Dust of History: Hunting (3)

The wyvern whizzed past the top of the tree, and the air flow could be felt in the tree hole. These huge flying animals occupy the absolute dominance of the swamp night, including all animals that give off body heat in their diet, even bulls that are similar in size to them.

There was a lizard-like smell in the airflow, which disgusted the hunters. He didn't care if there was a connection between the two creatures, he just found it annoying. If it weren't for these things that come out every night, he had to wait for the dawn in the tree hole on the same level as his prey, he only needed one day and one night to make his prey collapse without sleep. If it wasn't for the stench that almost made his sense of smell go numb, he wouldn't be delayed by the trick that almost concealed himself, and he wouldn't be confused by looking at the distant fire here.

What do you do with a bonfire? Do you eat to replenish your energy? Know that I've seen through your trap? Or is this another trap?

Are you provoking me? The stalker thought furiously. Are you telling me: there you are, come here and let me take your heart out?

But the hunter immediately warned himself not to lose his composure. To lose your cool in the face of such a cunning prey is to let yourself fall into a trap. There is no doubt that this is definitely a trap, or it is a follow-up to the trap during the day.

The river is not far away. Tomorrow morning, we will run with all our strength to track, and then end this hunt in a very enjoyable way. The stalker snorted excitedly, and shook the lethal weapon in his hand. The brain pulp and blood stained on it formed a thin shell, which condensed into a part of this weapon.

Don't get too excited, don't get too excited, keep calm, keep calm. The hunter warned himself again. All the traces you see tomorrow must be carefully observed and considered carefully, and you can no longer be confused by any illusions. Remember to watch out for illusions, beware of illusions.

Do you think I can easily fool you? Are you still proud of the mind that I'm about to unscrew and taste slowly?

The Stalker cheered at his calm thought and snorted again.

The blade cuts the skin, cuts the muscle, cuts the throat, cuts the artery, cuts the muscle, cuts the skin, cuts the skin, and stands out from the other side of the neck. This feeling is clear and clear, from the fingers to the wrist to the elbow to the arm, and finally directly trembles In my heart, the layered feeling is as deep as a wonderful poem. Then the bright red blood flowed out of the woman's body enthusiastically and joyfully, and Asa sucked it heartily.

A few strands of black hair cling to the thin lips, the lips are pursed into a slightly cramped arc, the drooping eyes are narrowed, and there is a hazy smile in the long eyelashes. When I got closer, I realized that this is really a very beautiful woman.

Asa suddenly felt very scared. Afraid of the gentleness contained in those squinted eyes, and the stubbornness of pursed thin lips. The woman still had that expression, but Asa was completely caught in the fear caused by the sudden discovery of tenderness and beauty.

Then he discovered that it wasn't just the woman's throat that was cut just now, but also his own. Caressing the wound on his neck, the clear and distinct feeling when the cut was made reverberated in his chest. He wanted to use this feeling to fill the wound, but he couldn't do anything. Asa groaned in great pain.

Looking at the woman's beautiful and gentle face and the stern wound on her neck, she felt her own wound with her hands. Sorrow, sorrow, fear, and pain surrounded Asa tightly like the surrounding darkness, and Asa woke up suddenly.

The white belly of the early morning has already appeared in the east, and the howling of the wyvern is gradually going away. These creatures circled from the edge of the swamp and flew back to their lairs deep in the swamp. The position of the stalker is closer to the depths of the swamp, so this can give Asa an advantage of starting earlier.

But Asa didn't show much interest in this precious time, but squatted beside the extinguished bonfire, watching dumbly as the woman crushed water mint and pyrethrum with stones and smeared it on her clothes and on the skin. Until now, the feeling left by the nightmare still reverberates in my mind, as if I can't get rid of the sticky snot, my mind is still in a daze. But fortunately, he could also really feel that his physical strength had almost completely recovered.

The woman seemed to be sleeping well. After finishing the application, she began to pack up her things nimbly. At the same time, she did not forget to chat with him: "You had a bad dream last night, which woke me up. And said to wake you up."

Asa stared blankly at the woman's calm and radiant face. Those beautiful hazy eyes, the straight bridge of the nose, the thin lips, and the thin white neck loomed in the clothes. Asa suddenly had the illusion that there was bleeding miserably, and shivered violently.

The woman had already packed her luggage and bid him farewell: "Goodbye, if you have a chance in the future, you can come to the Duke Mrak's Mansion in the capital to find me." She burst into a smile that made the early morning mist infected with tenderness. . "My name is Xiaoyi."

No chance. Either you die or I die. Asa didn't dare to face this smile at all, and stared at the ground and gave a grace.

After watching the woman's back disappear into the morning mist, Asa ran along the direction of the river.

He didn't jump into the river to hide his scent, and he didn't mind leaving footprints in the soft mud that even the worst mice could see. He also doesn't run fast, and this speed is the most efficient use of physical strength. He is very clear that any kind of cover-up is an attempt to conceal it from the eyes of the stalker~IndoMTL.com~ Such clear traces will confuse him instead.

Of course, it is still possible for the stalker to follow this real footprint, but after passing the previous trap, he will definitely have concerns, so this possibility should be relatively small. Asa suddenly realized that he was expecting the footsteps of the stalker to sound behind him.

But confusion is useless. This is indeed the most efficient method. Once the hunter has exhausted his physical strength and time on the way of chasing the woman, the possibility of escaping by himself is very high. Even if he re-tracked himself after killing the woman, his physical strength gained the upper hand, and the possibility of winning also increased. Asa shook his head, trying to focus on running step by step.

But after running for less than half an hour, I saw a big river lying in front of me. He actually had a feeling of dumbfounding. Everyone, even the Stalkers, was wrong. Probably due to the rainy season, the river diverted from the low-lying swamp and passed directly through the swamp.

At this moment, a faint scream sounded from the depths of the swamp.

After such a long distance, the voice was already very weak, but it was like hitting Asa's heart with a huge hammer. Immediately, the dream of last night appeared in front of his eyes, and the stern wound in the woman's throat was extremely clear. He froze in place, unable to move.