The mortal threat is imminent, and Blade must take measures to save his life that has not been used in his good years, so that it can enter the prime of life, but it does not want to simply hang up, it is too embarrassing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the prime of life, it is the peak of the stalker's physical functioning in his life, and it proves its luck in its early years (you know, even the stalker, a creature at the top of the food chain, has a high rate of infant death, without the care of his parents, without the cover of his companions, and survives alone in a dangerous forest, luck is more important than anything else), and in his youth he showed his hunting skills, accumulated experience in fighting, and defeated the old stalkers who once occupied the place in his youth, The allocation of this forest as its own territory and hunting ground is a sign that as a stalker, it has all the rights of a true tyrant creature, it is the ruler of the forest, and the whole forest creature is its prey and a resource to be enjoyed at will, and this is the true meaning of "tyrant".

Now that it had just entered its prime, it would last at least three years before it began to decline, and it should have spent its golden time without any worries or scruples, until one day ten or eight years later, when it was defeated by its own juniors, and its scarred old body stopped turning its steam core on some dry or cold earth, and its blade, a stalker's short but unbridled life came to an end.

But it's far from old! Its glory has just begun, is this the end of it?

That's not it! It's not the life you want!

…… So what should it do now, it's going to hang up anyway and take advantage of the heat...... Bah! I mean, go to the forest for one last madness?

Or do you wait quietly for the time of death to approach?

Neither!

The blade rose from the ground and looked to the far north, from the ancient and distant depths of its subconscious, where it knew that there were towering mountain peaks, snow that never melted all year round, and even distant ice caps that crushed everything. Don't ask it why, it just knows.

Staying in the forest is certain to die, that's for sure, it's not that the stalker has been parasitized by the Thorn Guard, or that he has not been oppressed by the air bag. Blades knew what was going on, and the stalkers either died from festering wounds due to long-term compression of the air sacs and poor circulation, or slowly suffocated from the lack of oxygen supply.

It can imagine the scene, every day you get less oxygen than yesterday, you gradually lose the ability to run, you gradually lose the strength to swing the knife, and gradually become frustrated by hunger...... Then you don't even have the strength to get up, the oxygen is getting less and less every day, you are half-asleep every day, and you are in the abyss of despair for a long time - and what is even more tragic is that not a single creature dares to attack a tyrant life, and they will never strike unless they are sure that you are really dead. The long years have taught them a fear of tyrants, for even a high-ranking lord can hardly withstand the death of a tyrant.

You will die slowly, in boundless fear.

Imagining that ending, Blade felt like thousands of muscles trembling all over his body. In the eyes of other creatures, the body of the tiger chasing the giant beast was another shock, then a second shock, and a third shock......

Fortunately, though, the blade didn't have this kind of death, and by the time the Thorn Guardian broke through its muscles and tore the air bags, it was probably already dead, and compared to the previous death, the blade felt that this was still more acceptable.

…… Of course, it's best not to die.

But if it's all death anyway, why don't you go to the north and have a look?

Take a look at the green hills and the beasts of the rushing tundra...... Why not?

Besides, the forest does not give it a chance to survive, so what about the north, and the north does not have either? Blade felt its body suddenly heat up, and it thought it probably wasn't the Thorn Guard's cause.

It looked to the north, and although the boundless forest sea obscured its vision, it seemed to have vaguely seen the beauty of the northland: it was a world of mountain dancing silver snakes, the original Chi wax figures, and it couldn't wait.

The blade is unlike any other stalker, and even it knows it.

Maybe it's because his genetic chain has gone wrong, or maybe it's just because he was born at the wrong time, and he doesn't fit in with the other hunters, but of course, Blade prefers to call himself unique or stand out from the crowd.

It loves to explore, to try the unknown, to try creatures that are not normally included in a stalker's diet, or to learn how to fish with a fisherman's arm stretched out...... In the eyes of other stalkers, this guy can only be described in four words: Mader Staff!

Blade himself doesn't think so: if the insects live a three-point-one-line life of predation, sleeping, and being in a daze like this, it would be too boring, right?

It goes fishing, picks tree bark, and even makes splits, all of which are reasons. But it still didn't dare to step out of the forest.

Loving the unknown does not mean that there is no fear of the unknown, and if you do that, you will not be able to live to the prime of life. But this Thorn Guardian crisis has made it determined.

Let's go! Let's go!

Although it is said that time is money, and wasting time is wasting money = showing off wealth, but the blade does not have the idea of being a time tyrant, and his time has been seriously depreciated.

You never know what the world will surprise you as you explore. This is the truth that the blade himself has been pondering for three or four years before he realizes.

And so, on an uneventful morning, before the morning fog had lifted, the animals that lived near the hunter's den were astonished to find that their ruler, the incomparable beast, had silently melted into the sunlight like dew on a leaf, and had evaporated, and they did not even know when the blade had left.

The departure of the supreme predator caused a storm that swept through the forest, and the high lord began to divide the territory left by the blade, which was the area of rivers and lakes directly controlled by the blade, and these rich hunting grounds were not allowed to enter the predators above the lord level while the blade was still there, while the blade could run rampant all over the forest...... Hawkers, that's the truth in nature, my fist is big, all mine is mine, and yours is mine. Now, as soon as the blade leaves, these hunting grounds are suddenly caught in the frenzy of high-level lords grabbing territory. Dust and roar flew together, blood and limbs danced together, as if the whole forest was in turmoil, this was a great reshuffle of resources, and I don't know how long it will take to calm down.

It may not be long before the neighboring tyrant-level creatures will also get the news of the disappearance of the ruler here, and then there will be another big riot.

And what about the blades? Where is the blade that patted the ass and left the scene in style?