The stampeding sheep kicked up clouds of hazy dust, as if they were building a towering wall on the distant horizon.
But the sheep's footsteps alone weren't enough to cause a thunderous upheaval.
"After the dust, what else is chasing them?"
Tang Qi narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the silhouettes of the predators behind them through the dust.
The goblins on the watchtower were professional scouts, after all, and had sharper eyesight. "Those are—lizards? Damn, those things are huge!"
Only then did Tang Qi manage to vaguely make out the shapes of the twenty-odd predators behind the flock. We all know the world's strongest lizard is the Earth Dragon, five or six meters tall and as mighty as a hill.
After the true Giant Dragons vanished from the world, their short forelimbs could no longer erase their status as rulers of the Wasteland.
So much so that no one remembered the runner-up—except the Poet.
Compared to the Earth Dragon's bulky, heavy build, the Allosaurus was leaner and more evenly proportioned.
That didn't mean it was small. Even viewed from the side, it stood two or three meters tall.
Its huge, well-balanced body was supported by powerful hind legs, while its long, strong tail helped it keep its balance as it moved.
Its hands and feet each had three fingers, tipped with enormous, curved claws for grabbing and holding down prey.
If the Earth Dragon hunted by opening its enormous maw, capable of devouring anything, and swallowing its prey whole in one savage gulp,
then the Allosaurus at least had some sense of elegance. It made a habit of tearing you apart first, as if carefully arranging a fine dish—letting your guts and organs savor the agony of being ripped to pieces.
The Allosauruses of the Wasteland added another