Another call came. Asa knew that the pursuers were torturing the woman. This is the method that the race uses to hunt humans.

If he turns around and runs to save someone, he falls into this stupid trap, and the result is that the heads of both of them together become ornaments of some orc tribe.

The waters of the Dono's River poured quickly and gently eastward, and the faint waves seemed to beckon him.

Come on, come on, jump in and be safe, although you will be sad and guilty, but at least you will live. After a few years, maybe you will be indifferent to this matter, and you will use it as a material for small talk with your friends at the wine table, and you will not forget it for a few years, then you will definitely forget it for decades.

Maybe you can also use this grief as motivation to become a general in a few years, lead an army, and avenge this woman by sweeping away all the orcs on the continent,......

A third scream came, faint enough to seem like it was just a hallucination of worry.

Asa cursed aloud the most vicious curse he knew, and turned and ran wildly in the way he came, while letting out a roar as best he could, telling the stalker that his foolish trap had worked as well as he had hoped.

Then, in less than ten minutes, after running wildly, Asa saw the pursuer and the woman he had caught.

Her neck-length black hair fell from her cloak, blurring her anguished expression. The flesh of her right hand was blurryly twisted in the form of a dead vine, and not an inch of her bones was intact. It's not a one-time injury, it's a break in one place and then another until there's no more place to start.

Assalo was relieved, and apart from this hand, it was not clear where she had been mortally injured for the time being. She was just lifted in the air by her pursuers like a chick to be slaughtered, a faint moan coming from her mouth, her voice staccato and her voice staccato as if she could be choked off by the claws pinching her neck at any moment.

Following the hairy claw, Asa saw for the first time in broad daylight at such a close distance the orc who had been chasing him for three days.

A foot taller than him, a huge figure half as wide, with brown fur covering his body, towering ears, yellow pupils, a narrow mouth, and a dog-like head, this is a werewolf. The proportions of its body parts are about the same as those of a human, but the perfect curve of its muscles and bones shows that the strength and agility contained in this body are beyond the reach of humans.

The werewolf was wearing a special leather armor, and the meteor hammer on the ground that had shattered the heads of more than a dozen of Asa's colleagues was obviously also specially made, and humans and dwarves could not use such a huge weapon. The terrifying armament complemented his body well enough for him to deal with an entire squad of soldiers on his own.

But this werewolf doesn't look so imposing and dangerous, and can even be said to be a little embarrassed. The hair on his left arm had clotted with blood, and the wound on it was bleeding slowly. The Ankka Rapier does not diminish its lethality because it cannot be used for slashing, its unique blade will tear all the surrounding blood vessels and tissues apart as soon as it spins after piercing the body, and the slender blade is forged from the best dwarven alloy, and can even pierce bones.

There is a charred black mass on the back of the left claw, and you can see the burnt and exploded muscles, and the surrounding fur has been burned, which is the trace of the fireball technique. The slightest scorch of the fur on his head showed that it was a fireball shot at his face, which he had blocked with his hand before he had time to dodge. The timing of this fireball must have been very good.

If you deal with the stalker with the woman, the odds are actually very good...... Asa felt great remorse. Now it can only be a full fight, there should still be hope, after all, the stalker's left arm is already ......

The pursuer let out a grunt, opened his mouth, bared his sharp teeth, and moved his shoulders. Asa didn't understand the meaning of the expression, but he could clearly see the muscles on the woman's claw bulging.

The prey has come, the purpose has been achieved, and the bait is naturally useless.

"Stop!" Asa let out a hoarse cry and rushed towards the pursuers.

"Gle", the crisp sound of bones breaking, Asa couldn't tell if it came from the woman's neck or his own body. His overrun legs were no longer strong enough to dodge in the middle of the rush, and Asa watched almost as the pursuer landed his foot on his chest with such precision that he flew out like a scarecrow and slammed into a tree. The knife in his hand also plunged into the tree.

Asa shrunk like a shrimp, blood and spit spilling from his mouth and nose. Several ribs were broken, but fortunately they had not been inserted into the internal organs. There seemed to be countless brute bulls in the chest cavity rushing left and right, squeezing out all other sensations except pain, and they couldn't even exhale.

It's really an unenjoyable end. Seeing that the prey that had put so much effort into him in the past three days was so vulnerable, the pursuer thought disappointedly. Originally, he was hoping to end it with a good fight.

When he spotted the obvious footprints and smell next to the campfire this morning, he was sure it was a trap. How could this cunning prey seem to show his whereabouts on purpose? So he chased another line of footprints that didn't seem to look like it. When he found that his judgment had been wrong again, and that he had been deceived by the tricks of this prey, he was completely disillusioned by surprise and annoyance.

And the combat power of this other human was even more unexpected, and he was almost blown up in the face by a fireball. Fortunately, this human being is also very fragile, and after being broken by himself, he immediately lost his combat effectiveness due to severe pain.

After all, it turned out to be their own victory. Very successful in luring the escaped prey over, and now you can walk over and easily twist your head off.

No, it doesn't have to be so fast. Savor the process and see what the human would do when he knew he was coming to an end, and it was a fun ending.

Or do you want to play a trick at the end? or do you want to huddle up and cry out some unknown wails? It's better not to come to this, I'm tired of watching it.

Asa finally took a breath, and the ribs in his chest were like knives stuck in them, and he kept twitching up and down as he breathed. He reluctantly looked up at the knife stuck in the tree, and the white slurry secreted from the tree was already dripping all over the blade.

He recognized the tree, whose thin, straight roots once reminded him of an almost shameless remark. Now he remembered again, and looked at the woman who had fallen to the ground and was no longer moaning, and a force of grief and anger supported him to his feet, and pulled the knife from the trunk of the tree. With all the strength in his body, he lifted the knife and rushed forward.

The pursuer looked at the oncoming prey almost with a pitiful attitude. This slow, obvious movement like a turtle is your last struggle, and you can even see the throbbing of your muscles and the twisting of your movements due to pain, and you can see when and how hard the knife is falling and where.

The pursuer raised the handle of the meteor hammer in his hand and blocked the knife without deviation, with a loud sound of metal intersecting. As expected, the knife and hand were bounced away, and the body was shaken back, and the empty door between the chest and abdomen was wide open, and the claws could be pulled out of the hot heart as long as they were pulled in from underneath.

It's just that the pursuers didn't anticipate a detail that seemed inconsequential. The sap stuck to the knife turned into countless droplets under the strong vibration, splashing into the eyes of the pursuers and the wet nose.

It wasn't tree sap, it was a thousand knives that had been hardened with poison and covered with barbs and burned red. The stalker let out a long, mournful cry that he hadn't even heard.

The whole world was replaced by this pain. The vision was first a red and then completely blackened, the nose was gone, there was nothing but pain, and even the ears could only hear their own screams. Then the only remaining bodily sensation immediately saw that something cold had been stuffed into the body from the lower abdomen and reached the chest, and it was not very strenuous, but it was very resolute to squeeze its place from the middle of the internal organs that had been arranged in a neat order.

A fear that could even hide the pain swarmed, and the stalker subconsciously grasped something under his lower abdomen, using all his strength and fear. Then he heard another scream, which was no less than his own.

Asa also couldn't hear the sound of his wrist bones shattering into pieces, only the countless bone fragments running rampant between the muscles and blood vessels, and protruding from his skin. He didn't use his strength, he didn't have the slightest strength for a long time, he bent his knee and pushed it against the hilt with this huge sting. The elastic cracking sensation of the heart muscle comes from the hilt.

The pursuer suddenly stopped calling and clutched his chest so hard that the sharp tips of his claws penetrated through his leather armor into his fur, as if trying to bring the cracked thing back to its original shape. But after a few steps, he collapsed with a bang.

Asa clutched his left hand and knelt on the ground, wailing and gasping for breath for a few moments before he could get to his feet.

It's all over.

No, not yet. Don't linger too long, as the smell of a pursuer's carcass will attract a whole bunch of lizards. I'm too weak to let those ugly scavengers fish and meat, and I hope that the woman has some more useful healing pills in her bag, or high-end goods like that water purification charm.

Asa staggered over. Looking at the woman's pale face, which was once so beautiful with a smile, and in a long time, it will become the same food as the corpse of the werewolf over there to the mouths of those ugly animals.

I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Asa knelt in front of her in agony. Suddenly he saw that his lips seemed to move, and he thought it was his hallucination, but then he immediately heard a moan, more powerful than his own.