Maybe it's something tasty.

Rengar gripped his sword in one hand, and the mane flicked back and forth, trying to knock him down. In the other hand, Rengar grabbed a knife and plunged it into the thick skin again and again.

He knew that he wouldn't kill the beast, but it would bleed and throw it into chaos.

If you're lucky, you can scare it.

The mane rolled with its head down, and it still had Rengar on it. Looking at the beast's shape, Rengar had estimated that it would not be too fast, but the beast was more athletic than he expected. He barely drew his sword and jumped away.

Now, the two sides are standing still. Blood flowed down the scales of the maned beast's body, and every wound was visible to the bone. However, this layer of scales is both a powerful layer of armor and sharp enough to be used as a weapon. The maned beast circled around Rengar, its nose fluttering, sniffing incessantly. Rengar knew that he couldn't kill it head-on,

It's too big, too fast, too strong.

The countless scars in his life have taught Rengar the secret of hunting. However, the secret is not to be strong, but to know when to stop and when to attack.

Now, it's time to stop.

He ran quickly towards the tall grass that surrounded the village. The mane-mane beast followed, its steps thunderous, as if it were right in the ears of Rengar. He would soon be able to burrow into the grass, but the beast would be able to catch him first.

He just needed a little more time.

That one-eyed Vastaya must have been delicious. There's only one thing that's tastier than a baby animal, and that's the guy who wants to kill you.

Crush that cat-like creature and eat it? No, no, no, it's better to just swallow him alive and feel his struggles disappear little by little - ah, what a delicious!

Rip off his jaw and take a bite to feel the warm blood spurt out

I tripped and fell to the ground. How so?

What kind of weapon is that? Three balls tied up with rope, wrapped around the legs?

It's really bad.

It makes no difference. It's easy to break free. But the kitten was gone. There was only the rustle of grass. He's over there.

Follow him, the little kitten, and he's scared out of his heart.

I'm strong, and I'm a fast runner.

If necessary, you can step on all the grass.

It hurts a little.

Something hot on my hind legs. Where did it come from?

The kitten disappeared and ran away again.

It started to hurt again, and it hurt more and more inside. It's annoying. But that's okay, it's just annoying.

You have to run, the direction doesn't matter, just stay away from him. Take a break, take a break.

I'll have to turn my head and see. What about the Vastayas? Maybe they ran away, maybe they were hiding somewhere waiting for me.

Now, here comes the best part. Rengar hid in the grass, and the mane couldn't see him. He hunted cautiously, but not wise enough to be afraid.

There was a moment of silence in the air before the hunt. The desperation of the prey, the wails of pain, the blood, the adrenaline and the joy are all about to come.

Rengar raised his head and roared.

Where did that howl come from? It sounds like it's all over the place. Neither anger nor fear.

It's excitement.

It's getting closer.

Not good, mistaken. exposed. Run, run back.

Out of breath, what's going on?

The wound was on the side, deeper than it felt, and the throat was a little wet and about to suffocate. Bleeding.

Come on.

Where is the village? This side? No, the other side?

The Vastayas were still howling, getting closer.

Gotta run, no matter where it goes. get

It was as if something metallic flashed. A cool breeze blows through the belly.

No, it's inside the stomach.

I feel a lot lighter. It was as if something wet and heavy had smashed on the ground. There are more and more wet and heavy things.

Looking back, the viscera, the liquid. Red, green, sprinkled all the way.

Ah, it hurts! It's like a pinprick, it hurts so much that it's going to twitch, it hurts so much. All over the body.

I can't stand up, I can't straighten my legs. Dyspnea. There are footsteps.

There was the sound of a knife coming out of its sheath.

I felt something new, and it seemed to be very bad. Not hunger, not anger, not happiness.

Afraid.

Rengar walked over to the maned beast lying on its back. The beast's legs were still kicking in the air, blood pouring out of the massive wound in his belly. Its eyes widened.

What is he going to do for the trophies this time?

The beast held its head high, its jaws closed one by one, as if it were biting at the air, and I don't know whether it was angry or confused.

Rengar smiled. The beast's teeth were sharp and smooth.

It couldn't be better to pick one on his necklace.

Rengarh of Vastaya is a ferocious hunter. His life is all about the thrill of hunting dangerous creatures. He searched the whole world in search of the most terrible beasts, especially any trace of Kazik. The beast from the void had blinded one of his eyes. Rengar pursues prey, not for prey or glory, but for the intense pleasure of pure hunting.

Reyngar was born into a tribe of flesh-toothed beasts in Vastaya, located in Shurima. This tribe is a tribal that celebrates hunting and is proud of its high level of hunting. Rengar was the youngest son of the tribal chieftain Pongaf. He was born skinny by nature, so Poengaf didn't think he could possibly be a worthy hunter. He abandoned Rengar and left him to fend for himself.

In the end, the young Rengar escaped from the Horde's camp. His father's abandonment was both disappointing and humiliating. He survived on bugs and plants for weeks, until one day he was nearly killed by a legendary hunter named Malcon. Seeing the pitiful appearance of Rengar, Malcon sympathized with his plight and spared him a way out. On the other hand, Malcon did not believe that any Vastaya was worthy of his prey.

For months, Rengar followed Malcon, feeding on the carcasses of the prey he had killed. Rengar still had in his mind that he would one day return to the Horde. So, he's also keeping an eye out for how Malcon hunts.

After a while, Malcon grew tired of the poor flesh-toothed beast following him. He pulled out a knife and put it around Rengar's neck, telling him that the only way to become a hunter was to hunt. He threw a sword at Rengar and kicked him down the ravine, forcing him to complete his first kill in order to protect himself.

Since then, Rengar has been hunting for years, pushing himself to the limit. He traveled all over Shurima and carried out all kinds of difficult and dangerous hunts.