The smell of blood gradually pervaded. In the misty forest shrouded in the night, such a smell of blood was a fatal temptation to the magical beasts.
Dick hid on the tree motionlessly as if he had integrated with the whole tree.
The trees shook for a while, and soon the magical beasts were attracted. They tussled with each other, fighting for the fresh meat, or simply wanting to prey on a fresher prey.
The whole woods suddenly turned into a bloody battlefield. The smell of blood rushed to Dick's head, which made him frown.
Didn't the dark castle appear tonight? How could he even refuse so many magical beasts but he didn't see the evil apes that night?
Just as Dick was confused, a black figure suddenly rushed up the back of a magical beast, which was fighting. The magical beast was stunned for a moment and before it could react, its head had been pulled off violently.
The brains fell on the ground, looking strange and disgusting.