Hill and Guy followed Simba for a few days and got a basic grasp of his movements.

On this day, it was Simba's turn to hunt again, and the two males of the Hill faction disguised themselves as the males of the Red Tribe. From Simba's tribe, he followed him, so that he could keep track of his movements.

Simba, who was dedicated to hunting, did not find himself being followed, and still rushed to the place where he usually hunted.

On the other hand, Hill and Guy had already begun to set traps at Simba's destination.

Half an hour later, Simba arrived at his destination.

As soon as he entered the woods, Simba noticed a small deer lying on the ground not far away, and its bound limbs were constantly struggling.

Simba rolled his eyes and looked around, but found nothing unusual.

Hidden in the trees, the two pangolins stared closely at Simba below, expecting him to walk into the trap they had dug.

Simba below, however, did not do what they had hoped for, and went straight around the area where the fawn was.

The pangolin above stared so hard that its eyes were about to drop, and it could only deliver the message to Ciel and Gaina, who were guarding below.

Guy and Ciel began to slowly approach Simba with their people, preparing to take advantage of the raid.

When Simba entered the encirclement, Gaina waved around. The Containment Beast and the Pangolin Beast that were hiding around jumped out of the bushes together.

Simba in the encirclement was calm, turned his eyes to observe, and quickly calculated the direction of dodging in his mind.

In just an instant, he had already dodged the attack of the fifth male.

Turning, bouncing, kicking out, every movement is flawless, just to catch the gap and get out.

"Ahh

The last pangolin let out a loud cry and pounced on its sharp nails.

Simba was kicking a male's chest to escape, but he clung to his foot.

The next moment, the pangolin attack also arrived, and Simba lifted his dangling foot, bent his left leg to accumulate strength, and spun to avoid his sharp nails.

The blow missed, and the pangolin turned around to make a move, and Simba couldn't dodge the left leg of the move.

Sharp fingertips slashed across the calf, and there was a burning pain.

"Whew—" With a hiss, Simba's hands turned into lion's claws and grabbed at the face of the male holding his calf.

The male who was caught was in pain and let go of Simba's hand. Simba is empty, and a pick kick kicks the attacking pangolin away.

"Gaina, this Simba is amazing. We're just afraid that we're not opponents, what should we do?" Ciel, who was hiding not far away, smacked Gaina beside him with his arm, his face full of anxiety.

"Don't worry, they've already attacked Simba. Don't worry, he won't be able to run. Guy looked triumphant, very confident.

Hill looked at Gaina's relaxed appearance and felt strange, wondering where he got so much confidence.

"I had the pangolin's claws coated with hemp juice, as long as Simba was scratched. He quickly becomes paralyzed and unable to move. ”

Guy looked at Simba's bleeding wound and felt cute, and he couldn't take him down now.

"Good idea. ”

Hill's eyes lit up. Turning his head and staring at Simba's every move, silently counting in his heart, expecting Simba to fall to the ground.

Simba also quickly sensed that something was wrong with his legs, and quickly turned back to his original form and roared into the sky. Use the voice to send the surrounding males to ask for support, he can't die yet, he has cubs, and Miqing.

They were waiting for him to come home, and he couldn't die.

"Roar—roar—" Simba raised his voice and screamed, showing the unwillingness in his heart.