The setting sun disappeared behind the mountains and shadows enveloped the valley. Some small animals were drinking water by the pool. Their heads fell together like automatic piano keys. When they noticed Roger looking at them, they swung their tails and ran quickly.

It's open.

As the ranger said, just after nightfall, Roger's sensitive ears told him that a guest was coming. But Roger couldn't guess who it was, so he could only wait attentively for the guest to appear.

An unnatural shaking in the grass revealed the traces of the visitor. A slender brown-red figure less than one meter long made everyone sigh in relief. Roger guessed who it was, a red fox, a relative of his father.

The ranger bent his bow and loaded the arrow. Roger knew that he wanted to force the guest to stay, and his enthusiasm was beyond words. The guy opposite with a sharp snout and a thin nose was a very polite guest. He came with a gift and was covered with long guard hairs.

With a fluffy tail, this is fine leather.

However, if fox hunting is such a simple matter, how can the world talk about it endlessly? This symbol of "smartness and cunning" quickly understood the situation, and turned around and walked away without hesitation. I saw its big tail.

It was like a ninja throwing a smoke bomb. Roger's eyes clearly told him that the fox was going to the right, and his ears definitely told him that the fox was going to the left. Roger was confused for a moment, and then no matter whether it was his eyes or the

I can't even find the fox in my ears.

After a while, the second guest of the night came, an Apennine brown bear. This guy made no secret of it. He was so straight. Shi Shiran came over. His strong body looked a bit honest, and his furry brown fur made people feel

I think it's cute.

The brown bear walked all the way to the camp and was blocked by several nearby fires. It hesitated and did not dare to approach the fire, but was reluctant to leave. It was a little angry and growled at the camp.

Roger felt that he would also be angry. The smell of blood is the invitation. If someone sends an invitation but does not let the guest in, of course the guest will be angry.

The ranger had already aimed his arrow, but the baron stopped him.

"Let me do it." He drew his sword and took off his shield from his horse. "I haven't moved around for a long time. This opponent is worth fighting."

Roger thought the Baron was an idiot and a fool, but that didn't stop him from watching the battle with great interest.

The baron walked out of the cover of the fire and faced the brown bear. The bear had something to complain about, and it suddenly stood up. Its height of 2 meters was very intimidating. Roger felt that although it was worse than Antioch's cousin, it was still very powerful.

Awesome.

However, the Baron did not panic. He raised his shield and hid his sword behind his back, and slowly approached. The bear opened its arms and roared, full of momentum, but in Roger's eyes, it exposed its entire soft belly, which was a flaw.

, Roger felt that just one thrust could pierce the bear. But the baron took his time and slowly walked around to the right side of the bear.

Then the bear shrank suddenly and slapped its palms on the ground in front of it. Then it turned around and tried to face the baron directly. But the baron kept circling, although it was not fast, it didn't stop. The bear couldn't bear its temper, and it pounced on it. The baron just

He took two quick steps and dodged it. He swung his sword and opened a hole in the bear's skin. The bear screamed in pain, and when he turned around again, his eyes were already red.

The bear no longer paused, pounced and struck, slapping with its two palms in turn, and occasionally biting. The baron kept his pace, retreating or giving way, and was always able to narrowly avoid it. Sometimes, when the bear's front strength had exhausted its rear strength, the baron could not catch it.

It was just a shield blow or a thrust, which made the bear howl and bleed. But he was not greedy and retreated in one blow.

In Roger's eyes, the Baron has a handsome figure, like the best bullfighter, firmly controlling the situation on the field, and it will be useless no matter how angry his opponent is.

An accident happened.

The baron stabbed the bear again and made a gash in its hind legs. The bear staggered, fell to the ground and rolled several times. It actually rolled over the fire, and its bloody body destroyed the fire.

It was directly suppressed and rolled into the camp.

The ranger who had been on guard immediately fired an arrow, but it only pierced the bear's shoulder. The bear stood up with the arrow and angrily pounced on the nearest person, Roger.

Roger, who had been keeping a close eye on the bear, reacted when it rolled into the camp. He turned and ran away, without hesitation like a red fox.

However, Roger cannot outrun a bear on the open ground. Although this guy looks naive, he is actually good at sprinting at short distances. Roger knows this very well, and he also knows that he does not have the Baron's ability to deal with bears.

, so he set his target from the beginning, the fire closest to him.

Roger felt the vibrations on the ground, and even felt hot air spraying on his butt, but he did not hesitate. Facing the blazing fire, he jumped directly over, letting the rising sparks burn on his burqa.

A small hole was burned out of his body. He knew that the fire could not do anything to him, so he did not stop and continued forward until the bear's howl sounded behind him.

So Roger stopped and turned around. He saw the brown bear rolling in the sea of ​​​​fire, wailing. He guessed that after he crossed the fire, the bear must have tried to stop when facing the strong fire, but its inertia caused it to crash into the fire and knock it down.

He saw that the burns on the bear's face were not serious. It looked like a large sea of ​​​​fire, but in fact it was just scattered flames. But the bear was already panicked. It was at a loss and just rolled and howled.

The baron stepped forward on the flames, took advantage of the bear's pause, held down the bear with his shield, and thrust the sword into its heart. The bear used the last bit of strength to lift the baron away. It stood upright, carrying the sword, and shouted

He let out a final roar and then collapsed, a mass of meat like a turkey surrounded by Christmas candles.

Roger panted and smiled, as if he had just finished riding a roller coaster. Although he was scared to death when he was riding, he wanted to do it again when it was over.

He straightened up and kept laughing, watching the baron get up to draw his sword, watching the blacksmith trying to restore the fire, watching the two tied horses galloping and neighing as if celebrating victory, watching the "gift" running back and forth anxiously

, he was still laughing, but realized something was wrong.

He saw the baron giving up drawing his sword and running towards him, saw the ranger nocking an arrow and running towards him, saw the blacksmith and the priest running towards him, everyone was shouting, and he felt a hand touching his hand.

It was on his shoulder, and it seemed that the next second someone would lean into his ear and say "hello". He grabbed the "palm" without hesitation and threw it over his shoulder. A burst of hot smelly air blew past his ear.

Something hard scratched his neck, and a gray Italian wolf fell in front of him.

The wolf twisted to stand up and was kicked away by the baron who came over. Then an arrow caught up with it in the air and penetrated into its soft belly. It fell to the ground and twitched, letting out a strange howl.

Call.

The blacksmith and the priest, who came a step behind, rejoiced and praised God.

But they were happy too early. Howls rang out all around, shaking the whole place, and pairs of green eyes lit up, surrounding them.

The third batch of guests came tonight, and there was more than one.

In order to welcome the guests, the enthusiastic host left the safe camp and ran into the wilderness, away from the fire.
Chapter completed!