The Legend of Fatality

Two young riders controlled his mount, and their long training played a good role in the face of sudden attacks. The shouting of soldiers and the barking of dogs came from the bushes behind them, indicating that there would be rescue in a few minutes.

Before that, these two young riders could only rely on themselves. The two hunters on horseback passed through a highland bush, where the gorse and heather flowers sang slowly, and they grew on a sandy land. The trees here have been wiped out for many years.

In search of wild boars or stags, the Berdini brothers accidentally discovered something unexpected and terrifying: the biped flying dragon that has been sleeping.

This beast of brown scales is said to be a close relative of the dragon, away from its usual mountain hunting ground, and fell asleep in a deep ditch, blocked by tall ferns and bushes.

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Now, the angry beast woke up from its rest, stood up, and spread its wings to the sky.

"Don't let it run away!" Shouted the older Martin of the Bertini brothers.

"Why? We can't eat it!" Bren shouted to his brother.

"It can't, but think of hanging its head on the wall as a booty!"

Brother grunted dissatisfiedly, put down the wild boar gun, hit the leg on the horse's neck, then jumped off the horse and landed on the ground. Then quickly removed the bow and arrow from the shoulder. His horse, usually a trained mare, is very happy to escape from the large predator as soon as possible.

Bren pulled out an arrow with a wide arrow from the arrow barrel, put on a bow, and started shooting in a few breaths. The arrow flew up, hitting the brown creature just at the joints of the shoulders and wings, and it trembled. Slowly, his wings slumped weakly.

Martin jumped from the horse, holding his wild boar gun tightly, and his horse quickly ran towards Bren's mount. The injured dragon roared, stood upright, took a deep breath, and made a strange cluck.

"Oh, **** it!" Bren scolded.

"Come down!" His brother Martin shouted and jumped to the right.

Brunn jumped to the left, and a blazing flame crossed the place where he had just stood. The flame was only a few inches away from him, and he could feel the hair on his head scorching. He continued to roll, not seeing the two-legged dragon, although he could hear its roar, asking about the smell of the pungent smoke and charred earth when he attacked violently.

Martin held the javelin tightly in front of his chest, and stood up quickly along the axis of his body. The bipedal dragon seemed to be confused by two enemies moving in different directions. Then it stared at Buren and began to inhale more air. Judging from Martin's knowledge of the behavior of the bipedal dragon, his brother is going to be the target of a flame attack again. He stood up in despair and shot a shot, but he was too far away, and the javelin flew close to the bipedal dragon without stabbing it.

Suddenly, miraculously, an arrow penetrated the gap between the two brothers and shot into the throat of the bipedal dragon. This arrow was very large, especially the tail of the arrow had four tail feathers. The bipedal dragon's breath was blocked by blood, and then he began to suffocate. It staggered back a few steps, staggering its front paws. Then the body trembled and began to beat everything around in pain.

The two brothers were relieved and ran forward. Martin picked up his spear and pierced the creature, while Bren carefully aimed and shot an arrow into the bare joint between the dragon's neck and torso, where he could shoot directly into the dragon's heart. It struggled again for a long time, and then died.

The brothers then saw the shooter who rescued them. A man in a brown robe came over. He was wearing leather breeches and knee-high riding boots, standing away from them. A short cloak went around his right chest from his left shoulder, and on the one side he could quickly get the arrow in the arrow barrel hanging on his back.

He has a long bow that is taller than humans. This kind of bow cannot be shot immediately, but can only be shot on foot. Judging from the hard metal bow body and tight bow string, this bow has great power and range.

Bren looked radiant as soon as he saw him.

"Teacher Black Elk, thank you very much." He put his bow on his shoulder, wiped the sweat on his forehead, grinned, and glanced at his brother, seeing Martin tried his best to control his nervous expression. A calmer expression instead.

The two brothers wanted to be born one year. The older brother looked like their father, with broad shoulders and chest, dark hair, and a height of more than six feet. The younger brother is more like their mother. His hair is light brown, his eyes are blue instead of dark brown, Bren is agile, and has a slim figure, four inches shorter than his brother. But he has a whip-like strength and flexibility, not brute force.

The black elk is shorter than the two in front, but the temperament brought by his experience and strength makes him more majestic.

"You seem to need a little help." The black elk said with unabashed humor.

"Sorry, Black Elk Tutor. Worries you," Martin said after bowing to the ceremony.

"That won't happen, but you two are too focused on this kind of thing." The black elk said calmly as they looked at the two. "I can understand that most things you need to do to become a mage are boring and far less interesting than hunting. But if you can't become a mage within two years. I'm no longer your mentor."

"Actually, I don't think we can be a mage, but also your guard." Martin said cautiously. This matter was discussed by the brothers.

"It's really stupid!" The dark face of the black elk darkened. The two brothers are apprentices favored by the black elk, and he has always been taught seriously by him. But the two's attitude towards becoming a Master made him very disappointed.

As the Black Elk was about to continue trying to reverse the thoughts of the two brothers, the rest of the team arrived, most of whom were Black Elk's apprentices. One of the apprentices saw the body of the bipedal dragon and then dismounted to tie the hound. The other one dismounted and walked towards the black elk.

"Master, what do you want to do with it?" The apprentice walked to the black elk and asked, the big feather arrow on the throat of the bipedal dragon proved that the hunter was the black elk.

"Ask them ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Maybe they want to eat it." The black elk shook his head. He couldn't show too much love for the two brothers in front of other apprentices. Can only stare at the two fiercely and turned to leave.

The brothers glanced at each other, and did not expect that the black elk would leave the spoils to the two. The nobles on the eastern continent may like to hunt this large carnivore as a pastime, but on the faraway island of Fatalin, they are nothing but a nasty monster that poses a threat to herds and farms.

This time the main target of their team is wild boar, giant wild boar, elk at the foot of the mountain, deer in the forest, or bear. These creatures were mainly used as loot during the Hunting Festival, and were driven away by people in a fixed field, and then arranged for people to hunt. The meat after hunting will be used as the main course of the festival.

But the meat of the bipedal dragon is not included. This meat is poisonous and cannot be eaten. The most valuable thing about a bipedal dragon is its gland, which is not low in value as a spell material.

"I want to hang its head on the wall," Martin hesitated, mainly because the monster was not hunted by him. "Hanging on the fireplace in the living room in our house, I think it will be a beautiful souvenir."

"What about the other?" The apprentice asked. He refers to the fur, glands, blood and pseudo-dragon meat of a bipedal dragon.

"Fur, please find someone to help us make leather armor." Martin thought about it and said that fur can make good leather armor for the two brothers. "The glands are given to the black elk tutor. The rest of you are divided."

The apprentice nodded and waved his hands back to greet two other apprentices, holding hunting knives and peeling knives to deal with the body of the bipedal dragon.

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