In the forest on the northern border of the Rufia Kingdom, two galloping figures cut through the silence and ran at full speed under the shattered sun. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Just behind the two men, a wild boar with huge fangs nearly two meters screamed and chased, its huge body rampage, trampling the bushes and crushing the branches, shaking the trees and the birds flying one after another.

"Brother Viter, how far is it?"

The young man who asked the question had short black hair, thick black eyebrows raised slightly, and a pair of pure black eyes like shiny black pearls, shining on the boy's simple and childish face.

"Don't worry, it's coming!"

The boy who replied was older, and a head taller than the boy next to him, and he had golden hair like ears of wheat, neither long nor short, just long enough to tie a short, sturdy ponytail like the tail of a rock rabbit. His bangs are parted to the sides, and his sky-blue eyes are straight ahead with a determined gaze. Unlike the slightly thin body of the black-haired boy, the arms exposed by the short-sleeved cloth shirt are a pair of powerful arms full of muscle texture, as if ready at any time.

As soon as the teenagers' voices fell, they stepped over a low bush, and suddenly a large tree with a mark appeared in front of them. The two of them stopped in an instant, and at the same time turned to look back.

The behemoth was rushing towards them, and the branches and trunks seemed to be soft sand, constantly being knocked away by the speeding body, and scattered to the ground. The roar became the wind, and along with the heavy fishy stinking saliva, it gushed out from the mouth of the blood basin protected by sharp fangs.

Obviously, if the teenagers stay still, the next moment they will turn into two puddles of flesh. But they were as if they were frozen, and they did not move. They held their breath, their eyes staring straight ahead, their faces without a hint of fear or any intention of dodging.

Seeing that the thick fangs were only a meter away from them, suddenly, the branches full of pointed wooden stakes popped out in an instant, straight into the huge body, and a terrible hiss sounded instantly, and streams of blood gushed out from those flesh holes, dyed red with thick dark brown bristles.

"It's a success!" the black-haired boy shouted excitedly, and the older man saw that the wild boar was still screaming and struggling, so he raised his hand and took out the arrow from his back quiver, and shot it without adjusting his aim, and the arrow hit the boar's forehead, and the hissing stopped abruptly.

"The hard work of the past few days has not been in vain. Werther put away his bow and arrows, and looked at the boy who was a head shorter than him, his expression changed from calm to gentle, it was the smile of his brother, and it was his usual smile when facing Arthur.

Werther walked up to the boar, drew the arrow, wiped the boar's fur, wiped the blood off the arrow, and put it back in the quiver. Then he drew the short knife pinned to his waist and stabbed it so hard that the whole blade was plunged into the boar's belly, completely submerged in the flesh, and a large stream of blood gushed out. When the blood flow weakened, Turvey exerted his strength again, and the blade cut a straight line, and the crimson internal organs suddenly flowed out.

"Arthur. ”

"It's coming, it's coming!"

The black-haired boy untied the cloth bag he was carrying behind him, spread it on the ground, and while Werther cut the boar, he took the leaves of the trees with large leaves and wrapped the cut pieces of meat in those leaves. The young man was skillful, and the wild boar that was still oozing blood soon turned into green leaf lumps after a few movements of him, and was neatly stacked in the unfolded cloth bag.

After the cloth was full, he found a branch more than a meter long, re-tied the cloth bag, and tied it in the middle of the branch.

After doing all this, Arthur raised his face and looked at Werther and smirked, revealing a mouthful of white, neat teeth. Werther's hand had been wiped on the boar's hair, and it was still clean, and he smiled, making a triumphant gesture.

The two boys walked one after the other with the branches, and it wasn't long before Arthur, who was walking in front, began to turn back every few steps.

Witt knew that Arthur had something to say, but he didn't take the initiative to ask, but whenever Arthur looked back and hesitated, Witt would whisper a reminder to keep an eye on his step.

Turning back again, Arthur finally spoke: "Why don't you take a part, we can't eat so much, after all, you are all responsible, and the trap is also made by you, it is difficult to hunt such a big wild boar." ”

"So you're trying to tell me this. Witt sighed lightly, "Didn't you say before, all the prey caught this time belongs to you." Aunt Yulinda is not easy to be alone, she does not trade with the people in the village, and the little land in the mountains alone is not enough, and this year's harvest is not good. Isn't it because you're malnourished, so you spend half of the day sleeping? Don't say it, no matter what, my family is also a hunter passed down from generation to generation, and I can't go hungry. ”

Arthur pouted and thought for a moment before nodding slightly: "Okay then, let you help me again, thank you Brother Vitter." ”

"Ha, say thank you to me, look ahead, pay attention to your step. ”

At dusk, the two walked to a hillside and looked down to see a wooden house. The wooden house is not large, there are a few pheasants in a simple fence on the side, there are wooden stakes for chopping firewood in front, and neatly stacked firewood, washed clothes and bed sheets are still hanging on the clothesline, in the sunset under the light of the orange and yellow warm color, it is a typical farm scene.

Seeing home, a smile of excitement appeared on Arthur's face, and he was about to speed up his pace, but he didn't expect Werther to stop suddenly, and the sudden pull made him tilt his body and almost fall.

Regaining his center of gravity, Arthur turned his head: "Brother Vitter, why don't you leave?"

"Then go on your own, and if you go any further, you will be easily spotted by Aunt Yulinda, you know, she doesn't like your contact with the people of the village. I'll do the old way with the rest of the meat, you know how to do it. ”

Arthur pouted and scratched his head: "It's not that I haven't been caught, my mother won't care." ”

Seeing that Werther didn't want to change his mind, Arthur sighed and said, "I really don't understand, why did my mother separate us from the village, obviously everyone is very friendly, if we live in the village, we will definitely be able to live better and make a lot of friends." ”

"There must be a reason for her. Maybe I'll tell you when you're older. Okay, go on your own, watch your step. ”

After saying that, Witt helped Arthur stabilize the branch, stabilizing the full weight of the wild boar, and then he waved at Arthur and said a word"See you tomorrow", turned around and left.

Arthur pouted at Werther's departing back, and waved his hand to fall behind the blonde boy's back disappearing into the woods, Arthur lowered his head and kicked a pebble away on his toes, and the pebble rolled far away.

When Arthur walked alone, the heavy wild boar on his shoulders seemed to become air, and the weight of dozens of catties seemed to have no effect on a thin boy. Arthur walked easily through the potholed mountain paths, without the clumsiness he had when he was with Werther.