Bran couldn't care so much now, and he knew someone had to be behind him and his cousin. A whistling sound came from his mouth, and the whistling sound spread in all directions, transmitting the desire for help. Then he stopped, turned and stood still. has already been caught up, there is no point in running further, someone has to stop it, it is really miserable.

Sensing that his cousin and others also stopped, they moved closer to him. Angry Bran yelled, "Get out of the way." ”

"You run, I'll come. ”

"Get out!" Bran regretted a little, he shouldn't have hidden his characteristics these days. Only he is the best person to procrastinate, but now that his cousin Dia is firmly standing in front of him, this makes Bran really feel the urge to vomit blood.

"Run, I beg you. Bran was bitter in his mouth.

"You advised us not to come in. Dia looked stubborn.

"I have a way to get out, I'm a wizard, and there are always abilities that you don't know......" Bran stopped reassuring as the predator following behind him had already taken shape.

Dia raised her hand to push Bran away, but it was missed. Bran had bypassed her and pounced on the monster. She heard Bran's voice come from her, "As a Northlander, since you can't help, then don't be a burden. ”

A huge bug more than two meters tall, like an enlarged praying mantis, only with a more compact body, this is the guy Bran is facing. Bran didn't like such an opponent, who seemed to be known for his agility. Bran will provoke larger and stronger animals, but will easily not provoke the agile ones. In the face of an agile hunter, any gap can make the difference between life and death in an instant.

Bran's mind was focused and focused, and the black cat Blossom disappeared into the surrounding grass. At the same time, Bran slowly opened the tide in the magic net, completely enveloping his opponent inside. Now he no longer thinks about how his cousins will react, and at this time, life and death are fate, so he can only take care of himself first.

Bran saw traces of wisdom in the eyes of this bug, saw banter, saw excitement, saw bloodthirsty, as if he saw himself and Flowey a few days ago. That's it, it's a purposeful selection, and the bug is choosing the prey it's interested in. It's not for the sake of hunger, it's just for fun, so it's chasing after you.

As soon as Bran was within range of the bug, the bug's sickle-like claws slashed down. Bran dodged sideways, slashing diagonally at the side of the claw. Bran was disappointed, leaving only a white mark on that claw.

After a tentative attempt, the bug let go of its attack, slashing twice in quick succession with its two claws, but the expected touch did not appear, causing it to pause for a moment. Bran had bypassed its side by this point, and the knife slashed through its thigh, but it was blocked by the exoskeleton of the leg. This seemingly insidious and deadly attack, Bran only left a not-so-deep scratch on it.

Bran was faster than the bug expected, causing it to get excited, and the hard wings that were clinging to its back rubbed against it, making a screeching noise.

Bran began to have a headache, the bug's exoskeleton was simply not something he could shake now. So his eyes began to look at the insect, looking for the soft and easy part of the insect to attack.

Just as the bug was about to attack again, Flowey appeared on its head, and a claw swung over its bulging hedron eyes, before disappearing from the top of its head. However, this attack did not cause significant damage, and its eyes were as transparent and hard as real hedrons. The only effect of this attack was to startle it, making it more vigilant, and its emotions became manic, and at the same time venting this mania towards Bran.

After several attempts by both sides, the bug realized that Bran could not deal too much damage to it, so its attacks became unbridled and completely abandoned its defenses, which allowed its speed to be fully exploited. Fortunately, Huahua found the weakness of this insect in time, appeared in the abdomen of this insect several times, and scratched several wounds, although it looked bloody, it could only be regarded as skin trauma. But this also slowed down the attack of the bugs a lot, and some of the energy was focused on the black cat Flowey.

The onlookers had already realized that they couldn't keep up with this speed when Bran and the bug were testing each other, so they didn't hesitate to join the fight. But they did not run away, but actively prepared, waiting for the opportunity to help.

Bran is really like a flea now, playing a game called You Can't Beat Me. What made Bran even more sad and angry was that his cousins did not take the opportunity to run away, which made Bran's desire to find a chance to slip away was suppressed......

He always felt that he could hold on a little longer, that he could put it off for a while, and that he seemed to have the strength to spare. If you hold on a little longer, you may be able to drag it out until help arrives. So Bran held this thought, like an old dog about to die of exhaustion, and gave up the opportunity to get out alone again and again.

And then the real crisis came, not from the bug in front of you, or not from the bug in front of you completely. Bran had somewhat figured out and adapted to the insect's attack characteristics and speed, and he was gradually regaining the thrill and excitement of dancing on the tip of a knife, and he was preparing to fight back. The companions behind him found a great opportunity, so they did not hesitate to strike with the decisiveness characteristic of the Northlanders. Five sharp spears were thrown at the bug's abdomen.

Yes, this is supposed to be the most vulnerable part of the bug, but the proportions of the bug are too different from that of humans, and its belly is about below Bran's head. Although the bug has not been able to deliver a fatal blow to Bran, it is still the one who takes the initiative. With a diagonal slash, it drove Bran into the spear's throwing path.

Bran felt it through the magic net, and five deadly spears were thrust into his back, and the reaction in his mind was the word "Finish!" He only wanted to greet the ancestors of these bear children in the last moments of his life, although it was probably his own ancestors.

The bear children were already screaming and screaming, but that didn't seem to solve the immediate crisis.

At this time, Bran's hairs stood on end, and at the last moment of life and death, his potential was completely unleashed. Since Bran's abilities evolved, his magic net and his own senses of sight, smell, and touch are still playing separately, and even causing reverberating ghosts due to the repetition of information feedback. Now, at this last moment, under the pressure of death, he has finally completely merged with Bran's spiritual will.

Bran felt that everything was slowing down, and in the moment the spear touched his body, he disappeared from the eyes of the bugs and bears. He resorted to his escape - the lazy donkey rolled, and even rolled and crawled close to the ground and turned out of the distance......

Bran's escape turned the original exclamation into cheers, and the stunned into surprise. At this moment, the spear of the five lives was deeply inserted into the belly of the worm.

When Dani and a few other strange Northland warriors arrived, they saw such a scene.

......

Dani ran to Bran's side and was so frightened that he couldn't get up for a while, and Bran, who was covered in mud and water, hugged him tightly in his arms. Perhaps it was the danger just now that also stimulated the black cat Huahua, and at this time, the black cat also jumped on Dani's body with soft feet and squeezed into this warm embrace.