At the end of that clear, dull end, the white dove seemed to wake up, and she clung to the thick ancient pine edge, tugged at the silver belt of the man in front of her, and closed her eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Kenny tightened his grip on the Ugon sword, and with his keen eye, he swept over the dense trees, occasionally looking back at the white dove behind him. "You're in trouble. He whispered, but there was no reproach in his words.

"I want to get out of here..... she murmured, "we'll run now, it's going to be too late, right?"

"That will only make us die faster!" he squeezed the white dove's shoulder, "listen, wait for it to come later, I will attract its attention, and you will run out of the forest, and promise me that no matter what you hear, do not look back." ”

"But—"

"No but. He quickly interrupted her.

"But if what I hear is—"

"No what ifs!" he interrupted again, his tone nondeniable. "I know what you're trying to say, I want you to promise me now, don't look back. ”

"Okay, I'..... I promise you. ”

In the distance, there was a rhythmic dull sound, like four feet on the soft earth, and the weeping branches of the pine trees and the leaves of the wild fruit trees made strange noises, and the rustling sound rose and fell, and when they disappeared, only two overlapping gasps could be heard in the forest, and when they appeared, the earth seemed to tremble.

Time suddenly slowed down, and every second was accompanied by the heartbeats of the two of them.

After a few more moments, the footsteps and rustling became very clear, and the thing seemed to be a hundred paces away, crouching heavily behind some tree. Or, it hears a human heartbeat.

Kenny felt something get into his silver boots and bite his toes through his clothes, a tingling sensation turning into a swelling pain, and he moved his toes in an attempt to crush the pesky little ones.

'God, don't come to both ends. He thought.

"Nameless, me, my feet are weak....." The white dove suddenly hugged him.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. He turned his head in relief.

The footsteps seemed to stop again. But Kenny heard that something had stopped forty or fifty paces away, and that there seemed to be something hidden behind a thick banyan tree not far away, but he had no choice but to wait.

After a moment's pause, the rustle sounded again, more clearly than before, and he firmly covered the black steel sword, let go of the hand that was holding the white pigeon's shoulder, and completely turned his body in the direction of the behemoth.

Suddenly, he felt a chill down his spine when he heard a rustle of leaves above his head, a violent gust of wind blowing behind him, and at the same time, the wind brought the scent of humans to the guy hiding behind the tree.

Kenny turned his head, winked at the dove, motioned for her to stay, and then boldly, turned his head sideways, and left the ancient pine where he was hidden, his eyes fixed on the large banyan tree.

The footsteps were getting closer, heavy and clear, and a distinctive smell crept into his nostrils, which Kenny seemed to smell but couldn't remember where. As he pondered, he suddenly noticed that the beast had already exposed half of its body, and its body was black and strong.

"White dove! run! fast—"

The black bear let out a rapid roar, which reached the ears of the white dove along with his voice. The next second, she pulled her legs and ran to the place behind her where there was light.

Kenny, meanwhile, with his sword in his hand, moved quickly between the trees and the bushes, howling in his mouth in an attempt to keep the brute on his radar. But he seemed to underestimate the hulking brute, and when he made his way through a tight row of trees, he was horrified to find that the creature had stopped in sight.

In an instant, Kenny rolled over and threw himself behind a small bush, dodging a fatal impact, followed by two muffled noises behind him. He looked back and saw that the beast had turned.

A terrible roar shook the forest, and with an earthquake of galloping and stampeding, it trampled down bushes one bush after another.

Kenny focused his attention, dodging sideways like lightning as he raised his sword as the black bear let out a heart-shattering roar.

After a successful blow, Kenny regained some confidence as he retreated behind the two tightly packed tree poles, peering through the gaps to observe the behemoth and contemplate his next steps.

The beast was also completely enraged by this time, and the python-like red tongue drooped under its chin, a foot long, with its barbs clearly visible, and it stared at the human in front of it with its small dark brown eyes, and occasionally let out a defiant chirp.

But after a few seconds of silence, the black thing rushed again, and in an instant it was in front of the hunter. It stumbled deftly in front of the two tree poles, then raised its front paws high and pounced on the sword-wielding human.

Kenny immediately crossed his saber across his chest, trying to fend off the blow.

The black bear gripped the sharp blade of the sword, and the pain caused it to let out a creepy roar, but instead of letting go of the thing that had stinged it, it widened its eyes and shook it vigorously with its two front paws, as if trying to remove the weapon that stood in its way from the enemy.

Kenny knew that if he continued like this, his strength would be exhausted before the black bear fell down, and if he fell, the enraged big guy in front of him would definitely tear himself to pieces and eat it. Therefore, he mustered all his strength, gritted his teeth, spread his legs, and bent his broad back like the longbow behind his back, so that his center of gravity would not be lifted up by the enemy and thrown to the air.

"Hey, big guy!!I'll cut off your head!!!" he roared, gripping the black steel sword very tightly, as if he were holding his own life.

The black bear responded with a dull roar, an unimaginable stench erupting from the bloody jaw and burrowing directly into his nose.

It continued to increase the strength of its front paws, unaware that the sharp blade was embedded deep in its skin.

At that moment, Kenny suddenly heard some kind of rhythmic dull sound behind him, very similar to the footsteps of the big guy in front of him, and it was heavier and clearer, as if it were right behind him.

He immediately turned around and saw another, larger black bear rushing towards him like a siege vehicle on a four-horse leash, its strong limbs stomping on the ground, and as the distance approached, Kenny felt as if there was an earthquake under his feet.

Horror and despair crept into his mind at the same time, and after a brief thought, he let go of the black steel sword and turned and rushed towards the edge of the forest.

As he ran, the black bear almost ran over his heels, and he tried his best to take advantage of his size, weaving through the tightly packed trees, but the big guy behind him seemed to be more dexterous.

It was getting closer, so close that he could even feel a snort coming from the back of his neck and a foul stench coming from the bloody mouth.

Suddenly, Kenny feels a foot stumbling over a pine root, and he lunges forward, a massive force slapping on the back of the head.

The next second, he was lying on the wet and cold moss and fallen leaves in the wetland, his head swollen and painful, his eyes blackened, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

A second before closing his eyes, a voice sounded in his ears, familiar and a little unfamiliar.