Dust of History: Hunting (4)

Another call sign came. Asa knew that the stalkers were torturing the woman. This is a special method used by that race when hunting humans.

If he turned around and ran to save someone, he would fall into this stupid trap, and the result would be that both of his heads became an ornament for some tribe of orcs.

The water of the Dono River rushed eastward quickly and gently, and the slight waves seemed to beckon him.

Come on, come on, it's safe to jump in, although you will be sad and guilty, but at least you will be alive. After a few years, maybe you will be indifferent to this matter, and you will use it as a material for chatting with friends at the wine table. If you can’t forget it in a few years, then you will definitely forget it in decades.

Perhaps you can also use this sadness as a driving force, become a general in a few years, lead an army, wipe out all the orcs on the mainland in a mighty way, avenge this woman,... ...

The third scream came, and it was already so weak that it seemed to be just a hallucination caused by worry.

Asa uttered the most diabolical curse he knew, turned and sprinted the way he had come, all the while letting out a growl as best he could, telling the stalker that his foolish trap was working just as he had hoped. had a very effective effect.

In less than ten minutes, Asa ran wildly and 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 **** and twisted like a dead tree and vine, not a single inch of her bones was intact. That's not something that can be caused by one injury, it's broken in one place and then broken in another until there is no more place to attack.

Asalo felt relieved, except for this hand, for the time being, she couldn't see where she was fatally injured. She was just lifted in the air by the hunter like a chick waiting to be slaughtered. A weak moan came from her mouth, the sound was intermittent, and it seemed that she might be cut off by the claws pinched around her neck at any time.

Following the giant hairy claw, it was the first time that Asa saw the orc who had been chasing him for three days at such a close distance in broad daylight.

A foot taller than him, a huge body half as wide, with brown fur covering the whole body, tall ears, yellow pupils, narrow mouth, and a dog-like head, this is a werewolf. The proportions of its body parts are roughly 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 wore a special leather armor, and the meteor hammer on the ground that had smashed 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 formidable weapon complemented his body enough to allow him to deal with an entire squad of soldiers alone.

But this werewolf doesn't look that majestic and dangerous, and it can even be said to be a bit embarrassed. The hair on the left arm has been clotted with blood, and the wound on it is still bleeding slowly. The Anka rapier does not reduce its lethality because it cannot be used for chopping. The unique blade will tear all the surrounding blood vessels and tissues when it is rotated after piercing the body. The slender blade is Forged from the finest dwarven alloys, it can pierce even bone.

There is a scorched black mass on the back of the left paw, where the scorched and burst muscles can be seen, and the surrounding fur has been burned off, which is the trace of the fireball technique. From the slightly scorched fur on his head, it can be seen that this was originally a fireball shot at his face, but he blocked it with his hand before he could dodge it in time. The timing of this fireball must have been well-timed.

If you fight the stalker together with the woman, the chances of winning are actually great... Asa feels extremely regretful. Now I can only fight with all my strength, there should still be hope, after all, the left arm of the stalker has already...

The stalker let out a grunt, opened his mouth, bared his sharp teeth, and moved his shoulders. Asa didn't understand the meaning of this expression, but he clearly saw the muscles on the paw holding the woman bulging.

The prey has come, the goal has been achieved, and the bait is naturally useless.

"Stop!" Asa uttered a hoarse cry, rushing towards the stalker.

"Kole", the crisp sound of bones breaking, Asa couldn't tell whether it came from the woman's neck or his own body. The overrunning legs no longer have the strength to dodge in the middle of the full charge. Asa almost watched the stalker put one foot on his chest accurately, making him fly out like a scarecrow , hitting a tree hard. The knife in his hand was also inserted into the tree.

Asa shrank into a ball like a shrimp, blood and spittle overflowed from his mouth and nose. Several ribs were broken, but luckily they were not inserted into the internal organs. There seemed to be countless bulls rushing left and right in the chest cavity, squeezing out all the other sensations 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 time in the past three days was so vulnerable, the hunter thought disappointedly. Originally, he expected to end it with a wonderful fight.

He was pretty sure it was a trap when he noticed the obvious tracks and smells by the campfire this morning. How could this cunning prey show his whereabouts to himself on purpose? Must be some kind of trick. So he chased another track that didn't seem quite like it. When he found that his judgment was wrong again, and he was deceived by this prey's trick again, he was completely out of his mind with surprise and embarrassment.

The fighting power of this other human being was even more unexpected, and he was almost blown in the face by a fireball. Fortunately, this human being is also very fragile. Immediately after he broke his hand, he lost his combat effectiveness due to severe pain.

The result is your own victory after all. You have successfully lured the escaped prey over, and now you can walk over and wring the head off with ease.

No, there's no need to be so fast. It would be an interesting ending aftertaste to savor every bit of the process carefully and see what this human being will do when he knows his life is about to end.

One last trick? Still struggling? Or huddled into a ball, and let out some inexplicable wailing with tears? It's best not to come here, I'm tired of seeing it.

Asa breathed out with great difficulty, the ribs in his chest seemed to be full of knives, and they kept twitching up and down with his breathing. He reluctantly raised his head to look at the knife stuck in the tree, and the white sap secreted by the tree had already covered the knife.

He recognized the tree, whose thin, straight roots once reminded him of an almost shameless remark. Now he remembered again, looked at the woman who had fallen to the ground without moaning, a kind of grief and indignation supported him to stand up, and pulled the knife out of the tree trunk. He raised the knife with all the strength in his body and rushed forward.

The stalker looks at the oncoming prey almost in a pitiful state of mind. Is this tortoise-slow, well-defined movement your final struggle? You can even see the pulsation of every muscle of yours and the distortion of your movements due to pain, and 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, blocked the knife without any deviation, and there was a loud sound of metal intersecting. As expected, the knife and the hand were rebounded together, and the body was shaken back together, the gap between the chest and abdomen was wide open, as long as the claws were pulled straight in from below, the hot heart could be torn out.

It's just that the stalkers didn't anticipate a seemingly insignificant detail. The sap sticking to the knife turned into countless small droplets under the strong vibration, and splashed into the eyes and wet nose of the stalker.

That is not tree sap, but thousands of small knives that have been quenched with poison and covered with barbs, and have been burned red. The stalker let out a long and shrill cry that he had never heard before.

The whole world was taken over by this pain. The vision was bright red at first and then completely black, the nose was no longer there, there was nothing but pain there, and only my own screams could be heard in the ears. Then the remaining physical sensation immediately found that a cold thing was stuffed into the body from the lower abdomen and reached the chest. It didn't take much effort, but it firmly squeezed out its place from the originally neatly arranged internal organs.

A kind of fear that could even conceal the pain swarmed over. The hunter subconsciously grasped something under his lower abdomen, and used all his strength and fear on it. Then he heard another scream that was not inferior to his own.

Asa also couldn't hear the sound of his wrist bones shattering into pieces, but could only feel countless bone fragments running wildly among the muscles and blood vessels and protruding from the skin. He didn't use force, he didn't have the slightest strength for a long time, he bent his knees madly against the handle of the knife with the huge tingling pain~IndoMTL.com~ The elastic rupture of the heart muscle came from the handle of the knife.

The stalker suddenly stopped crying, and clutched his chest so hard that the sharp claws penetrated through the leather armor into his own fur, as if he wanted to cover the broken thing inside back to its original shape. But after swaying a few steps, he fell down.

Asa clutched his left hand and knelt on the ground, wailing and panting for a while before he managed to stand up.

It's all over.

No, not yet. You can't stay here for too long, once the stalker's body smells, it will attract a lot of lizards. I am already weak enough to let those ugly scavengers fish and meat, I hope that there are some more useful healing medicines in the woman's luggage, or high-end products like that water purification talisman.

Asa walked over unsteadily. Looking at the woman's pale face, it was once so beautifully set off by a smile, and after another half a day, it will soon become food for those ugly animals just like the werewolf corpse over there.

Sorry, it's all my fault. Asa knelt in front of her in pain. Suddenly he saw the lips move, thinking it was his hallucination, but immediately heard a moan, stronger than his own.