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The Magnolia Empire.

The north wind whipped up sand and gravel, stinging my face.

Raven tightened his cloak, hiding half his face in the shadows.

The roads have been difficult to travel this past month.

The closer you get to the Monster Mountain Range, the fewer people there are, and the more ghosts there are.

The so-called "ghosts" are the human heart.

Bandits who robbed people on the road, adventure groups that coveted money, and even "scavengers" who specifically hunted down lone newcomers.

Raven's sword was saturated with blood.

He never counted how many people he killed.

Anyway, anyone who bared their fangs at him ended up as rotten flesh on the roadside.

at last.

An endless expanse of shadow appeared on the horizon.

That's a mountain.

It is also a sea of ​​beasts.

Monster Mountain Range.

These four characters represent both wealth and graves on the Yulan Continent.

Raven pulled on the reins and dismounted.

The black-scaled horse snorted and pawed at its hooves uneasily.

Even if it's still on the periphery.

The faint, menacing aura in the air made the warhorse, which possessed a slight amount of magical beast blood, tremble.

It is a hybrid offspring of a level-two magical beast, and is considered a magnificent steed in human cities.

But here, it's like a moving snack.

"Alright, old buddy."

"Go away, wherever you go is better than coming in with me to your death."

Raven patted the horse's neck and removed the saddle and reins.

Then.

He slapped the horse's rump hard.

The black-scaled horse, in pain, neighed and galloped off in a cloud of dust.

Raven watched it disappear.

He turned around.

Facing that majestic forest that seemed to devour light.

Raven twisted his neck, and his bones cracked like popping beans.

"The hunt begins."

……

Warcraft Mountain.

The light was dim in the woods.

The canopy of the towering ancient trees blocked out the sky, with only scattered sunlight falling like broken gold.

The layer of decaying leaves underfoot was thick, soft and slightly greasy.

It felt like a mixture of rotting plants and animal bones.

"roar!"

A two-meter-long wolf charged out!

Level 3 Warcraft Fang Wolf!

On the outskirts of this Monster Mountain, it is a top predator.

It stared at the human boy in front of it.

Delicate skin and tender flesh.

It didn't have that bloody smell that it feared, nor did it have the oppressive aura of a strong person.

They're easy to bully.

A fierce light shone brightly in Garou's eyes.

It kicked off with its hind legs and lunged at Raven's throat, sending a stench through the air.

Raven stood still, without moving an inch.

He didn't even draw the sword from his waist.

Just as the wolf's claws were about to touch his collar...

Raven's right hand rose without warning.

make a fist.

Blast out.

Simple, direct, and brutal.

There was no flashy battle aura, only physical strength.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the silent forest.

Garo's massive body was like a machine gun crashing into a fast-moving iron mountain, sending him flying backward at an even greater speed than he had come from.

It crashed into two small trees, each about the size of a bowl, and finally collapsed to the ground like a rotten mud.

The skull of the Garo was completely sunken in.

Bleeding from all seven orifices, he was dead beyond any hope of survival.

Sold out instantly.

Raven withdrew his fist, his face expressionless.

Level 3 Warcraft?

For his current physical condition, it's no different than swatting a fly.

Sudden.

A burning sensation came from the back of my left hand.

The birthmark is burning hot.

An extremely strong desire surged through Raven's nerves and into his brain.

The feeling was like a beggar who hadn't eaten for three days and three nights smelling the aroma of braised pork.

It's urging us on.

eat it!

Devour it!

Raven frowned.

This hunger did not originate from his stomach, but rather from an instinct deep within his soul.

As his strength increased, the birthmark became more and more "alive".

It used to only get hot occasionally.

Now it gets excited whenever it sees blood.

E.g.

On the way to the Monster Mountain Range.

It actually urged Raven to devour the corpses of the dead mercenaries.

This left Raven feeling quite helpless.

As a human being, he would never do something like cannibalism.

"Shut up."

"Are you a reincarnated starving ghost?"

Raven raised his right hand and stared coldly at the birthmark.

The birthmark seemed to understand his disdain.

The burning sensation subsided slightly.

But the feelings of grievance and resentment still lingered in Raven's heart.

Raven ignored him.

One of his purposes in coming to the Monster Mountain Range was to eat!

Because he had already figured it out.

The birthmark on the back of his hand is a result of how he constantly eats to help himself become stronger!

but.

Now that we've arrived at the Warcraft Mountains...

Raven naturally looked down on these low-level magical beasts.

His real target was the high-level magical beasts within the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

With this in mind.

Raven stepped over the carcass of the Fang Wolf and continued deeper into the mountains.

……

Two hours later.

The surrounding environment has changed.

If the outer area is a bustling vegetable market, filled with the roars of low-level monsters.

That place is a desolate cemetery.

The trees were taller, and their bark had a metallic, bluish-green color.

This is the area where level 5 and 6 monsters roam.

Raven walked very quietly.

He did not stay in this area.

Level 6 Warcraft?

It's just a slightly chewy piece of jerky.

His goal lies deeper.

His fighting spirit was dormant in his dantian, and he had suppressed all his energy to the extreme.

Even a level seven magical beast wouldn't be able to sense his presence unless it saw him in person.

This is the advantage humans have over monsters.

Knows how to disguise oneself.

Knowing when to restrain oneself.

Another hour passed.

Raven stopped in his tracks.

Ahead lay a wide valley with jagged rocks.

Several unidentified blood-red plants stubbornly grew in the cracks of the rocks.

A faint smell of sulfur filled the air.

Raven sniffed.

Laughed.

"Found it."

This smell is the unique body odor of a level 7 magical beast, the Velociraptor.

This magical beast possesses a very faint trace of dragon blood.

Although it looks more like a lizard than a dragon, it is a genuine high-level magical beast.

It has thick skin and flesh, is extremely fast, and has claws and teeth as sharp as knives.

At first.

Raven followed Doug to the military camp and saw several velociraptors.

pity.

Those velociraptors were all magical pets contracted by soldiers in the army.

Otherwise, Raven would definitely try to get some velociraptor meat to taste.

"rustle……"

The sound of gravel rolling down could be heard.

Two gray-brown figures slowly emerged from behind the boulder.

It has a body that is more than ten meters long, strong and powerful hind limbs, and a pair of front claws that gleam with a cold light.

Two velociraptors.

They had obviously spotted Raven as well.

There was no fear in those vertical pupils, only mockery and cruelty.

In their eyes, this little guy who dared to trespass into their territory was a dessert delivered right to their doorstep.

Humanity?

Humans with delicate skin and tender flesh have the best taste.

The velociraptor on the left let out a low growl, its throat emitting a hissing sound like a broken bellows.

It is communicating with its companions.

"Half for each of us?"

The one on the right shook its enormous head.

"My legs are mine, your head is yours."

Although the two animals cannot speak.

But the tacit understanding and greed of the predators were vividly displayed through their eyes.

They slowly dispersed, forming a pincer movement.

Very smart.

They understand tactical coordination.