Another call came. Asa knew that the hunter was torturing the woman. This was a special method used by that race when hunting humans.
If he turned around and ran to save others, he would have fallen into this stupid trap, and the result would be that their heads together became the decorations of some orc tribe.
The water of the Dono River cascaded eastward quickly and gently, and the slightly rising waves seemed to be waving to him.
Come on, come on, it’s safe to jump in. Although you will be sad and guilty, at least you will be alive. After a few years, maybe you will be indifferent to this matter and use it with friends at the wine table.
If you can't forget the material for small talk in a few years, you will surely forget it in a few decades.
Maybe you can use this sadness as motivation to become a general in a few years, lead an army, wipe out all the orcs on the continent, and avenge this woman...
The third scream came, already so weak that it seemed like it was just an hallucination caused by worry.
Asa cursed loudly the most vicious curse he knew, turned and bolted in the direction he came from, shouting at the top of his lungs to tell the pursuers that his stupid trap was working just as he had hoped.
function.
Then in less than ten minutes, Asa, after running wildly, saw the stalker and the woman caught in his hands.
Neck-length black hair fell from the cloak, messily covering her painful expression. Her right hand was bloody and twisted like a dead tree and vine, and not an inch of her bones was intact. That was not a one-time event.
The damage that can be done is to break it in one place and then break it in another place until there is no more place to start.
Assa was relieved. Except for this hand, it was not possible to see where she had been fatally injured. She was just lifted in the air by the hunter like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered, and a weak moan came from her mouth.
The voice came out intermittently, as if it might be cut off by the claws pinching her neck at any time.
Following the giant claw covered with hair, Asa saw the orc who had been chasing him for three days at such a close distance for the first time in broad daylight.
A foot taller than him, a huge body half as wide, with brown fur covering the whole body, towering ears, yellow pupils, a narrow mouth, and a dog-like head, this is a werewolf. Each part of its body is
The proportions are probably similar to those of humans, but from the perfect curves of muscles and bones, it can be seen that the strength and agility contained in this body are beyond the reach of humans.
The werewolf was wearing a special leather armor. The meteor hammer on the ground that had shattered the heads of more than a dozen of Asa's colleagues was obviously also specially made. Humans and dwarves could not use such a huge weapon. This terrifying weapon and his body
They complement each other so well that he can deal with an entire group of soldiers on his own.
But this werewolf does not look so majestic and dangerous, and can even be said to be a bit embarrassed. The hair on his left arm has been condensed into a ball of blood, and the wound on it is still bleeding slowly. The Anka rapier is not because it cannot be used.
It is used to cut and slash to reduce its lethality. The unique blade will tear apart all the surrounding blood vessels and tissues as soon as it rotates after piercing the body. The slender sword body is forged from the finest alloy of the dwarves.
It can even pierce bones.
There is a scorched black mass on the back of his left paw. You can see the charred and exploded muscles. The surrounding fur has been burned away. This is the trace of the fireball technique. You can tell by looking at the slight scorch marks on the fur on his head.
A fireball was originally shot at his face, but he blocked it with his hands before he had time to dodge. The timing of this fireball must have been very good.
If he and a woman deal with the stalker together, the odds of winning are actually very high... Asa feels extremely regretful. Now he can only give it all and give it a try. There should still be hope, after all, the stalker's left arm
already......
The stalker grunted, opened his mouth, exposed his sharp teeth, and moved his shoulders. Asa didn't understand the meaning of this expression, but he clearly saw the muscles on the claw holding the woman bulging.
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The prey has arrived, the goal has been achieved, and the bait is naturally useless.
"Stop!" Asa shouted at the top of his lungs and rushed towards the stalker.
"Cluck", the crisp sound of bones breaking, Asa couldn't tell whether it came from the woman's neck or from his own body. His overly running legs no longer had the strength to dodge in the middle of the full sprint, and Asa almost watched helplessly.
He watched as the stalker put his foot on his chest very accurately, causing him to fly out like a scarecrow and hit a tree hard. The knife in his hand was also inserted into the tree.
Asa huddled up like a shrimp, blood and saliva spilled out of his mouth and nose. Several ribs were broken, but fortunately they were not inserted into the internal organs. It seemed like there were countless wild bulls darting left and right in the chest.
I squeezed out all other feelings except pain, and couldn't even take a breath.
This is really an unsatisfying ending. Seeing that the prey that he had spent so much effort on in the past three days was so vulnerable, the hunter thought with disappointment. Originally, he was looking forward to a wonderful kill.
To end.
When he found obvious footprints and scents next to the campfire this morning, he definitely thought it was a trap. How could this cunning prey show its whereabouts to him on purpose? It must be some kind of trick. So he
Chasing another line of tracks that didn't seem to be very similar. When he found that his judgment was wrong again and he was deceived by the prey's tricks, he was completely shocked and angry.
And the fighting ability of this other human being was even more unexpected. He was almost hit in the face by a fireball. Fortunately, this human being was also very fragile. After he broke his hand, he immediately lost his fighting ability due to severe pain.
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In the end, it was his victory. He successfully lured the fleeing prey over, and now he could walk over and twist off the head easily.
No, there is no need to be so fast. It is also an interesting ending to savor every detail of the process and see what this human being will do when he knows that his life is about to end.
Play a trick in the end? Or struggle? Or shrink into a ball, burst into tears and let out some incomprehensible wailing? It's best not to do this, I'm tired of watching it.
Asa finally breathed out, and the ribs on his chest seemed to be filled with knives, and they were twitching up and down with his breathing. He reluctantly raised his head and looked at the knife stuck in the tree, and the white pulp secreted by the tree.
The juice has flowed all over the blade...
He recognized this tree, and the thin and straight roots on it once reminded him of an almost shameless remark. Now he remembered it again, and looked at the moaning woman who had fallen to the ground, and a sad and angry force supported him to stand up.
, pulled out the knife from the tree trunk. Used all the strength in the body to lift the knife and rush forward.
The hunter almost looks at the oncoming prey with a pitiful attitude. This slow and obvious movement like a turtle is your last struggle? You can even see the pulsation of every muscle and the movements caused by pain.
With its twist, you can see when and where the knife fell with how much force.
The stalker raised the handle of the meteor hammer in his hand and blocked the knife without any deviation. There was a loud sound of metal intersecting. As expected, the knife and hand were rebounded together, and the body was shocked back together.
The empty door is wide open, and you only need to dig your claws in from underneath to pull out the hot heart.
It's just that the stalker didn't expect a seemingly insignificant detail. The sap on the knife turned into countless small droplets under the strong vibration, splashing into the stalker's eyes and wet nose.
It was not tree sap, but thousands of knives tempered with poison, covered with barbs, and burned red. The hunter let out a long and shrill cry that even he had never heard before.
The whole world was replaced by this pain. The vision first turned red and then completely blackened. The nose was no longer there. There was nothing there except pain. Even the ears could only hear my own screams. Then the only remaining body
I immediately felt something cold stuffed into my body from my lower abdomen, all the way up to my chest. It didn't take much effort, but it resolutely squeezed its way out of the neatly arranged internal organs.
A kind of fear that could even cover up the pain swarmed over him. The hunter subconsciously grabbed an object under his lower abdomen and used all his strength and fear. Then he heard a scream that was nothing compared to his own screams.
Another scream that was no less impressive.
Asa also couldn't hear the sound of his wrist bones breaking into pieces. He could only feel the countless bone fragments running wildly among the muscles and blood vessels and protruding from the skin. He didn't use force, he had no strength at all. He used this
There was a huge stinging pain, and I bent my knees and pressed against the handle of the knife. The elastic rupture of my heart muscles came from the handle of the knife.
The stalker suddenly stopped shouting and covered his chest with such force that the sharp claw tips were inserted into his fur through the leather armor, as if he wanted to cover the broken thing inside back to its original shape. However, it swayed for a few times.
He took a step and fell down suddenly.
Asa covered his left hand and knelt on the ground, whining and panting for a while before he was able to stand up with all his strength.
It's all over.
No, not yet. You can't stay here for too long. Once the stalker's corpse emits the smell, it will attract a lot of lizards. I am already weak enough to let those ugly scavengers fish and eat. I hope that the woman's luggage will contain it.
There are some more useful healing medicines, or high-end products like that water purification charm.
Asa staggered over and looked at the woman's pale face, which was once so beautiful set off by a smile, but in a long time, it would become the food of those ugly animals like the werewolf's corpse over there.
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I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Asa knelt in front of her in pain. Suddenly he saw the lips seem to move, and thought it was his imagination, but then he immediately heard a moan, which was stronger than his own.