Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 139 Dragon’s Wrath

The cold wind in the north is no longer biting.

Although there was a bumper harvest of fish not long ago, the elderly cat priest still did not dare to be careless. He began to direct the old, weak, women and children of the cat tribe to cultivate the land along the river. It can only be said that this is an extremely primitive farming technique. First, set a fire, pick up stones, turn the soil slightly, and then sow seeds. Whether there will be a harvest depends entirely on God's will.

You can only sow once a year, and you don’t know if it will grow.

As the weather warmed, the cat tribe began to expand its range of activities. They were exploring the surrounding area, and judging by the cat priests' words, they seemed to be looking for their next settlement. The entire cat race was definitely more than just this number of people, and the older priests must be trying to persuade other tribes to migrate.

At this time, the animals enter the mating season.

On the edge of the towering Northland Spine Mountains, a team of cat people also explored the area.

The leading cat-man hunters have mottled and white stripes. Their names are simple, mostly single-pronounced, and translate to "Meow One, Meow Two, Meow Three." Generally, a female cat gives birth to several cubs, and they are arranged in order. The more cultured ones arrange them according to flowers, trees, mountains, rivers, etc.

The fertility of beastmen is slightly stronger than that of humans, but the survival rate of their cubs is not high.

"Are there really moose around here? Meow!"

A young cat hunter hunched over and asked his companions behind him, "It feels like we've gone a little too far."

The leading white cat-man squatted down and sniffed, then looked at the footprints in the mud and said seriously, "Yes."

"The prey can't be far away."

At this time, the female cat hunter nearby said, "Even if we hunted a moose, we don't have any treasure to offer to Lord Dragon, right?"

The young dragon is tired of eating fish.

It has been a while since it came to the Dragonstone altar to enjoy the fish offered by the cat people.

The leading cat hunter opened his palm, revealing several sparkling gems that looked a bit like cat's eyes and amber-like stones. He said in a deep voice, "Look."

"Just capture a fat moose and present these gems to Lord Dragon."

"Maybe we can also receive the dragon's gift."

"Even if it's just one person."

The eyes of this cat-man hunter are full of ambition and desire for power, which is normal. In this dangerous and barbaric era, pursuing power is a very ambitious behavior.

The companions were immediately convinced.

A small group of cat-men hunters didn't need to worry too much unless they encountered any powerful monsters. Hunting a giant elk wasn't a particularly dangerous undertaking. Furthermore, the priests had assigned them the task of exploring the surrounding area and drawing a crude map.

"Shh!"

An experienced hunter squatted down, gestured to look ahead, and sure enough, he found his prey.

They worked in perfect harmony, some preparing to nod their bows, others blocking the way. The cat-people had great explosive power, allowing them to catch up at short distances. Cats were incredibly agile. According to Dungeons & Dragons' stat rules, a typical cat had a base agility of nearly 15 points. Cat-people were far more agile than other races, and they were also adept at stealth, able to get very close to their prey.

"We should be able to hunt more than one!"

"I can make a leather coat for the cub when I get back. All the remaining meat will be given to the dragon!"

"Maybe two hunters will receive the gift."

Cat people have simple thoughts, and dragons will not grant power for no reason. They must offer treasures and sacrifices to have a chance to receive the power depending on the mood of the dragon.

call out!
The sharp arrow broke through the air.

An arrow hit the belly of a giant elk. This large animal is still a bit dangerous because of its great strength and its large horns can pierce them. But fortunately, they are all experienced hunters. They first consume the prey's physical strength, wait for it to bleed too much, and then attack it at close range, throwing short spears.

It didn't take long.

They harvested two moose, but because they were very heavy, they had to cut them up and take them away.

"This should please Lord Dragon!" said a cat-man hunter happily.

A faint smell of blood spread.

At some point, a slight noise was heard from the distant woods. The leading white cat-man hunter pricked up his ears alertly and said in a serious tone, "Some movement."

"Pack your things and leave immediately!"

The others acted quickly and gave up some of the prey. They trusted the captain's intuition because it had saved them several times.

But it is already late.

In the darkness, a vague outline emerged, and then a sharp arrow broke through the air and directly pierced the throat of the female cat man.

Blood spurts!

The slender female cat-man fell down, holding her throat, her body twitching slightly. The sharp arrow had penetrated her trachea.

"Dark Elf's Arrow!"

"not good!"

"Get out!"

The leading cat-man instantly drew his weapon. He signaled the others to hurry up, and he himself hid in the shadows. His figure became blurry, and his pupils contracted as he locked onto the movements nearby, searching for possible lurking enemies.

Dark Elf Hidden Bow Hunter!
Not only are they good at stealth, they also possess amazing archery skills, making them a terrifying enemy that the orcs tremble in fear of.

call out!
A sound broke through the air.

The cat-man hunter who turned to flee was hit by a flying knife, which turned dark green, as if it was poisoned. The cat-man hunter soon foamed at the mouth.

Shameless!
The dark elves were also masters of poison, and they might have encountered the most brutal Blood Hunter in the legend.

clang!
A burst of sparks exploded.

The leading cat-man hunter pounced out, his feline instinct allowing him to burst out at astonishing speed. As his figures crossed each other, the dark elf hunter in the woods ahead froze all over. The cat-man hunter fell to the ground and rolled, blood oozing from his abdomen. The dark elf behind him had his throat cut, and the gushing blood created a white mist.

"Blood Raven is dead." (Dark Elf)

"There's a cat-man stealth assassin."

There were noises coming from all directions. Only three of the five-member cat-man hunting team were left alive. A slender figure covered in exquisite dark red armor emerged. She drew out the blood-red battle blade and, with a cruel look in her eyes, chopped off the head of the cat-man hunter who had been hit by the poison dart.

The dark elf executioner, who was suspected to be the captain, squatted down, picked up the cat-man's weapon, and said in a deep voice, "These are the weapons of the hunters and slave catchers."

"They killed our people."

Dark elf weapons would not easily fall into the hands of other races. At this time, another cat-man hunter was hit by three arrows and stabbed through the heart by a dark elf assassin, dying on the spot.

call!call!call!
The only surviving cat hunter had red eyes. He broke through without hesitation, never looking back, and ran madly towards the tribe.

Must go back alive.

Inform others!
The dark elf butchers have begun to expand towards the north, and it won't be long before they discover the location of the tribe.

"Chase!"

"He can't get far."

Soon, more than ten figures appeared in the woods. They were all wearing dark red protective gear, some of which were exquisite iron armor, and some were thin leather armor. But even for the iron armor, the dark elves' forging technology was extremely excellent, and it did not affect their activities at all.

Blood kept dripping on the ground. The injured cat-man hunter was holding on with just one breath. He didn't know how long he had been running until the dragon stone altar appeared on the hillside in front of him.

A sharp alarm sounded.

Soon, a fully armed cat warrior rushed over from the nearby sentry post, picked it up, and ran towards the elderly priest.

"quick!……"

"Notify the others...Dark Elves..."

The cat hunter's breath gradually became weaker, his pupils gradually became dilated, and finally his heartbeat slowly stopped.

A sharp arrow broke through the air.

The sturdy cat-man warrior rolled over to avoid the arrow in an instant, but was still hit by an arrow in his left shoulder. He pulled out the arrow without hesitation and let out a sharp howl, and immediately the entire cat-man tribe was in chaos.

Dark Elf Hidden Archer!

This is the nightmare of all other races. They are not only top lurkers, but also extremely dangerous archery masters.

A desolate horn sound sounded.

As the Cat People quickly responded, dark elves began to appear from all directions. The leading executioner narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression cruel and ruthless. He waved his hand and ordered, "Deal with their warriors."

"The rest will be handed over to the slave-catchers."

"If you dare to resist, you will be put to death."

Five or six dark elves wearing dark red leather armor took out the elven bows behind them. There was a blood-colored pattern on the surface, which seemed to have a trace of magical power. Other dark elves wearing dark red armor drew out their swords, with bloodthirsty eyes, as if they were looking at a group of lambs to be slaughtered, and rushed forward without hesitation.

They fought all the way from the south to the north, conquering every race they saw along the way. No one could stop the rising Dark Elf Empire.

The direction of the tribe.

The old cat-man priest was pale. He rushed towards the dragon stone altar at a high speed, running on all fours, whispering as if calling out something.

puff!

An elven arrow pierced his abdomen, and the cat-man priest staggered, with blood spilling onto the sacrificial stone.

"what is this?"

"dragon?"

The leading female dark elf looked at the pattern on the sacrificial stone in surprise, her expression playful, "I didn't expect there would be such an unexpected surprise!"

"Don't kill them all yet!"

"It seems there are still some big fish that haven't been caught yet. Let's bleed them."

The sharp blade passed by.

The female dark elf directly cut off the cat priest's right arm, held him in one hand, and soaked his blood in the sacrificial stone. Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if observing the changes in the pattern on it and the lines of surging magic power.

"It seems that the sacrifice has been going on for some time." The dark elf looked very surprised.

There really are dragons here.

Because the sacrificial stone had a magical reaction, it was the dragon that responded to the dragonstone altar.

at the same time.

On a high cliff in the distance, the sleeping young dragon suddenly opened its eyes, and its cold vertical pupils emitted a dangerous cold light. It interrupted its sleep and woke up forcibly because it had smelled a hint of blood and even heard the wailing of the cat tribe in the dark.

Dimensional space.

The moment the young dragon woke up, Duncan's consciousness also entered the dimensional space, and a row of blood-red prompts appeared on the projection page.

"The vassal cat tribe is being attacked by the dark elf blood hunters!"

The wind howls!

The young dragon swooped down from the dragon's nest, then soared into the sky, like a sharp arrow, flying towards the cat tribe.

The strategic map opens, and from a God's perspective, blood-red marks emerge.

You are looking for death!

The young dragon's anger froze the air into frost. With a whistling sound, the dragon swooped down and locked onto a dark elf archer lurking in the shadows.

Crush!

Blood and corpses exploded.

The half-bent-over dark elf was directly crushed into a pool of meat paste. His entire spine was crushed, blood and internal organs splattered, and his head was pierced by his own spine. There was basically no outline of a human figure.

The dragon wings waved.

A gust of wind blew up, and the arrows were blown off course, but one arrow still pierced the right dragon wing. However, at this time, the young dragon had already taken off again, out of the range of their bows and arrows.

Death stared at them.

There was a suppressed fire of rage in the ice-blue vertical pupils. As the dragon took a deep breath, a stream of dragon's breath swept across the ground as it flew through the air!

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(End of this chapter)