Boom!

Boom!

“What's going on? Is there an earthquake?”

Bright Manor was a manor located near Blackmoon City; they were a manor that raised cows and sold milk to earn money. They were also one of the manors that had surrendered to Blackmoon Castle in the past few days.

Its fat owner, Norton, was on a chair when he felt the earth shake. The fat on his belly trembled before he felt it in his chest.

His heart shook with the fat. He had just heard the news about how Vermillion Manor had been destroyed the previous day, so he did not dare to go anywhere that day. He ordered more than ten guards in the manor to guard his room and not to take a single step away, and when he heard the commotion outside, he wondered if a bandit gang had attacked his manor.

“Look at how the ground shakes; how many people are there in this bandit gang?”

Norton's lips curled into a bitter smile. He was a very timid person. Otherwise, he would have gone with Jack, Morgan, and Christine when they invited him to Blackmoon Castle during the day to seek justice.

“Master Norton, something terrible has happened. There are many magical beasts outside!”

At that moment, a guard opened the door and rushed in with a panicked expression.

Magical beasts?

Norton closed his eyes in despair. If it were a bandit gang, he would have to hand over all of his a.s.sets and kneel on the ground to beg for mercy. Perhaps he could survive then. Those magical beasts would not listen to him, and if he were to fall into their hands, he would be torn to pieces.

It was winter, but it was not time for the magical beasts to be out. How could there be a magical beast?

Then, Norton heard a loud sound from the top of his head. The entire beam of the house had been torn apart until it revealed a huge hole. A ferocious magical beast with two heads poked its head into the hole. Its saliva dripped onto Norton's forehead. Countless similar magical beasts were behind that one. They were so densely packed that one could not see beyond them.

Norton rolled his eyes and sat down on the ground. He almost fainted. What kind of magical beast was that? It was too scary. Furthermore, it could fly. How could one escape from it?

Just as he thought he was doomed, the magical beast suddenly spoke. More accurately, it was the person behind the magical beast who had spoken.

“Norton, come up quickly.”

Norton looked up; he realized that the person who spoke was the manor owner, Morgan, who had looked for him during the day. He was on the back of the magical beast, and he had stretched his hand toward; his face was bruised and swollen. He did not know if someone had beaten him.

“Morgan, why are you on a magical beast? What's going on?”

“I'll explain it to you later. Come here and get all the guards in your house too.”

The Misty Forest.

As the Holy Dragon Kingdom borders, it was the largest forest close to the Dragonspine Snow Mountain. It was rich in magical beasts. The manors that traded in magical beasts at the border would usually capture them from Misty Forest.

The Misty Forest was foggy all year round, so it was easy to get lost in the forest. When the fog was at its thickest, its visitors could not even see their own hands, and the magical beasts there would not usually go out. People said that the Dragonspine Snow Mountain was once the territory of a prosperous country a thousand years ago. Due to various reasons, that country was destroyed, and many magical beasts had appeared.

Whether the rumors were true or not, the fact that there were many ruins in the Misty Forest was genuine. That was why adventurers often went there to explore.

That day, the Misty Forest experienced the most lively moment in its history.

A thousand silver-tier magical beasts, led by a golden lion-like beast, charged into the depths of the Misty Forest.

Some of those magical beasts had a rider on them.

“Morgan, can you tell me what's going on now?” Norton was on the back of a two-winged liger. His face was dull, as if he had not woken up yet.

He had not woken up, indeed. He had been in his manor, and in just a short while, he had arrived at the Misty Forest with his guards beside him. All of them were trying to hold onto the fur of a two-winged liger shamefully; they were shouting things like, “This is a silver-tier magical beast, right?”, “It has two heads, it's too overbearing”, and “I'm sitting on a silver-tier magical beast.”

How useless!

Was it not only a silver-tier magical beast? What was so great about sitting on one? Norton wondered about that. However, it was truly amazing to be able to sit on a silver-tier magical beast and go so far without falling off.

The wind blew on Norton's face like a small knife that cut him. He could not even open his eyes. The silver-tier magic beast was too fast. He could not even see anything in front of him before he pa.s.sed it with a whoosh. In addition, it was winter. It was no exaggeration to say that if he waited any longer, he might wet his pants.

“Norton, you'll know soon. Blackmoon Castle is capturing someone. Wasn't the Vermillion Manor attacked yesterday? That's the reason Blackmoon Castle wants to wipe out all the bandit groups in the vicinity. We're here to help find the person who attacked the Vermillion Manor. Don't drag me down! Do you see all these magical beasts? These are all from Blackmoon Castle.”

Morgan explained with a proud tone as if those magical beasts were his.

Wipe out the bandit gang?

Norton's eyes widened. Blackmoon Castle was too bold. Did they know how many bandit strongholds were there near the Misty Forest? He looked at the magical beasts around him and felt relieved.

Well, no matter how strong those bandit gangs, they would not be able to withstand the damage of so many silver-tier magical beasts.

Besides him, many manor owners were also invited onto the back of the magical beasts. At that moment, they showed the same expression as they looked around with hesitation.

“Allen, which bandit gang is the closest to this place?”

At the front of the team, Watson sat cross-legged on a golden beast as he asked the guard next to him.

Allen took the border map that Nightingale had given him and studied it carefully. “This map doesn't indicate the specific location of the bandit gang. Only a few bandit gangs are marked. It's probably because there aren't many bandits and too much mobility, so it's not easy to investigate. The bandit gang that's closest to this place is marked as the Vortex Bandit Gang.”

“Then let's start with them first. As long as they are a bandit gang, leave no one alive.”

A cold gleam flashed in Watson's eyes as he commanded the monster horde to charge forward quickly.

During that process, he did not sit idle. When he saw suitable monsters in the Misty Forest, he immediately fused with them.

Since he was already a gold-tier elite, he could fuse with any creature below gold-tier at will.

[System fusion successful. Master has fused two bronze-tier magic beasts—the Wind-splitting Eagle.]

[System fusion successful. Congratulations, Master, for obtaining a silver-tier magical beast—the Giant Ice Bear Claw.]

Numerous fusion notifications echoed in Watson's mind, and the number of magic beasts that followed him increased continuously.

His idea was straightforward. On the way to exterminating the bandit gang, he would kill as many magical beasts as he could. Not only would he increase his strength, but he would also be able to prevent those magical beasts from harming others during the winter.

When he saw the same thing, such as two iron-tier pythons magical beasts entangled in a tree and mating, Watson fused them into a bronze-tier Water-bucket Python. When he saw more magical beasts flocked out of the forest, he fused them into a silver-tier Storm Eagle.

Other than fusing with similar magic beasts, he had also fused with many different magical beasts. There were some winged pigs, three-headed rabbits, and other strange beasts.

Within a short period, the light around Watson continued to s.h.i.+ne. The number of magical beasts had increased several times from the initial one thousand, and the number continued to rise.

“Do you feel that the number of magical beasts around you has increased?”

Norton, who was on a two-winged liger, hugged his shoulders and s.h.i.+vered as he asked weakly.

“You just noticed?” someone beside him asked.

The manor owner raised his head and saw a manor owner held by a five-meter-tall white giant bear. The bear's arms were covered with spiral patterns, and its claws were sharper than swords. It crushed the trees nearby; its blood-red eyes were staring at the poor man in its hands. It roared and spat on his face.

Norton turned his head again and found that the giant goshawk in the air held more people. Their screams spread far and wide.

What?

Norton swallowed his saliva; he felt that the magical beast under his bottom was not so scary anymore. It seemed like he could control those beasts.

Did Blackmoon Castle's master summon all those magical beasts? It seemed like he could control the magical beasts. What kind of magic was that? There was no need to create so many magical beasts to kill those bandit gangs. Were they trying to flatten the entire Misty Forest?