“Boss, something terrible has happened. There are a lot of magical beasts outside! It seems that there is a magical beast riot in the Misty Forest! There are at least 10,000 of them. Should we inform our brothers and evacuate this area?”

Near the Misty Forest, on a certain mountain peak.

On the low mountain peak, there were tall walls and many kinds of buildings. A person dressed as a bandit asked the tall and st.u.r.dy leader who was wearing sky-blue armor in front of him. His expression looked panicked.

There were also a few other people dressed in the same attire behind that particular bandit. They all seemed to be in a panic.

When he saw the injuries on his subordinate, the Vortex Bandit Gang leader turned his head and frowned. “Logically speaking, now is not the time for magical beasts to come out of the mountain. Why are there so many magical beasts here? Forget it. Take all of our valuables with us. We'll retreat.”

The bandit gang did not have a fixed home. Most of them would choose the mountain top outside the Misty Forest as their base because there were many magical beasts there during winter. The forest was easy to defend but hard to attack, and when the magical beasts were out during the winter, the bandit gang would follow them for their hunt. It was even more impossible for anyone to attack that place.

The bandits did as commanded; they dragged large and small bags as they descended the mountain.

“Hurry Up!”

“Hurry up, or I will kill you all!”

Along the way, some bandits commanded a group of young girls in shabby clothes; they whipped and scolded them.

Those young girls were women they had brought back from their hunt a few winters ago. Some of them were from n.o.ble families. The bandits loved their tender flesh. After they were brought back and tortured for a few years, their hair and faces had become unkempt, and their eyes were dull; their bodies trembled when they saw the whip. They did not dare to resist.

When they saw those young girls, some bandits' eyes flashed. “Boss, even though I don't know why the magical beasts in the Misty Forest would riot ahead of time, this is a good opportunity! Winter has started so early this year; it means that we have more time to go out. We might even be able to catch a few beautiful women. I'm tired of playing with the ones in front of us.”

“Alright, we'll talk about it after we leave the Misty Forest,” the Vortex Bandit Gang leader said as he looked backward.

Boom!

A series of explosions came from behind them. The milky white fog stirred in the endless Misty Forest. Since he was standing on the mountainside, he could see the trees below them breaking rapidly.

“These magical beasts are too fast. Are normal magical beasts that fast?” The Vortex Bandit Gang leader looked down with a puzzled expression. He took the opportunity to make a gesture of indication for his subordinates to stop. “Wait, let these magical beasts go past us first.”

The Vortex Bandit Gang was not a large group, but they had existed for nearly ten years. They were very familiar with the changes in the Misty Forest. Usually, when the magical beasts were in a riot, they would run and tear apart anyone in front of them, but they would not take the initiative to climb. Therefore, the bandits chose to nest in the hilly area of the forest. They knew that the magical beasts would not hurt them if they could not retreat in time.

The Vortex Bandit Gang members made the right choice, but the result was out of their expectations.

Roar!

A goshawk appeared in front of them; it had turned from a small black dot into a huge monster. Its wings, which were several meters long, streaked across the sky as it cast a shadow on the ground.

The eagle's wings brought up a green storm, which was dozens of meters high. Sand and stones flew as the bandits squinted their eyes. The rocks. .h.i.t the armor on their bodies with a bang.

“This is the Storm Eagle, a silver-tier magical beast!” the Vortex Bandit Gang leader muttered as he looked at the sky.

The magical beasts were usually weaker during the early winter and stronger at the end. They would only see one or two silver-tier magical beasts at the end of winter in previous years. They did not expect to see one that year, so they were unlucky.

“Boss, look!”

A bandit's voice trembled as he pointed in the direction of the Storm Eagle.

Countless black shadows were behind that silver-tier magical beast. The sound as their wings flapped was like thunder and waves. Those black shadows quickly arrived in front of them—they were ferocious magical beasts with two heads. Those tiger and lion heads roared alternately, and behind those magical beasts, there were also thousands more different magical beasts with wings.

All those magical beasts only had one characteristic, and that was that they emitted a silver-tier aura.

“These are all silver-tier magical beasts?”

The Vortex Bandit Gang leader and a group of his subordinates could hear the sound of ping-pong from their hands. All the bags they carried had fallen to the ground, and the things inside were scattered all around them.

They wondered if they had seen it wrongly. Most of the magical beasts that ventured outside the forest were iron-tier beasts. Why were those in front of them silver-tier?

The bandits were in fear and disbelief; they even forgot to run away. Soon after that, they saw thousands of magical beasts in the sky. Their heads turned at the same time, and a dazzling light beam was condensed in their mouths. Together, they formed a light cannon that spanned over a hundred meters, and it swept across their bodies.

Kacha!

The mountain peak tilted and broke; the hundred-meter-tall mountain peak slid down gradually.

A few girls in ragged clothes looked at the falling mountain and then at the corpses that had been vaporized by battle aura, the scattered jewelry, and the magical beasts that filled the sky. They did not speak for a long time, but their eyes had light again.

Allen was on a two-winged liger beast a few miles away from the mountain peak. He looked back; he said with some regret, “Young Master Watson, it was not easy to destroy a bandit gang, and even the hill was flattened. Are we really not going to take their treasures?”

“No need. Those treasures will be left to those who were imprisoned by the bandit gang. I think they need those more than we do. We are here to kill bandits.” Watson's right hand, which was covered with a light-elemental combat aura, held a b.l.o.o.d.y head. Then, he waved his left hand. “Which is the next bandit group?”

“Young Master Watson, it's the Fury Soul Bandit Gang!”

“What about the next one?”

“It's the Extreme Evil Bandit Gang!”

“What about the next one?”

“Yes…” Allen flipped the map. “Young Master Watson, the map has the locations of dozens of bandit groups. I guess we'll have to ask Sven about the rest.”

“Then we'll crush these people first and then find Sven.”

That day was the end of the bandits.

Dozens of bandit gangs of various sizes around the Misty Forest were all annihilated within a day.

They had about a thousand members altogether, but not a single one survived the attack. Even the mountain they occupied collapsed because of the magical beasts' attacks. Those were witnessed by the people who had managed to escape from the bandit gangs.

Those people remembered countless pairs of wings and countless silver magical beasts. They also saw a golden lion-like creature with twelve wings that danced among the silver-tier magical beasts. Then, they also saw the youth on that magical beast; he looked like a king.

Some people said that the youth was Watson, the youngest child of the Blackmoon Castle's master; he was the eighth son.

The sun was setting.

Sven sat on the top of the hill where the Shabby Bandit Gang was located. He wiped the Undead Calamity staff in his hand. He would stroke his neck occasionally as he waited quietly.

There was a thick bandage wrapped around his neck. His two injuries had almost healed after he had eaten the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs that Blackmoon Castle had given him. He still had the remaining eggs and silver-tier armor.

“It's almost time.”

He had left a message for Blackmoon Castle to look for him when they wanted to capture Lady Gluttony. He was confident that the other party would visit him.

Not long after that, the mountain peak began to tremble; his eyes lit up. “They're here.”

However, his expression turned to shock.

Thousands of magical beasts had gathered in front of the mountain; it almost made the peak impenetrable. Those magical beasts were at least bronze-tier, and some of them were even silver-tier. There were more than five thousand of them, and some had men on their backs.

Sven was about to go to them when he saw a flash of golden light in front of him. Watson rode down on the Golden Flash and threw dozens of heads in front of him. “Mr. Sven, we meet again! These are the heads from the bandit gangs nearby. Count them and see if the number matches with what you know.”