Gerson watched in the direction of the bushes, clutching the great axe that had been with him for many years, while motioning Petra and Haas to observe the surroundings to prevent the enemy from attacking from the rear. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The bushes, which had not swayed naturally before, had now quieted down, and Gerson did not dare to take it lightly, he maintained the posture that he could strike at any time, and walked forward slowly, gradually approaching the bushes.

"Boss, be careful."

Petra reminded him as he held the dagger in one hand, his only remaining eye turning, observing all corners of the woods.

Without replying, Gerson shifted his steps, slowly approached the bushes, and then gently brushed away the stray branches, and saw the source of the disturbance.

It's a rabbit.

As if frightened by something, the huge hare was now twitching on the ground, and Gerson grabbed its ear, and lifted the hapless rabbit without much difficulty.

"Looks like this guy."

Gerson turned, raised his hand and let his companion look at the hare, but when he saw the solemn expression on his companion's face, he noticed something strange.

Petra and Haas were staring at Gerson, to be precise, the place behind Gerson now, and William, who had already been hiding behind Petra, secretly peeping in Gerson's direction.

“......”

There was no need to ask questions, the tacit understanding of years of fighting had already made Gerson know the meaning of his companion, and he slowly turned back to see the one in front of him.

It was a rotten face.

The fangs leaked out of the festering mouth, and the white bones of Sensen could be faintly seen, the eyes swayed with ominous red flames, and the large body was also tattered, maggots could be seen wriggling in the flesh, and a large hole in the abdomen could be seen, and the dark internal organs hanging from it could be glimpsed.

It's a huge bear.

But years of combat experience had taught Gerson that it was not just a wild bear, at least, he had never seen a beast in such a place that could not be injured and not die.

A living corpse?

Gerson's brain was racing, he hadn't seen creatures beyond common sense, undead and living corpses had occasionally encountered in his years of mercenary career, but those filthy monsters generally only appeared in cemeteries or battlefields, and most of them were humanoid, and he never thought that there would be living corpses in the form of beasts in this misty forest.

Leaving aside the question of why there were living corpses here, Gerson, who was less than three yards away from the bear, clenched the giant axe in his hand and stared into the other's eyes.

There was no side action, the two sides just confronted each other, and Gerson knew that it was a game.

He was confident that he would slash the bear in the neck with the first axe, but he also knew that the bear could tear his body apart at the same time, and Gerson did not rush to attack, he hoped for the help of his companions.

In the silence of the forest, even the sound of falling snow can be heard clearly.

The light snow that began to fall at some point was now falling in the thick fog, and the cold air penetrated into his body through the snowflakes that fell on his skin, which shook Gerson's spirit.

At this moment, he moved.

The bear's sharp claws cut through the stagnant air, brushing Gerson's face, and Gerson's axe swept over the bear's scarred chest, and the two staggered, Gerson did not stop, he quickly retreated, and distanced himself from the bear.

Yes, Gerson did not make an offensive move at the first time, but made a feint and immediately retreated.

Gerson should be glad that he didn't choose to fight the bear on the spur, because if he did, he would only die.

There was a high-pitched screech in the cold wind, and the next second Gerson retreated, a huge red wyvern swept past where he had been, and if he had been too late, Gerson's head would have been plucked off by the sharp claws of the wyvern and thrown high into the sky.

Sure enough, there was more than one.

A cold sweat broke out on Gerson's back, if it weren't for the fact that the giant bear's actions were too abnormal, he would not have noticed the fact that the other party still had companions, then he must have been in a different place at this moment, and he would have been reduced to a dinner for the beasts.

The failed Wyvern roared in its throat as it perched on the treetops on the bear's side, its heavy body bending its thick branches, and Gerson discovered that the wyvern was a living beast like the bear.

The sharp claws reflected a terrible light, several holes could be seen in the open wings, the abdomen was broken, revealing a few ribs and festering internal organs, and the eyes of the two-legged wyvern shimmered red like those of a giant bear, and those eyes stared at Gerson in a creepy way.

What's more, these two beasts do not seem to be hostile, which makes Gerson quite puzzled, you know, one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, and he has never seen two different kinds of beasts fighting together.

The only explanation was the effects of the corpses, which could have mistaken other creatures for companions, but Gerson was not as skilled at dealing with these dark creatures as the clergy of the Church, and that was only his guess.

Silver middle and lower rank, not much different from himself, compared to why the two beasts cooperated, Gerson was more concerned about whether he could survive their attacks, and quickly judged the strength of the other party from the fight just now, Gerson gasped.

He is a silver top strength, while Petra and Haas are only bronze and injured, and William is a non-combatant who doesn't need to be counted on, this battle seems to be quite difficult.

Just as Gerson was thinking about tactics, another dark shadow suddenly sprang out from the bushes on the other side.

"Be careful!"

Haas's quick eyes pulled William and Petra back to dodge, only to hear a whistling and a black shadow rushed in front of the three of them, raising dirt and snow.

"Three-headed ......"

By the time he saw the shadow entity, Gerson had completely lost his fighting spirit.

It was a wild boar with white fangs, and like the giant bear and the two-legged wyvern, the boar was also covered in festering flesh, and its rotten mouth was slightly open, exhaling a large white breath in the harsh winter, and its eyes were red, staring at the four of them fiercely.

Another silver-level beast!

Three-headed silver, this is a situation that cannot be fought under any circumstances, although Gerson is not a coward, but he also understands the difference between recklessness and bravery, and if he is strong with a weapon now, it is tantamount to sending him to death.

"Haas, Petra, it looks like we're going to split up for our lives."

Gerson said, shifting his steps to escape.

Clicks–

It was then that he heard footsteps.

It was the sound of leather boots stepping on the snow, calm and rhythmic, and according to Gerson's judgment, the opponent should not be weak, not much different from himself.

Could it be Wendland's or Aster's troops? Either way, Gerson could at least be saved, after all, the three living beasts were more like enemies than him.

With a secret joy in his heart, Gerson turned his head to look in the direction where the footsteps came.

However, reality ruthlessly shattered his illusions.

It was a hunter dressed in leather armor, holding a short sword in one hand and a crossbow in the other.

It would have been fine if it had been a hunter in the woods, but the man in front of Gerson was as corrupt as the three-headed beast.

The brown hair was dry and scarce, a hole was broken on one side of the cheek, and yellowed teeth and blood-red tongue could be seen, whether it was the neck or the arms, all the parts exposed to the air had festering abscesses, and the right hand even showed a little white bone, and the whole person was lifeless, only the pair of eyes, burning with crimson flames, looked at Gerson faintly.

A chill crept up Gerson's back.

Four silver.

Gerson had completely given up the intention of fighting, and even in the current situation, it was difficult to even escape, and he stared at the approaching hunter, the blade in his hand was not faded at all due to the decay of his master, and the cold light reflected Gerson's nervous expression.

"Looks like I'm going to confess here today......"

Gerson's palms were drenched in sweat, and just as he tried to find a flaw to escape, a whistle sounded in the forest.

He had heard the whistle before, and he knew that it was usually accompanied by a rain of arrows and endless flames.

It was Aster's whistle.