainted from the poisonous gas. It really was a monster. Could it be that this crazy bard encountered it?

The raging flames of the Lava Spirit lit up the surprised face of Muse. It seemed as if the Lava Spirit could sense its master's desire to fight, and it began to burn furiously. The creature wriggled its snake's head, dissatisfied with the two consecutive blows to the air. It looked at the sword and hesitated for a moment.

All wild beasts, he knew, were afraid of fire. Many magical beasts were afraid of fire as well. Although there were a lot of magical beasts who weren't afraid of fire, and were experts at playing with fire, some magical beasts still had a certain level of deterrence towards weapons that had the power of fire magic. With a slight flick of his wrist, a ball of fire rose from the Lava Soul, and he struck it toward the creature.

"Shua ~ ~" The flame gently cut through the monster's head. The creature exhaled a breath of air. The flame was extinguished before it could get close to the monster. However, he didn't use his full strength. He merely probed the monster's attack.

"Hiss …" The monster's voice began to sound mournful. The moment the skill was withdrawn, the venomous message struck for the third time. Faster than the wind and faster than lightning, the speed of the monster was at least twice as fast as before! Before he could retract his sword, in the nick of time, he suddenly raised it to meet the Venomous Trust's attack.

The target of the poison message was the shoulder. If the monster continued to attack, the poison message would be delivered to the Lava Pond. He was smart, and the monster was not stupid. The poison message was drawn, the poison gas was ejected, and the pincer was used to strike the sword. With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the sword pierced straight into the monster's eye. The creature raised its head and retreated. As the sword struck nothing, so did the man!

A faint smile appeared on his face, as if he was ridiculing and feeling proud of himself. He had only learned a year's worth of swordsmanship from the old mercenary in the village. How could he be so impatient? It was all due to his talent. It was unknown why, but he was born with an extremely high talent for martial arts. He was a photographic memory, and understood everything in one breath. A year ago he had been rescued by the Mayor from a coma in the woods outside the town of Ott Hill.

His memory was almost completely blank. Fortunately, he could still speak. For some reason, he felt that he was missing something. That was the past. At the same time, he realized that he was different from everyone else. He was the only one here with black hair and black eyes. He didn't know why he was so different. The simple townspeople of Ott didn't reject him because he was different. They were friendly to him.

It was the Mayor who had given him the name, and he liked it, so he used it.

There was a handicapped old mercenary in the town, and the Mayor sent him to live next door to the old mercenary, and the two of them stayed in the same yard. In order to live, he had to do odd jobs or go hunting in the Ott Mountains. He found out that his physique was excellent. Furthermore, he seemed to be born with the ability to hunt and learn some martial arts. The old mercenary often teamed up with him and went hunting for beasts and even taught him some martial arts.

One thing that everyone found strange was that, just like a dried up piece of land, he was able to absorb all knowledge. Whether it was martial skills or other things, the speed at which he grasped them all was astonishing.

Having missed the third strike, the monster was enraged. It let out a long hiss as it closed in on Michaels. How could the Lava Soul let the monster be so impudent? Flames danced, jumped, and roared as they erupted from the sword. Although he wasn't proficient in martial arts, the power of his sword and the speed of his sword made up for it. A hot air gushed out, burning as it swept towards the monster.

The monster didn't seem to be afraid of the fire. It looked like it had nothing to fear. "Hiss hiss!" The monster grinned as it charged at the sword with its dark green pincers. Surprisingly, the pair of large pincers was exceptionally powerful. He felt a powerful force attack him, so he quickly twisted his body to avoid it. Then, he thrust his sword towards the monster's eyes. He knew that regardless of whether it was a monster or a magical beast, their eyes were the weakest part.

Dong …

The shock wave passed through the sword and struck back. The monster's pincers covered his eyes and struck the Lava Soul. He could barely hold on and the sword almost flew out of his hand. The monster's strength was truly great, and its body was also very powerful. Even with the Lava Spirit's fire magic and sharpness, no marks were left on its pincers.

The monster seized the sword with a pair of pincers and tried to snatch it away. The monster was not as strong as he was, and he was dragged by the monster, but he still held on to the Lava Pond with all his might.

"Hiss, hiss ~" The monster laughed sinisterly.

At the same time, the soaring flames engulfed the sword and pincers. The fiery-red flames also turned orange, and in the blink of an eye, a faintly burnt smell drifted out.

"Hiss ~ ~" The monster howled into the sky. The pain caused the poison message to instantly grow several times longer as it rolled towards the face of Mies.

He had to use all his strength to resist the monster's pincer. The instant the pincer was released, he swung his head to the side and quickly retreated. Seeing the poison letter flying towards him, he gritted his teeth and aimed the tip of his sword upward, aiming for the poison letter. The monster had just suffered a moment ago, so it quickly retreated. Its pair of red triangular eyes that were filled with hatred and anger stared at him tyrannically.

The first strike was a success. The courage in his heart grew, and the Lava Spirit attacked again, accompanied by his loud shout. The monster that had just suffered a great loss desperately swung its scorched pincers while dodging. Clearly, it no longer dared to underestimate the sword's power.

Although he was a genius, he had only learned swords for over a year and still couldn't unleash any dou qi. He was unable to unleash the true power of the Lava Spirit, and apart from illumination magic, he didn't know anything. Although he continuously tried to attack, he didn't have any dou qi nor was he as strong as the monster. If it weren't for the monster's fear of the Lava Spirit's fire-type magic, the sword in his hand would have been knocked flying long ago. Once the monster was careful, even it would be difficult for him to gain an advantage.

After a dozen or so sword strikes, he had to avoid the poisonous gas of the monster. However, when the sword stabbed into the monster's body, the scales on the monster's body could be blocked. Instead, his hand felt sore from the vibrations. His moves began to slow down. After all, he had only learned the sword for more than a year and had yet to develop any battle qi. He also had not gone through any cruel battles or training. With his experience and skills, the two of them never went on too much of an adventure.

Unfortunately, the monster in front of him wasn't going to give in. The venomous message came rolling back for the fourth time. The venomous gas kept spitting out from its mouth, and its hooked tail swayed as it tried to find the flaw.

Concentrate, drag the sword, lift it, backslash. With all his strength, he slashed at the Venomous Stick, determined to cut it in half with a single blow. The venomous letter's soft and cunning retracting disappeared without a trace. In the next instant, a jade-green mist shot out from the monster's mouth and enveloped its head.

"This is bad!"

However, his reaction was not slow in the slightest. He held his breath, borrowing the force of the sword move to propel himself backwards. The dark green poisonous gas hit the ground, and the poisonous fog curled up from a small hole. The green grass in the hole instantly turned charred black. The grass instantly withered, and it was only half a foot away from him.

"What a vicious monster!"

The creature didn't intend to give up. The dark green mist shot out again, and at the same time, its huge hooked tail shot towards the head of the man. Knowing that he couldn't fight back, he used the cover of the trees to evade the monsters' pursuit. The Bright Eyed Tree was ravaged by the monsters one by one. It became harder and harder for him to evade them.

"This won't do. I have to think of a way to eliminate this monster, or else when it descends the mountain, the village will be in trouble." He suddenly thought of the trap he had dug on the mountain, and with a single thought, he began to run.

The monster caught up to him as he suddenly ran away. Its gas jet was too short, so it hurriedly chased after him while waving its pincers and screeching. However, he did not run in a straight line. There were simply too many legs on the ground. He was afraid that he would be unable to keep up with the monster's speed, so he ran among the trees and rocks. Although the monster was fast, its body was too large. Its turn was not as fast or as fast as that of the man. Several times the hooks and pincers almost made contact with the man, but the man managed to avoid them and put some distance between them.

"Hiss …"

The monster howled with indignation and chased after him. Fortunately, they were in a valley with trees and rocks everywhere around them. The monster was unable to release its speed, and the trees and rocks became powerful weapons for him to dodge the monster's attack.

He had dug a few traps on the mountain so that he could have fresh game to eat every day. However, he didn't expect that the trap would be of help to him today. Monsters, after all, were monsters. Although they were vicious, they lacked some scheming skills. Seeing the terrified look on the face of the man as he suddenly fell to the ground, the monster didn't doubt him and chased after him with big strides.

Just as it was about to lift its head and shoot the poison gas again, its legs gave way and with a "boom" it fell into the trap that he had dug out earlier.

The trap was not very big, and the monster's body was so big that it could not turn around even after it was trapped. Although it screamed and sprayed the white gas upwards, its hooked tail waving about, it was unable to reach the man. This monster's snake head was truly tough. Even though it was such a big stone, it didn't break at all. It shook a few times and raised its pincers as if to catch him. The hooked tail behind him forcefully flung outwards.

Although the pit wasn't big, it was very deep. There were still pointed stakes stuck in the pit. These stakes had already deeply pierced into the monster's body. Blood flowed unceasingly from the monster's body.

"Hiss — Hiss —" The monster let out a mournful howl.

The monster was already injured, but it didn't seem to be as strong as it was before. Some of its scales had been broken by the boulder, and it howled in pain.

"I don't know what kind of monster you are, but since you offended me, you can only blame your own bad luck. Perhaps you knew that I was short on money recently, so you hurriedly sent it to me. I won't be polite then."

With a smug expression, he picked up the boulder and threw it into the pit, exclaiming, "Praise the gods! Bring me such a magical beast! Katyushan will definitely be interested in you! It looks like I've got my rent this year. "

A thick, dark green poisonous gas shot towards the back of the beast like an arrow. The beast was trapped in a dangerous spot, and it burst forth with great potential.