Nedri, hiding behind the foliage, clenched her spear, the dead leaves at her feet half-buried with explosive cones, her emerald eyes staring at the tall figure in the woods, merging with the woods.

A tall figure slowly came into view.

Nedri, silent, cautiously gauging the distance between them as she adjusted her grip on the spear.

Her eyes fell on the weapon in his hand, a bone blade, probably sharpened from the bones of a dragon lizard, large enough.

While the hunter was attracted by the movement of the other cougars, she threw her spear decisively. x

The spear flew out from a sinister angle, but the hunter's spirit was tense and vigilant, his pupils shrank, and in an instant, he reflected and swung his arm to fly the spear. The spear swirled in the air, slanting into the dirt.

Nedri turned and ran, making a sound of footsteps on the dry leaves.

She knows when to stop and when to attack.

"Little kitten, slow down!" He said it in a roaring voice as he chased in the direction where the footsteps were coming from.

He knew that his prey was unarmed, the threat was greatly reduced, and this was the perfect opportunity to capture her.

The flesh-toothed beast sprang into the grass, but a stinging pain came from under its feet, and it was knocked down by a roaring explosion.

The sound of the explosion drilled into his keen ears, making his head buzz. There was a warm touch on one foot, and the blood in his body was gurgling out, staining his fur red.

Explosive cones, actually knocked down by such a clumsy trap!

Seasoned hunters immediately realize what they have been through.

The rage brought the hunter's consciousness together, and he knew very well that the explosive cones were only so lethal that they could make him lame.

But Nedrik wouldn't give him a respite.

Nedri turned back and turned into a lithe cougar that pounced on him, its sharp claws piercing the fur of his chest.

The cougar was lying on the flesh-toothed beast's chest, avoiding the bloody jaw, and pressed its sharp teeth against his throat. In the roar of the flesh-toothed beast, he bit his neck hard and choked his windpipe.

In an instant, the wound was bloody.

Whether it was bleeding or suffocating, it took a waiting process, and the flesh-toothed beast started an unwilling counterattack.

He raised his gripping hand and stabbed Nedri's cougar, while his other hand grabbed her neck, trying to pinch her throat and force her to loosen.

Nedri's siblings rushed up in unison, fangs and fangs that bit into the flesh-toothed beast's muscular limbs, dragging him down, weighing down his arms with tens of kilograms.

Tear up!

Scratching!

The carnivorous beast instantly had nearly a hundred scars all over its body, and the scars were unbearable.

But what was truly fatal was Nedri's bite, which she tore so hard that she severed the hunter's trachea and died of grief.

"Got you, kitten!"

Without stopping, a large hand suddenly grabbed her neck, and a hunter grabbed her and lifted her into the air.

He grinned at her, his eyes undisguised in his greed, and Nedri's grinning in response with bloodied fangs.

It was the blood of his companions.

The carnivoron's companions arrived, and there were three of them.

One of them grabbed Nedri, and the other two lunged at the fallen hunter, stabbing one of her sisters and nephew to death with their hunting knives.

The lions scattered and let out a low roar, engaged the two hunters, but the price of one dead and one wounded was only a few insignificant claw marks on the hunter's thighs.

Nedri let out a roar of pain, and the lions fled in all directions. She couldn't bear to see her family casualties anymore, so she had to let them abandon themselves and leave.

"Shut up!"

The hunter reached for her mouth, and Nedri's bite down sharply, only to be nimbled out of the way.

The second time he pressed his hand on her head, then ripped her mouth open and ruffled her fangs with his fingers like a veterinarian would do with a cat.

He smiled again: "Your teeth are really sharp and smooth. It's a great idea to pick one and put it on your necklace. ”

But he immediately put on a straight face again, and changed his words: "But this is too wasteful, I want to guarantee your integrity, and I will make you my best trophy!" ”x

The other two hunters probed their companion's injuries and let out a barrage of roars and howls.

Nedri could understand their voices because they were all Vastaya.

"Ralph is dead, too."

"For such a small trophy, we lost two strong hunters! It's even more shameful than going home empty-handed! Poengaf will be angry! ”

"It's three! She had killed a fellow citizen before. ”

"We have to find a way to make amends, and none of the cougars that left scars on Ralph's body will want to run! I'm going to make a whole necklace out of their fangs! ”x

Nedri's anger burned when she heard this, but there was nothing she could do.

She can't even protect herself, how can she save her family.

"I'll get rid of her and then I'll go over." Said the hunter who had captured Nedri.

After finishing their companion's suffering, the two Carnidon Hunters chase the lions in different directions, while Nedri and the last Hunter are left alone.

"Now it's just us, kitten." He pressed her under the tree, grinning and pulling out a knife, his beard fluttering with the movement of his mouth muscles.

Nedri didn't respond, he grabbed her neck hard, and roared at close range with a roar that almost stunned people, "Change me!" ”

He had the same idea, to kill Nedri's transformation the moment she transformed, in order to reap a deformed but peculiar trophy.

But Nedri didn't want him to do it, clenched her teeth, and endured the pain of her throat being choked by the might.

"You think I can't help it if you don't want to change, but the shapeshifter will change back to his original form after death, so let me see where you are."

As he spoke, it reached the knife into the cougar's artery.

Sincere!

With a pain in the back of his head, the hunter reached out and grabbed the back of his head with a thick mane.

He heard only the sound of wings flapping, and a bird chirped away from his hand, still holding one of his manes in its mouth.

"It turned out to be a broken bird." The hunter looked up at the bird as it flew up the treetops, ignored it, and returned his gaze to the cougar.

He held out the knife again, but this time, he sensed that something was wrong.

He saw the cougar's gaze freeze instantly, a huge shadow cast, and the smooth surface of the knife reflected a brutal figure.

From above.

A smirking face.

Unfamiliar, yet inexplicably familiar.

Which of its kind

He looked up, and the figure leapt from the branch, claws spread.

At this moment, he saw the other party's face clearly, strange and familiar.

He remembered.

It's clearly him!

"Catch you, kitten!"

The other let out a deafening roar, lunging him from a great height, ripping his throat open with his claws.

His breath was leaking, his throat was choking with blood, and his eyes were wide and full of puzzlement.

"Who"

He's dead, and he won't be blind! div