The sun set, and the light in the forest dimmed, making it seem very gloomy. In the darkness, pairs of eyes were staring. The blood smell spread, attracting some fierce beasts. Fortunately, it was in the outer area and there were no particularly terrifying fierce beasts.
"Roar..."
A striped tiger worm charged over. Its patterned body was like a large colored silkworm, about five or six meters long, with a tiger's head. It was fierce and hideous. This big worm smelled the scent of the ancient true blood and wanted to take a bite of the suanni's precious body.
Puff!
The little one threw the iron spear, directly penetrating its head. With a miserable cry, blood splashed. The striped tiger worm rolled on the ground and died shortly after.
Silently, a bucket-thick flying python pounced down from a stone cliff. It spread its wings, emitting a fishy wind. When it was almost in front, it opened its huge blood basin-sized mouth to bite.
"Clang!"
Facing this fierce snake, the little one did not dare to be careless. He directly sacrificed the silver moon. The silk-like radiance was like a rainbow, slicing across and cutting it into two sections. Blood rained down.
It was only for a while, but Shi Hao had already killed six or seven monsters. He did not leave an inch, guarding by the side of the green-scale eagle. But if this continued, it would surely attract fierce beasts from deeper in the mountains.
"The people from Bei Village are coming. Didn't Grandpa Clan Chief hear the eagle's cries here?" The little one was worried. He could escape, but he couldn't abandon the green-scale eagle.
Wild birds were startled and flew away. The little one suddenly looked up. At this moment, a cold rain of iron arrows poured down like a storm, all concentrating on his body.
The killing intent filled the air and even the forest leaves were shredded. The dense iron arrows. Even if a huge dragon-horned elephant was in front, it would also be shot into a sieve.
The little one exhaled and opened his mouth, emitting a stream of essence qi. His entire body was glowing, runes interwove. The silver moon was like a knife, blocking in front and clanging loudly.
The iron arrows kept falling. The arrowheads were all broken. Densely, in the blink of an eye, a pile accumulated on the ground. The metallic luster was cold and stern, very astonishing.
"The people of Bei Village, don't force me!" The little one's eyes turned red because some iron arrows hit the green-scale eagle's wounds.
The storm of iron arrows stopped. From all directions, over a hundred people appeared, surrounding him from afar, staring at the suanni and the crimson precious horn, breathing rapidly.
Even if they had never seen it before, as long as they lived in the wild, no one did not know how precious the true blood contained in the ancient remnant species was. It was invaluable.
"Little child, the remains of this suanni are precious treasures. You can't protect it. If you are obedient, just leave obediently. We won't make things difficult for you." An old man said kindly.
The little one was angry. He and the green-scale eagle had gone through countless near-death experiences to obtain the suanni's precious body. Seeing that it was almost transported to Shi Village, they were intercepted and killed halfway by this group of people, trying to steal the ancient remnant species. How could he be willing?
He tightly clenched his tender and white small fist and said, "You are too excessive!"
"Child, life is like this. We are all struggling in this wild. If we are not cruel to others, then we will be cruel to ourselves." The old clan chief of Bei Village sighed and persuaded, "You'd better leave quickly."
The little one glared at him without saying a word. He was waiting for the people from Shi Village to arrive.
"Oh, it's really astonishing. This is actually a real green-scale eagle. At first, I thought it was a spotted lin bird. I never imagined that such an overlord in the air would submit to Shi Village. It's astonishing!" The old clan chief of Bei Village was not speaking falsely. His astonishment was genuine and said, "Unfortunately, it is deeply poisoned and is about to die."
Hearing this, Shi Hao's eyes welled up with tears. He could also tell that the green-scale eagle's situation was very bad.
Seeing his expression, the clan chief of Bei Village, Bei Liqing, narrowed his eyes half-way and said, "What a pity. Otherwise, it could be comparable to the Sacred Spirit. How about we send it off to spare it from suffering?"
"How dare you?!" The little one raised his eyebrows, clenched his small fist and stood in front of the green-scale eagle.
"Hehe..." The clan chief of Bei Village, Bei Liqing, laughed and said, "It seems that you are really a good child with a kind heart and can't let go of this fierce bird."
At this point, his gaze became somewhat cold. He waved his hand and said, "Shoot arrows. Kill the green-scale eagle first!"
The people of Bei Village were stunned, but did not hesitate. They obeyed the order. Arrows rained down like rain, constantly shooting towards the several wounds of the green-scale eagle.
The little one's eyes turned red. He did his best to block, sacrificing the silver moon to sweep the iron arrows in all directions, protecting the descendant of the ancient demonic bird.
However, the green-scale eagle was too huge and had several wounds. It was impossible to defend everywhere. The little one moved around rapidly, urging the silver moon to block. He was so tired that sweat flowed out.
At this point, the people of Bei Village all realized that the clan chief, Bei Liqing, was using this fierce bird to hold the child from Shi Village. Sooner or later, it would make him exhausted and then he could be easily shot dead.
"Clan chief, didn't you just say you would let this child go?"
"I was just afraid he would escape. I was just saying that. Understanding what he cared about was for better targeting. Such a child with such great potential. If he grows up, it would be terrifying. Naturally, we must do our best to kill him."
The iron arrows were dense and the cold light flashed, whistling. Each one was thick and powerful. The eight or nine big trees in front of the green-scale eagle were all shot and broken.
The little one was struggling to deal with it. He gritted his teeth and sacrificed two rounds of the moon at the same time, but still couldn't protect the green-scale eagle.
"Puff"
The iron arrow penetrated its wound, bringing up a large spray of blood, causing the descendant of the ancient demonic bird intense pain. Its body slightly convulsed. There was anger and sadness in its eyes. At this moment, it was difficult to move. Otherwise, how dare these people approach it on ordinary days!
"Dang", "Dang"...
The rain of arrows was dense. The little one struggled to block, but it still didn't work. The green-scale eagle's wounds had already received over twenty arrows, all deeply penetrating its body. Blood gushed like a fountain.
"Aunt Green-Scale Eagle!" The little one was grief-stricken and with a crying voice, his eyes filled with tears, doing his best to block.
"Puff"
An iron arrow came silently through the branches, almost piercing the little one's heart. He reacted extremely quickly and dodged sideways, but it still passed through the muscle of his small arm and blood spurted out.
"Ouch!" The little one cried out in pain. This was the first time he had suffered such a serious arrow wound since birth.
Not far away, Bei Shan, the leader of the hunting team from Bei Village, sneered. It was he who shot through the little one's arm. His face was pale. Not long ago, his abdomen was split open by the silver moon. He once again bent his bow, hiding in the bushes and began a new round of attacks, ignoring the green-scale eagle and only aiming at the little one's heart or throat.
The little one's small face turned pale from the pain. He tore off a piece of his small clothes and wrapped the wound. Runes also circulated on his body, stopping the bleeding from the wound.
In this instant, the green-scale eagle received over ten more arrows. The wounds were almost shot to pieces. The little one shed tears. He couldn't defend. Shouting, "I'll fight with you all!"
He quickly rushed forward, sacrificing two rounds of the silver moon, regardless, wanting to kill those who kept shooting iron arrows.
Living in the wild, the people of Bei Village had astonishingly powerful archery skills. Over a hundred people aimed at one place and released arrows at the same time. All the arrow shafts concentrated and flew together. It was like a huge hammer hitting the little one. Although he blocked with the silver moon in front, he still spat out blood and flew backward.
"Shoot to kill!"
The clan chief of Bei Village, Bei Liqing, had very cold eyes and had already 收起 his smile. He ordered everyone to shoot arrows quickly to kill the little one in mid-air.
"Yah!"
The little one shouted. The two rounds of the silver moon rotated around his body, clanging. They cut off a large number of arrow shafts. Broken arrowheads piled up on the ground. The cold light was chilly.
However, his small leg was hit by another arrow. Blood stained his small pants. He made a childish voice, resisting. Falling to the ground and looking back at the green-scale eagle, the little one staggered and ran towards the people of Bei Village.
The silver moon was like a knife, brilliant and dazzling. Suddenly, two rounds flew out. Blood splashed. He frantically killed. Immediately, seventeen or eighteen people from Bei Village fell in a pool of blood, causing a panicked chaos.
"Continue shooting the green-scale eagle. This time, don't hold back. Nail it to death directly!" The clan chief of Bei Village, Bei Liqing, gave the order coldly.
"Woo, Woo..." Strange howls were deafening. A group of iron arrows flew towards the green-scale eagle. The situation was extremely critical.
The little one's big eyes were red and tears had already covered his small face. He felt powerless. If he didn't go back to rescue, the green-scale eagle would probably die. But if he turned back like this, he would be trapped again. Sooner or later, he would be exhausted or shot dead.
"You... are all villains!" This was the tender lament of a child.
"Bei Liqing, you shameless scoundrel. Even calculating against a child like this. Are you still human?!" A loud shout came.
At the same time, arrows were like locusts passing through and flying spears were like meteors. They densely fell. There were successive cries of pain from Bei Village.
The people of Shi Village arrived. Leading them were the old clan chief, Shi Yunfeng, as well as Shi Linhu and Shi Feijiao and others. All were furious and kept shooting.
"Tweet, Tweet..."
Da Peng, Xiao Qing and Zi Yun flapped their wings and rushed over, stepping on the ground. Although they couldn't truly fly yet, their speed was also extremely fast. They pounced towards the green-scale eagle, all wailing.
The three young birds each 扑倒 on a wound, using their own bodies to block the iron arrows, constantly mourning. They rubbed their heads against the body of the mother bird, making sounds like crying blood.
The iron arrows from Bei Village shot over, hitting their scales with clanging sounds. But after all, they were still young. Their scales were not that hard yet and there were traces of blood.
"All of you bastards from Bei Village, go to hell!" Shi Linhu roared.
"Counterattack, but don't kill the three young birds. Capture them alive and bring them back to the village. In the future, they will be extraordinary birds comparable to the Sacred Spirit!" The clan chief of Bei Village, his eyes shining feverishly, stared at the three young birds, eager to catch them immediately.
The chaotic battle began. Iron spears flew and broad swords slashed. People from both sides charged towards each other and fought fiercely.
"Grandpa Clan Chief!" The little one shouted.
A group of adults saw that the little one's arm and small leg were both pierced by iron arrows and blood was flowing continuously. They were all very distressed. Roaring, they charged forward.
"Child, don't be afraid!"
"I'm okay. Grandpa Clan Chief, quickly save Aunt Green-Scale Eagle." The little one wiped away a tear and then shouted loudly, charging towards the people of Bei Village. The silver moon flew up and a string of blood immediately splashed. Seven or eight people cried out in pain and their arms were cut off. It was very bloody.
"Bei Liqing, you wolf-like scoundrel. Do you want to break the rules of the wild? Our survival is not easy. Villages never go to war with each other. What do you want to do?" Clan Chief Shi Yunfeng shouted angrily.
Of course, although he questioned like this, he had already given the order. This time, there would be no mercy. Kill without pardon and fight to the end.
"No wonder. The suanni's precious body and the horn of the ox demon of 離火 are all precious treasures. Who wouldn't be tempted? Moreover, the Sacred Spirit of our village is about to break through and also urgently needs a large amount of true blood."
"What, the Sacred Spirit is about to break through?" Shi Yunfeng was startled. His eyes narrowed half-way and he looked around the forest. Runes appeared on one of his arms. He quickly moved, took out the jade pot, poured out the medicinal powder and helped the green-scale eagle detoxify.
The little one's eyes turned completely red. At this time, there were no people from Bei Village around him. Arms were cut off all over the ground. Over twenty people were struck by the silver moon.
Suddenly, a brilliant cluster of light points emerged from a bush and rushed over at an extremely fast speed, enveloping the little one. With a series of "puff" sounds, six or seven people from Shi Village were immediately pierced through and fell in a pool of blood, rolling around in pain.
"Dang"
Although the little one blocked with the silver moon, his shoulder was still grazed, leaving a terrifying blood groove and blood flowing continuously.
"Precious tool!" Someone exclaimed.
A pale-faced young boy, like a wolf, had been lurking in the grass and bushes. At the critical moment, he attacked the little one. One of the light points almost pierced his throat.
It was Bei Feng, the talented young boy who was defeated by Shi Hao not long ago and had his bones broken by the people of Shi Village. His injuries were not fully healed yet, but he was very calm and his expression was cold.
"Not only do you have a precious tool, I also have one." Bei Feng did not even look at the people from Shi Village who were rolling in the pool of blood. Listening to their screams, he was very composed and indifferent.
That cluster of light rain flew back and circled around his wrist, turning into a string of beast teeth. Each one was snow-white and crystal clear, very beautiful.
How could one use a precious tool without understanding bone runes? Many people were astonished.
"Uncle!" The little one was anxious and went to support the several middle-aged people who were pierced through by the light points. Their injuries were extremely serious. Their internal organs were torn and they could die at any moment.
"Chi"
Bei Feng raised his wrist and another cluster of light rain flew out again. Like a group of meteors crossing the sky, it was brilliant and beautiful, but its killing power was extremely astonishing.
"I hate myself for being too kind. I let you go last time. This time, I will never forgive you!" The little one's tender and small face was filled with determination and decisiveness.