The Saxon Forest is the territory center of the Marquis of La Liberta.

In this secluded forest, the castle of Laliberta Brisda is built in the deepest part of the forest.

Unlike other nobles who expelled tribes to the corners of the territory, Laliberta did not do such behavior, but instead acquiesced the existence of these tribes and even allowed them to hunt on the periphery of the Saxon forest. But at the same time, it also set a rule that the white lines of the Saxon forest cannot be crossed.

The so-called white line is based on the protection set by the Saxon Forest.

The distance from the periphery to the white line is thirty miles, which is enough to meet the needs of tribe hunting.

The tribes were grateful for the favors given by Laliberta and followed this rule with gratitude.

The Tugeya tribe is such a tribe. It is located thirty miles away from the Saxon Forest and is one of many tribes.

Just a week ago, when the soldiers of their tribe were preparing to go into the forest to hunt, they were informed by the guards guarding the Saxon forest, "The order issued by Laliberta is prohibited from entering the forest." The tribe warriors were surprised and did not ask the reason when they were given food supplies.

It was not until the red light appeared throughout the sky that Tu Geya realized that some kind of change had occurred in the forest.

For them who live in tribes, they don’t know what this is, but they just naturally feel the deterrence like the power of nature from the red light.

During the period when the red light lasted, the tribe's people hid in the narrow tent, and they slowly returned to their usual routines until the red light disappeared.

However, because the male warriors in the tribe were unable to hunt and were able to receive subsidies, they had a rare free time. So the warriors of the Tugeya tribe made a decision and took the young warriors in the tribe to learn about hunting.

The young soldiers brought out were all adults who could hunt at least 16 years old.

But compared to the old soldiers, they lack experience in hunting.

Webert is the best among the young warriors, and he is also the young commander in the tribe.

Friends who were similar to him were surrounded by him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Webert, what do you think the adults are going to leave?"

"My father said that they planned to attract a little bigger prey, so that we little guys who have never seen the world can have a good experience and teach us how to work together in a team."

"A slightly larger prey, then these traps are used to deal with those prey."

Webert was not surprised by the news.

As early as yesterday, his father informed him of this message.

"I don't think things will be that simple. In short, we should not be careless, be vigilant, and deal with mutations that may occur at any time. Don't be looked down upon by adults."

Webert explained.

His words were echoed.

After hearing his words, the others also became vigilant. They believed that Webert, as the young commander, must have known certain information, so he explained it.

Just as everyone was keeping their vigilance, a noise came from the surroundings.

"The sound of ground vibration..."

Webert leaned down and pressed his ear to the ground.

Straighten your legs and prepare to get up at any time.

"Is it prey?"

"The frequency of sound is dense.. It is the sound of the movement of the beasts... There is a change! Looking for cover!"

Webert issued an order.

Then he quickly pulled up and hid towards the tree.

"It's a man, that's the tamed Earthly Dragon!"

Webert whispered, and at the same time signaled the others to stop.

As a young commander, he has more experience than ordinary tribal people.

The Earth-Strike Dragon is a ferocious beast that only noble guards can control. Compared with ordinary flying dragons, its defense and lethality are no less than that.

The guards in white armor drove the dragon, came here, and stopped.

"Come out, if you don't want us to go up the tree."

Webert and the people from other tribes all showed a look of shock.

Are these guards coming here with them? What's going on?

Just when the tribe was shocked by this, a group of people were brought up behind the guards under the weapons of many guards.

In an instant, shock was replaced by horror.

"That's my father...!"

"Mr. Campbell, the first warrior of the tribe, was also captured?!"

Webert's pupil contracts.

But the guards laughed at it.

A creepy smile came into everyone's ears with the wind.

The guard commander standing in front of him smiled and said, "Didn't I say it? I can find your children, and magic is sometimes so incredible. And the news I just told you is true, and I have indeed killed all the people in your tribe."

"You devil!"

As the tribe warrior roared, a spear penetrated his mouth and penetrated from behind his head.

"The devil must do things that suit the devil."

The guard commander said calmly.

The sprayed blood drips flowed down the white armor without leaving any traces on the armor.

"Now, you have two choices. One, I will kill everyone, including your children and you."

"Second, help us find something, and your children are hostages. If you find something, then all of you can be forgiven."

"Why do you do this...?" Campbell growled.

The angry voice made the guard commander smile on his face.

"It is always better for locals to find things than us outsiders. I feel a pity for those who killed your tribe. Originally, I didn't expect this idea, but I noticed that others did this, and then I remembered such an idea. If I could think of it earlier, there would be more props to use. Isn't it a pity?"

Campbell suddenly launched an attack.

But this attack was easily taken down by the guards.

"Don't try to attack Lord Yarlin, this will be a price you can't bear."

The sharp blade cut off Campbell's right hand to attack, "You still have some value as the commander, but there is no next time."

Yarlin put away his sword blade in silence, then turned around.

Just as he turned around, Campbell shouted in a roaring voice: "Run, kids!"

"You really don't want to live?" Yarlin's voice was cold and cold.

After Campbell spoke, the rest of the tribe also shouted to their children.

"Run...!"

They understand clearly.

The choice left only a dead end, and these executioners would not abide by the agreement.

If these tribes escape the future, they may survive.

The mysterious Marquis of Laliberta, the mysterious Saxon Forest, are their only hope.
Chapter completed!