The angry Wasteland Bear shook its body, and its movements could clearly see the layers of swaying fat on its body, as well as the snow-white fur flowing like mercury. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info and when it turned its head sideways and stared directly at Hiko, who was almost glued to the wall, with scarlet eyes, it was almost certain that it was ready to attack.

It just had some scruples, scruples about the weapon in Hiko's hand that had been stained with its blood. Although it was already quite sure, it was impossible for Hiko's current Hiko to have any more power to fight back. But feedback from the beast's keen intuition told it that Hiko's current time was even more dangerous than before.

The fiercest struggles often come from the prey that fights back to the death, and this is the conclusion that the Wasteland Bear has achieved with blood. So it's very cautious now, and it's even a little too cautious. And that gave Hikoko a chance to breathe.

He seized the moment to regain his strength, and then moved the muscles on his shoulders and back vigorously to free himself from the awkward state of being stuck on the wall. If you want to fight, you can't be so passive, and if you continue to stick to the wall, it will only become dinner in this guy's mouth.

Hiko's actions had clearly made the slightly injured Wasteland Bear aware of something, and it didn't want Hiko's respite. So it immediately roared and rushed towards Hiko.

Although there is still a huge gap in size with an adult wasteland bear, for the current Hiko, this guy is already an out-and-out behemoth. So when it rushed towards him with a fierce voice, Hiko had to admit that he was frightened.

He didn't know how to move his feet anymore. His heart began to beat wildly, and the adrenaline rushed with it, and at this moment everything seemed to stand still in his eyes. He could even feel the air whistling through his body, feeling a strong smell and a scorching heat closing in on him.

At this moment, his senses had become extremely sharp, and it seemed that everything was reflected by him on his mind. Of course, the Wasteland Bear that was galloping towards him would be no exception.

He could see every twist of the joints of the massive beast's body, every tremor of the muscles. You can feel every bit of power in it, and all of its intent to attack. Such a keen nature also requires his 100% decisiveness. In this moment of life and death, Hiko did not hesitate, and quickly stabbed the sword in his hand at the wasteland bear with his mouth wide open.

He sensed it very well that this wasteland bear had extremely strong defenses, so strong that it was impossible for him to even rely on such a weapon to penetrate its body and end its life. So if you want to deal with it, you have to attack the place where it can't be defended, such as the throat.

A sword pierced its throat, digging its blade deep into its guts straight from its mouth, and only then could he defeat such a ferocious beast. But just thinking about it shows how difficult it really is to do so. You know, this isn't some fancy show that has been demonstrated in advance, but a real fighting attack. Whether it will succeed or not, Hiko is not sure at all.

However, he had no choice but to do so. Putting life and death on the scale of fate, he has blocked everything for himself.

The cold blade stabbed at the Wasteland Bear's throat as expected, at this time. Yan shaved away all his distractions, which made his hand holding the sword very steady, without even the slightest tremor. And in the same way, his speed is also very fast, almost can be described as electric flint.

But how much fighting can a young man have, especially when faced with such a ferocious beast. As you can imagine, in the next instant, all his movements were stopped.

At the last moment, the rushing wasteland bear directly closed its mouth, bit the sharp sword that Yan stabbed over, and then shook its huge head vigorously.

Its strong neck muscles allowed it to immediately defeat Hiko's meager resistance and occupy an absolute advantage. With just a few flicks of his head, it made Hiko's thin body directly lose its balance, and as soon as he lost his balance, Hiko's last combat strength was almost equivalent to losing his last combat effectiveness. Unwilling to let go of the sword in his hand, Hiko's body was forced to be thrown around like a doll. And looking at such a thing that kept flying in front of him, the irascible wasteland bear directly waved his bear paw and slapped it on Hiko's chest.

Its thick paws erupted with great power in an instant, and this power immediately made Hikoku clearly hear the crackling sound coming from his chest. His bones were overwhelmed, and he could even feel some of the broken bones stinging his guts. And that's not all, the sharp hook claws on the bear's paws directly tore through the meager protection on Hiko's body, causing the muscles on his chest to roll over completely.

The blood began to flow uncontrollably, and the strength in his body immediately drained away. And with the loss of strength, he can no longer hold the sword in his hand. Hiko, who had lost his weapon, was nothing more than a cub with no power to resist in the eyes of the Wasteland Bear, so the Wasteland Bear immediately slapped him with a backhand and slapped him out again.

This time, Hikoko had no strength to resist. He had been able to do everything a twelve-year-old could do. For him, this enemy was too strong. It's so powerful that it's not at all what he can handle.

So in this case, he has foreseen the end of himself. And in the face of such a thing, he could only sigh and silently choose to accept it.

Although he is unwilling, he has no other way to deal with this kind of thing that has been struggled but has no results. The flow of blood had taken away most of the strength in his body, not to mention resisting, and now even his vision began to blur.

Everything became dim in his eyes, and at this time, even if he tried his best, he could only see a faint black shadow approaching him.

Is it all about to end? With this question, he could no longer control his consciousness and began to gradually become depressed. And just when he was in a daze, and his whole body was about to wake up, it became the dinner of this big bear. A loud shout came.

It was a thunderous sound, and with such a sound. A tall black shadow rushed in. In a trance, Hiko even felt that the black shadow that rushed in actually coincided with the existence in his dream. He struggled to stretch out his hand to the black shadow, but he had completely lost his strength, and he could only reach halfway through his hand and completely fall into the dark abyss.

Is this death? With this question in mind, Hiko completely lost his consciousness. And when he woke up again, it was a long time later.

The flames on the fire pit were blazing, and a cauldron was boiling something on top of it, allowing the strong fragrance to spill through the whole hut along the churning white mist. Hikoya was awakened by the smell of this food.

And as soon as he woke up, the first thing he felt was a sharp pain in his chest. In particular, the muscle tremors caused by hunger in his abdomen made him feel the burning pain of the flames in his chest.

The pain made him moan involuntarily, and as soon as he made a sound, a tall and majestic man appeared beside him.

"How do you feel, are you feeling better?"

This tall man has an unbelievably strong body, and even when he is half-crouched in front of Hiko's bed, the shadow reflected by his hill-like size firmly envelops Hiko.

Hiko, who had just woken up, had obviously not yet adapted to the light in front of him, so when he suddenly heard the voice, he couldn't help but feel nervous. But it wasn't until he saw the man's serious, cold, dirty face that he let out a long breath. He said to the man in a weak tone.

"Old man, it's you. It scared me to death, I thought I would enter the resting place of the ancestors before you!"

Hearing Hiko's words, the cold face on the tall man's face twitched obviously. Then he opened his mouth to Yan hard.

"Don't talk nonsense, little bunny. You are not yet a warrior, and you are not qualified to enter the resting place of your ancestors!"

"Hey, old man, don't you see? The big bear! It has the scars I left on it. It was a wound that I had worked so hard to make, don't you think it's remarkable that I did it when I was twelve?"

"Hiko!" the tall man suddenly called out in a deep voice, but his voice immediately made Hiko, whose face was a little pale due to emotion, instantly lose his voice. And looking at his appearance, the man sighed and stretched out his big hand to cover Hiko's head.

"You've done a great job, Hiko. But you should understand that you can't be a qualified Nord fighter, so give up. Being a good forger, you can earn the respect of others above Arest, can't you?

Hearing this, Hiko's chest immediately became a wall, and a contradiction that wanted to shout and scream but couldn't make any sound after opening his mouth appeared on him, making his face instantly change from pale to dark red, and then back to pale color.

Of course, he understood why his father would say this, why he would so disapprove of him becoming a warrior. Because if you want to be a warrior, his physique is too bad.

Nords of his age generally have the size of ordinary humans after they reach adulthood, and by the time they are fifteen or sixteen years old, they can grow to the level that ordinary humans can only hope for. And that's why the Arestians are the most feared warrior race in the world.

A full-grown Nord man has a terrifying height of two hundred and thirty centimeters in height alone, and they still possess a strong body and agility commensurate with this height. Coupled with the physique and perseverance they have cultivated in the bitter cold of the icy plateau, this is enough to make them the trump card among the warriors, the most elite race of terrifying warriors.

However, Hikoko is not in this ranks. As a half-breed Nord, his thin body made him lose the possibility of being a qualified Nord warrior directly. Even because he was too thin, his father was worried that he would not be able to stick to even the basic training. And such a person, for the Nords, is actually already a waste.

Although Yan also understands this kind of talent, he can't accept it. The last few years of his life made him really unable to accept that he was still a wasted person after he was given a new life. Even if no one says anything about him, he himself can't pass that level psychologically.

Being a wasted person, it's really not as happy as dying. Thinking of this, Hiko clenched his palms hard, and pinched the joints of his bones with a crackling sound. It wasn't until a moment later that he jerked his head up and said this to his father.

"Old man, I'm not convinced!"