The killing was not one-sided, and although more than a dozen jackals had already been wounded or killed, Bran was starting to feel the strain. The environment gives these hunters too much convenience, and this is not Bran's home turf.

This was not the hunting dog that Bran slaughtered during the hunt, and the group of hounds had no murderous intent. Now Bran understands that he has only killed a pack of playful hounds, and it is time for him to pay for his mistakes. A group of hounds, even large beasts, will shy away, and the strength of group cooperation is where this species is strong. It's just that they have been with humans for too long and are used to being human-dominated. If they had attacked them then, would Bran have killed them all in peace? maybe, because he had Dani behind him.

One always pays for arrogance, Bran sighed. In the face of being surrounded, he didn't dare to relax in the slightest, he knew that as long as a jackal dog tore him down, then his life would be over.

Relax, Bran said to himself, don't be nervous, nervousness will only exacerbate the physical exertion. Flowey's mouth kept hissing threateningly, and several jackals had been scratched by Flowey's eyes, but it was far from being blind, although it caused some impact, but the threat was still not small. There have been several times when Flowey has been entangled by the jackal, but has been freed by Flowey's ability to use it.

A real life-and-death struggle, the nervous mental state exacerbates the physical exertion of Bran and Flowey. In the past, they had never been so embarrassed by Dani's hunting, even in the face of more powerful beasts. Because they can retreat to Dani's side at any time, they can have a place of peace at any time, so they can relax and kill their prey without worrying about any counterattack, everything is just a game.

There was blood running down Bran's arm, and it was Bran's own blood. Dragonjin did provide Bran with a good defense, but it wasn't enough. No one is a fool, and if Dragon Gold could provide far more protection than metal, the Dragoons wouldn't have gone to the Northland for help. The properties of the creatures reveal obvious advantages and disadvantages here, and dragon gold can indeed repair itself, but the strength is much worse than that of metal. Bran was still scratched in the end, and he used his ability to temporarily seal the wound through Dragon Gold, but the pain would not go away, and the discomfort caused by the wound would not go away.

Bran said softly, "Huahua, it's just me and you now." ”

......

Dani had been following Bran from a distance, but only to follow. From the moment Bran decides to start the trial and chooses to go out into the wasteland alone, being a Northlander will no longer interfere with the child's path. Only the child can decide what to do, whether it's going into a settlement to rest or walking through the wilderness. As long as the child doesn't cry out for help, then the others will have to watch.

Dani regretted it, she could have let Bran choose to accompany herself. She knew that as long as she insisted, Bran would back down. As she insisted on holding Bran on her horse, that's how they came when they were together. Why would she agree? Let little Bran try out in this way.

In the sky, at an altitude that is difficult for people to see with the naked eye, two huge snow falcons are circling. Bran's tiny figure appeared and disappeared in the grass, and dozens of beasts roamed around the small figure, drawing one undulation after another on the grass.

Dani couldn't bear it, she wouldn't watch something happen to Bran, even if it would violate the traditions of the Northlands. But is there less unconventional thing about Bran? Not bad for this one, a living Bran is more important than anything else.

Just as Dany was about to make a move, Bran acted resolutely and decisively, no longer hesitating, with a kind of relaxation, a kind of indifference.

......

"You know, Huahua, we don't have to guard each other like this, for fear that the other party will be hurt a little. We should trust each other, so you have to protect yourself, and I will protect myself. We're not good at defending, we're all light hunters. It's already like this, why don't we let go and have a good time, it's better than dying aggrieved. We're just going to kill one by one. ”

With that, Bran opened his magic completely, and the tide of magic poured out of the net. This is the best help he can give to Flowey.

Bran no longer hesitated, no longer hesitated, and began to pounce on a jackal on his little short legs. When the jackal tried to dodge, Flowey's attack arrived, and the jackal, forced to jump towards Bran, and then a knife cut open its abdomen, and Flowey disappeared again in the grass.

Bran changed his previous caution, and he began to separate and merge with the black cat Flowery in the grass, driving each other's prey and creating opportunities for each other.

Once upon a time, Bran and Flowey were too dependent on each other, but instead bound each other. They are entangled, unwilling and unwilling to let go of each other. They refuse to let each other disappear in front of their eyes for even a moment, as they have been since Flowey was born, and they never leave each other's eyes. Many times, they have already become a burden to each other, a burden to each other.

The life-and-death moment made them completely let go, and they also let go of everything. But they didn't leave each other behind, they both fought to create more life for each other, and then they found a closer connection, and their spirits began to resonate on a deeper level. They are no longer a drag on each other, they are each other's eyes, each other's hands. They really let go of each other, but they really don't distinguish each other.

Bran exhaled, this fight was not difficult. At least in the final killing, Bran felt more exhilarating than ever. Then he let out a long howl, mixed with the whining of flowers.

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The snow falcon, which had already pounced downward, flew up on its back again, and Dany's forward running gradually stopped, and she called back the white wolf, a reassuring smile on her face. Little Bran was right, and he began to find his way gradually.

He and the black cat Huahua finally saw their place clearly, they had both begun to grow up and mature, and they no longer relied on each other's arms.

Dani suddenly wanted to laugh, the child holding the huge bobcat in her mind, the bobcat seemed to be a scoundrel in her arms, but in fact she was also hugging the child with her paws open, and they were holding each other like this, reluctant to let go of each other.

......

After a little more walking, Bran finally knew why he had been besieged. He found a small dirt bag and a few little jackals frolicking. The remaining jackals stood in front of the dirt bag and demonstrated against him, but it was only a demonstration, and they had lost the courage to attack.

Bran sighed and walked around the dirt bag. This is a senseless killing, if he knew, if he had more experience, if his perception range could have been larger, if these jackals were not very well integrated with the environment, he would have chosen to avoid them in advance.