Nedley hid behind the branches and leaves, held the spear tightly, and the explosive cones were half buried in the dead leaves at her feet. Her pair of emerald-like eyes stared at the tall figure in the forest, blending into the woods.

A tall figure slowly walked into view.

Nedley calmly, carefully looking at the distance between them, while adjusting her hand holding the spear.

Her eyes fell on the weapon in his hand, a bone blade, probably ground from the bones of the dragon lizard, huge enough.

While the hunter was attracted by the movements made by other clowns, she decisively threw her spear.

The spear flew out from a sinister angle, but the hunter was nervous and vigilant. His pupils shrank, and he reflected in an instant, and he waved his arms to knock the spear away. The spear swirled in the air and inserted into the soil obliquely.

Nederi turned his head and ran away, stepping on the dry leaves and making a sound of footsteps.

She knows when to stop and when to attack.

"Little cat, slow down!" He said this in a roaring voice, and chased in the direction of footsteps.

He knew that his prey had no weapons and the threat was greatly reduced, which was a great opportunity to seize her.

The carnivorous beast ran into the grass, but a stinging pain came from his feet, and was then knocked down by a roaring explosion.

The explosion penetrated his keen ears, causing his head to buzz. A warm touch came from one foot, and blood in his body was flowing out, dyeing the fur red.

The explosion cone was actually knocked down by such a clumsy trap!

Experienced hunters immediately realize what they have experienced.

The anger slowly gathered the hunter's consciousness. He knew very well that the lethality of the explosive cone was very limited, which would only make him lame.

But Nederli won't give him a chance to breathe.

Nederli returned and turned into a light cougar pounced on him, sharp claws piercing through the fur of his chest.

The cougar was lying on the chest of the corporeal, avoiding the bloody mouth and pressing his sharp teeth against his throat. In the corporeal's roar, he bit his neck hard and strangled his trachea.

In an instant, blood was seen in the wound.

Whether it is bloodshed or suffocating, it requires a waiting process. The carnivorous beast started a refusal to fight back.

He raised his hand that was holding the bone blade tightly and stabbed at the cougar that Nedri turned into, and grabbed her neck with the other hand, trying to pinch the throat and force her to let go.

Nederi's brothers and sisters rushed up together, and chewed into the strong limbs of the carnivorous beast with their fangs, dragging him down, and pressing his arms with dozens of kilograms of weight.

Bite!

Scratch!

Nearly a hundred scars were added to the body of the carnivorous beast instantly, and the scars were covered with terrible sight.

But what was really fatal was Nederi's biting. She tore hard, bit off the hunter's trachea and died dejectedly.

"Catch you, kitten!"

Without any stop, a big hand suddenly strangled her neck, and a hunter captured her and lifted her into the air.

He grinned at her, his eyes uncovering greed, while Nederi grinned and responded with bloody fangs.

That was the blood of his companion.

The companions of the Carnivorous Beast arrived, and there were three.

One of them grabbed Nederli, and the other two rushed towards the fallen hunter, and the hunting knife in his hand instantly stabbed one of her sisters and nephews to death.

The lion group scattered and roared, fighting with the two hunters, but after one attack, the price of one death and one injury was only exchanged for a few insignificant claw marks on the hunter's thigh.

Nederi let out a painful roar, and the lions immediately ran around. She couldn't bear to see her family casualties, so she could only let them abandon themselves and leave.

"Shut up!"

The hunter stretched his claws into her mouth, and Nederi bit off suddenly, but was quickly avoided by the former.

The second time he pressed her head with his hand, and then, like a veterinarian treating a cat, he spread her mouth open and fiddled with her fangs with his fingers.

He smiled again: "Your teeth are so sharp and smooth. It's so great to pick one and add it to the necklace."

But he immediately turned his face and said, "But this is too wasteful. I want to guarantee your integrity. I will make you my best spoil!"

The other two hunters investigated their companions' injuries and let out a series of roars and howls.

Needri could understand their voice because everyone was Vastaya.

"Relph is dead, too."

"For such a trophy that is not enough, we lost two strong hunters! This is more shameful than returning empty-handed! Pongaff will be angry!"

"It's three! She also killed one of the same clan before."

"I have to find a way to make up for those cougars that left scars on Relf's body, don't even think of running away! I'm going to make a whole necklace with their fangs!"

Nederi was furious when she heard this, but she could do nothing.

She couldn't even protect herself, so how could she save her family?

"I'll get her out before going." said the hunter who captured Nedri.

After ending the pain of his companions, two corporeal hunters chased the lions in different directions, while Nederi and the last hunter were alone.

"Now we are the only one left, kitten." He pressed her under the tree, took out a knife with a grin, and his beards trembled with the movement of the muscles in his mouth.

Nederi did not respond. He pinched her neck hard and roared at close range with a roar that could almost shock people: "Change me!"

He had the same idea to kill Nederley the moment he transformed, in order to harvest a deformed but strange spoil.

But Nederi didn't want him to do what he wanted, gritted his teeth and endured the pain of being strangled by the huge force of his throat.

"You think I can't do anything if I don't want to change? The shape changer will change back to the original form after death. Let me see where you are."

As he said, it stretched the knife towards the artery of the cougar.

Dear!

The back of the head hurts, and the hunter reaches out and grabs the back of the head with thick mane.

Only a sound of wings flapping was heard, a bird was chirping away from his hands, holding a mane in his mouth.

"It turned out to be a broken bird." The hunter looked up at the bird flying up to the treetops, ignored it, and turned his eyes back to the clown.

He stretched out the knife again, but this time, he felt something was wrong.

When he saw the cougar's eyes frozen instantly, a cruel figure was reflected on the smooth surface of the knife.

From above.

A grim face.

Strange, but inexplicably familiar.

Which kind of similar is this?

He raised his head, and the figure jumped down from the branch, spreading his sharp claws.

At this moment, he saw the other person's face clearly, strange and familiar.

He remembered it.

——This is clearly himself!

"Catch you, little cat!"

Another he let out a deafening roar, pounced him from a height, and then teared his throat with his claws.

His breath leaked, his throat choked, his eyes wide open, and his confusion.

"who……?"

He died without his eyes closed!
Chapter completed!