Dying Beyond Death Chapter 65

Lalan Heights. Edge of the Depression.

In the dense jungle, a sound of breaking through the air was heard, and a storm falcon fell down.

The young man dressed as a ranger walked over, pushing aside the grass, the bowstring of the short bow in his hand still trembling slightly. He picked up the falcon, then threw it behind him, and it fell into the arms of the sturdy warrior behind him.

"Red, is that almost enough?" The young ranger felt that his hands were about to get blisters from drawing the bow.

"Paul, the employer wants to eat dragon eagle wings." Red shrugged.