The messy trails stretched deeper into the forest, and along the marks left by the hunter, Winters rode his horse to chase.

The further he moved, the more uneasy and manic the Red Mane became. He bit the iron chew hard, shook his head left and right to resist the rider's instructions, forcing Winters to use greater power to control the horse's bridle.

The flash of sunkens on the mud attracted Winters' attention. He immediately pulled the reins, raised the red-maned front hooves high, rushed forward for a short period before stopping.

Winters rushed back to the quagmire he had just passed, and he confirmed that what he saw was right. It was not an ordinary pit, but a claw print.

Since the beginning of the beast disaster, Winters followed Ralph to search the mountains and forests again and again, and I don’t know how many beast foot marks, bears, wolves, deer, deer, foxes, and rabbits he saw... He was almost a self-taught hunter.

But the claw print in front of him is different from any beast foot print he had seen in this forest before. It is a strange claw print, but it is also a familiar claw print.

That's right, he was inexplicably familiar with the shape of this claw print, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind, not in Langtun, not in Paratu, not in Tanirian Islands, he had seen such claw marks, but in Hailan his home... This was the claw marks of a cat.

One palm has four petals, with toes but no claws, and the little general's claw prints look like this. Winters has seen it countless times.

But the cat's claw mark is not the size of a thumb, and the "cat claw mark" in front of him is so large that it can accommodate his palms.

Giant cat?

Winters suddenly figured out why the deer ran away from the deep forest like a escaping? Why were there no clothes and fabrics found in the giant bear's stomach and feces? Why did the wolves take the risk of breaking into the village to find food?

The wolves are not migrating, they are running away. The top predators will leave their original territory only because the more powerful predators have arrived. What's more... more than one has come.

Suddenly, the red mane tied to the tree neighed in horror. The three-year-old horse struggled hard, and Winters was torn to pieces.

A cold wind blew across Winters' fingers, and in an instant, his hair exploded all over his body and his spine suddenly became cold.

Instinct drives Winters to roll to his right hand. With a chilling low roar, a beautiful beast pounces on his position in the last second.

Winters thrilledly avoided the sneak attack from behind. He suppressed the terror deep in his heart, and pulled out the Dusak scimitar while his body recovered from balance.

The old hunter told him that "in the mountains and forests, people are no longer as fast as wild animals." He must never escape. If he turns around and runs away, he will only die.

Hongman was frightened and ran deeper into the forest. The beautiful beast chased after a few steps, and then suddenly turned back.

Instead of launching an attack immediately, it stared at Winters, bared its teeth and slowly moved towards Winters' side.

Winters dared not do too much movement, and he also held the saber and slowly turned his body, keeping his face facing the same beast.

One man and one beast confronted each other in the forest, like a pair of swordsmen fighting. It is precisely because of this that Winters was able to see the true face of this beautiful beast.

The thing in front of me was terrifyingly large. Its shoulder height was not much lower than that of the red mane, and it could almost reach Winters' chest. It was covered with light yellow striped fur all over her body, which was completely unseen under the mottled tree shadow.

Its appearance is somewhat like a lion on the Venetta flag, with a wide forehead and a narrow face, but the mane on its neck is very short and looks very strange.

But no matter how weird it looks, Winters doesn't want to mess with it. Even a pig is not something Winters can handle alone when it grows to this size.

First there was a giant bear and then a giant lion. Winters had begun to become numb. Could it be that Wolf Town is bigger?

The strange lion began to slowly lower his body, his head was almost about to touch the ground, and two shoulder blades were supported from his back.

"It's coming!" A thought flashed through Winters' mind. He had never seen a living lion, but he had two cats. When the cat was ready to go, he would enter this position.

The next second, Winters saw the long beard on the giant lion's face slowly turning in front of him, which was also a sign of the cat's attack.

Winters made up his mind, took a deep breath and activated a spell that he had never fought before: frightened the beast.

A low voice came from his vocal cords, and was amplified by magic in his mouth, and eventually formed a wave of sound that spread around.

The primary spell "Scares the Wild Beast", one of the Divine Divine magic tricks that reappear in the magical battle situation in reverse.

Research on magic combat situations has found that animals are extremely sensitive to bass, and herbivores are easily frightened by low-frequency sounds. When beasts encounter them in the wild, they will immediately make low-frequency sounds to intimidate each other.

The principle of the spell "Scared the Wild Beast" is to simulate, increase the roar of a large beast when it intimidates the enemy, and cooperate with the lion's feces and urine as casting materials, so that the subjected animal mistakenly thinks that it is facing a lion.

This spell is mainly used to scare animals of war horses, dogs, wolves, and no spellcaster has used this spell against lions - or no spellcaster who has done this can go back alive to write a report, and Winters does not have feces and urine as a spellcasting material in his hand.

But he had no other way, so he could only give it a try.

The deafening low-frequency sound wave exploded in the forest, and the one who suffered the biggest impact was the caster himself. It seemed as if a cannon was firing in his ear, and Winters' skull was trembling.

The giant lion was also startled by the sudden loud noise. It suddenly bounced from the ground and jumped backwards. A few fluttered and then sank into the bushes and disappeared.

Winters, who saved his life, wanted to laugh but couldn't. He didn't know whether to thank the magic battle situation or the strange-looking lion for having a full breakfast.

Before he could think about this question, Winters ran out of the forest.

Without taking a few steps, a sense of uncontrollable vomiting suddenly appeared in Winters' mind, as if a fist in his abdomen was smashing his stomach hard. He couldn't help but kneel on the ground and retching.

Another cold wind swept past him, and the bushes behind him were heard rumbling, and the giant lion caught up.

"I knew it wasn't that easy!" Winters wiped the acid liquid from the corner of his mouth, held the saber in both hands and stood up in the direction the giant lion was chasing him.

The giant lion jumped out of the bush, and this time it did not stalemate with Winters again. Its thick limbs were thrust heavily on the ground, its tail was churning up and down, its claws and fangs were exposed, and it roared at Winters.

The "big cat" was moving too fast. When it soared into the air, Winters reacted and almost arrived in front of Winters.

The dense woodland provided some cover for Winters, and he immediately dodged between the trees beside him.

The giant lion in the air swung towards Winters' sharp claws blocked by the tree trunk, but the pine wood, which was as thick as the forearm, was bent by the giant lion's palm. The sharp claws swept on Winters who could not dodge, and pulled off large pieces of fabric and flesh.

Winters felt a chill on his back, followed by a scorching pain. The fabric on his back was soaked with warm liquid and stuck to his body.

At the same time, blood was dripping from his saber, and a sharp weapon injury was added to the lion's right front leg - Winters Montagne had no habit of waiting for death.

The injured giant lion did not launch a second attack immediately, giving Winters a breath. It retreated for a short distance and licked the wound "as if no one else".

But this action does not mean that it has given up its prey in front of us. On the contrary, the giant lion has already determined that the human in front of us is a delicious meal, so it is not in a hurry to kill the prey.

Seeing that the giant lion's wound stopped bleeding soon, Winters smiled bitterly.

The current exchange is not very profitable than it seems. He must find a more effective tactic as soon as possible, otherwise he might as well find a way to give himself some fun.

"Can't drag it anymore." Winters thought to himself: "The more I drag it, the more blood I lose, the smaller the chance."

But a few feet long cut has no meaning for a giant lion weighing hundreds of pounds. After glanced at the saber in his hand, Winters realized that he actually only had one chance, one chance to throw everything:

Use the flying arrow technique to accelerate the saber. If you can inject enough kinetic energy into the saber, it may cause fatal damage to the giant beast.

This is a huge bet by Qiankun. Winters has never released the flying arrow technique on the sword. Moreover, the saber in his hand is his only weapon now, and there is only one chance. If he fails, he will have to give it to the giant lion.

But magic was his only chance to kill the giant lion.

After the wound stopped bleeding, the giant lion stood up slowly and began to circle around Winters again. It kept intimidating Winters, as if trying to force the prey to reveal its flaws.

"You have to hit the head, and you can kill it with one blow." Winters kept reminding himself: "You can't be too close, too close, you can't penetrate the skull if you don't have enough speed. You can't be too far, too far will be avoided. My casting radius is only two meters, so you have to wait for it to be within three meters."

But the giant lion was moving constantly, which made Winters unable to find a chance to take action, but it was getting closer and closer to Winters.

He held the saber in the backhand position of the javelin, and Winters' attention became increasingly difficult, and blood loss was making him weak.

Both humans and beasts are waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow.

The giant lion's ear suddenly stood up, it hesitated for a moment, retreating further away from Winters.

Winters knew that the other party must have heard something, and soon he also heard it - it was the sound of horse hooves, and a rider was rushing towards this side.

It must be Girard who came with the militia! Winters was very excited. After receiving the request for help from the little hunter, he and Girard were divided into two groups. He took the lead to find out the situation, and Girard went to Dusa Village to move reinforcements.

Winters immediately hit the trunk with a saber and signaled his position to the rider. Soon he realized something was wrong and the sound of hooves was too sparse.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, as if there was only one rider. A familiar war horse appeared in Winters's vision, and the red mane rushed out of the bush. On the saddle of the red mane, it turned out to be the old hunter Ralph.

When Winters found that it was not reinforcements, he ignored the possibility of triggering the giant lion attack and shouted at the old hunter: "Don't dismount! Go quickly!"

Winters' shout was like a command gun. When the giant lion saw Winters distracted, he immediately rushed towards him.

Ralph ignored the lieutenant's warning, and he whipped the Red Mane hard and arrived next to Winters in a flash.

At a place where there were only a few horses away from the giant lion, Ralph jumped off the speeding war horse. He rolled several times after landing, and the red mane hit the giant lion because of inertia.

But the lion is much more agile than the bear, and the giant lion easily avoided the collision of the war horse. He immediately acted to rush towards Winters again. Winters gritted his teeth and prepared to throw out the scimitar.

However, the giant lion suddenly froze in place, and Winters was stunned. He heard the sound that shouldn't have appeared here, and he heard the tender cry.

"Beast! Look at me!" Ralph yelled angrily.

Winters saw a shocking wound on the old hunter's thigh, and blood was dripping from his trouser legs. What surprised him even more was the thing he was holding in his hand.

Ralph was carrying a baby lion.

The young lion was the size of a kitten and had just opened its eyes. It was grabbed by the old hunter and held it in front of it, calling for its mother sadly.

It was not until this time that Winters realized that the giant lion in front of him was actually a female lioness and had just become a mother.

The lioness did not attack Ralph immediately. It squatted on the ground and responded to the call of the young lion with sad cry.

The next moment, the old hunter stabbed into the soft belly of the young lion and slashed hard. The little lion who had just opened his eyes was dismantled on the spot.

Winters only felt a "buzzing" in his skull, and it was cold from the top of his head to the tip of his fingers.

The lioness let out a shrill wail that made all living beings creepy and pounced on the old hunter like crazy.

"Come on!" The old hunter stood there, not hiding or avoiding.

"No!" Winters threw out the saber. The moment the blade was separated, he entered the casting state and poured all the magic power that could be driven into the saber.

The lioness did not hide or avoid it, but its movement was too fast. The saber failed to hit its head, but instead tilted it three points into its spine.

The lioness, whose spine was severely damaged, stopped at all and continued to rush towards the old hunter, and rushed to the hunter in the blink of an eye.

Ralph then stuffed his left arm into the bloody mouth of the giant lion. The giant lion bit it hard, and the old hunter's left arm broke as far as his elbow.
To be continued...