A group of strong men with big build and domineering bodies with animal ears appeared at the center of the large expanse of land.
Kyra and Crimson looked at each other. Then they nodded silently. It's time. They blend with the nature and get into their position. Crimson hid behind the tree while Kyra crouch beside the thick vines.
The plan is to pick one of these Level 10 beast and let Crimson extract his blood. Letting it merge in their bodies will give the invisible barrier the impression that they are Level 10 beast like them.
Kyra set up a trap for the last two Warbeasts on the mercenary group. When they cross the barrier, Crimson did not hesitate and grab two beasts. One is short and skinny, the other is tall and lean.
No sound came out when Kyra pulled the two to the hole she set up earlier with just her black thorns. No sound of gutted flesh came out when Crimson ripped the two beast's throat. The blood was successfully extracted. Now it's up to Crimson.
Unlike Kyra's expectation of Crimson to play with the dead bodies, he ignored them and turn to grab her. He force her to open her mouth and drink a mouthful of blood from the sliced throat.
He also drunk from the other beast. Kyra choke and almost vomit the disgusting taste but Crimson force her to drink it.
The rest were blurry for Kyra. Crimson gritted his teeth and swear to eat sweet treats back to his home when this is all over. Just because he loves to spill blood, doesn't mean he's a cannibalistic demon.
Crimson was quick in his work of magic and change Kyra's appearance and himself. Kyra became the short and skinny Warbeast while Crimson is the tall and lean one.
When they emerge out of the hole, the mercenary group notice their disappearance. When they saw both are alive and are struggling to get up from the hole, they laughed out loud.
"If you can't get out of there yourselves, just go home kids!"
Another round of laughter erupted.
Crimson and Kyra obviously did not need help. They ignored the mocking laughters and get back to pick up the two heavy bags of supply the original beasts are carrying.
That's when Kyra noticed the oddness of their clothes. They did not wear the clothes of the original, how could they escape disguise at this point?
Crimson seems to understand her worries and lean over to whisper,
"Because of the blood, in their eyes, we are the two inexperienced kids who just joined their group. Don't worry, they won't see beneath our disguise."
"What about if someone these warbeasts knew came to ask us questions about the original? How will we answer?"
Crimson shrugged. "Pretend to be deaf and mute?"
Kyra frowned at him. He chuckled and tap on her shoulder.
"Don't worry too much brother. Mercenary groups don't know each other that much. They only come together because of the pay. That's all. In my opinion, there's not much difference between them and the spiders we fought. They group together to appear strong, but they failed to possess humane emotions to stay and create bond with each other."
Kyra nodded solemnly and nodded as the group of mercenary entered deeper into the forest.
"Remember, our goal is to kill the Draconoid! It's been sighted yesterday that five of them entered this forest. Most likely, they gathered around the Void to kill an intruder. Don't fret. Draconoids are nothing in the face of our War Breath. If we successfully killed one, a reward of two million gold coins will be ours!"
The Warbeasts gave out a loud cry of battle. While Kyra and Crimson look at each other. Their eyes seem to say,
'Five? We only meet and killed one!'
"Where's the other four?" Kyra whispered. Crimson crunch his brows.
"I don't know."
Kyra look sharply at him. "Don't you have its blood? When you pierce its eyes, I remember you licking its blood. That means you have its blood in your system. Why don't you use it to locate the other four?"
"Our powers are constricted by the Tower, remember?"
"Then why do I have mine? It's true that our powers are limited right now. But it wasn't gone. The fact that I can use mine, means you can use yours too. Just try it."
Crimson close his eyes and examined his stomach. It was true he licked some blood from that Draconoid. One of the tasteless metallic blood he ever tasted.
It's proven how nasty the Warbeasts blood are, because he'd never been repulsed by any blood from the victims he killed.
At his intrusion, he sense the blood of the Draconoid. He grinned and probe on it. He draw a drop out of his body and bend the liquid to his bidding.
From thousand miles away, his sphere of control stretch into the end of the continent. He can see vague figures of beasts in the wide area. Some were small and have ant like shapes but they are deadly once they prick you with their needle like legs.
Some are gigantic, towering ten to twenty meters high, but its not the Draconoid he was looking for. When he pushed his senses to the left, he felt the blood floating in his palm reacted.
It jump - an indication that there was one nearby. Crimson lead his senses straight, the farther he go, the stronger the chain reaction was.
At the end of the forest, Crimson finally see the familiar figures of Draconoids. But the Warbeasts are wrong when they said there's only five. From what he see, there are at least two dozens.
All of them are coupled together, their heads almost slamming against each other. They are sniffing at the ground. Crimson felt the spot is familiar.
When he realized it was the very same place where they killed one of its own, he grinned.
So they are after them?