He Comes From the Void

Nidalee hid behind the branches and leaves, and clenched her spear. The dead leaves beside her feet were half-buried with explosive cones. Her emerald-like eyes stared at the tall figure in the forest, blending with the woods.

A tall figure slowly walked into the field of vision.

Nidalee remained silent, carefully examining the distance between them, while adjusting the hand holding the spear.

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

While the hunter was attracted by the movement of other mountain lions, she threw the spear decisively.

The spear flew out from a sinister angle, but the hunter's spirit was tense and vigilant, his pupils shrank, and it reflected in an instant, swinging his arm and flying the spear. The spear whirled in the air and plunged into the soil diagonally.

Nidalee turned her head and ran, stepping on the dry leaves and making a sound of footsteps.

She knew when to stop and when to attack.

"Little cat, slow down!" He said in a roaring voice, while chasing in the direction where the footsteps came from.

He knew that his prey had no weapons and the threat was greatly reduced. This was an excellent opportunity to catch her.

The Sarcodon rushed into the grass, but there was a tingling pain from its feet, and it was knocked down by a roaring explosion.

The explosion sounded into his keen ears, making his head buzz. A warm touch came from one foot, and the blood in the body was gurgling out, dyeing red fur.

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

The experienced hunter immediately realized what he had experienced.

The anger slowly gathered the hunter's consciousness, he knew very well that the destructive power of the explosive cones was very limited, which would make him lame.

But Nidalee will not give him a chance to breathe.

Nidalee turned back and turned into a light puma leaping on him, with sharp claws penetrating the fur of his chest.

The cougar was lying on the sarcodon's chest, avoiding the big mouth of the blood basin, and pressing his sharp teeth against his throat. In the roar of the sarcodon, he bit his neck forcefully and choked his trachea.

In an instant, blood was seen in the wound.

Whether it is bleeding to death or suffocation, it takes a waiting process, and the sarcodon has started an unwilling counterattack.

He raised the hand holding the bone blade and stabbed at the cougar Nidalee had turned into, while the other hand grabbed her neck at the same time, trying to pinch her throat to force her to let go.

Nidalee's brothers and sisters rushed up, bit by bit into the sturdy limbs of the sarcodont, dragged him, and pressed his arms with a weight of tens of kilograms.

Bite!

Scratch!

Nearly a hundred scars were added to the carnivorous beast's body in an instant, and the scars were so horrible to see.

But the real fatal thing was Nidalee's bite. She tore vigorously, biting off the hunter's trachea, and slumped to death.

"Caught you, little cat!"

Without any rest time, a big hand suddenly strangled her neck, a hunter caught her, and lifted her into the air.

He grinned at her with no concealment of greed in his eyes, while Nidalee grinned in response with dripping fangs.

That is the blood of his companion.

The Companion of the Sarcodon arrived, and there were three in one.

One of them grabbed Nidalee, and the other two swooped at the fallen hunter. The hunting knife in his hand instantly stabbed one of her sisters and nephews.

The lions spread out and roared and fought with the two hunters, but a wave of attacks came down, and only a few insignificant claw marks on the hunters' thighs were exchanged for one death and one injury.

Nidalee roared in pain, and the lions immediately ran away. She couldn't bear to watch the casualties of her family anymore, so she could only let them abandon themselves and leave.

"To shut up!"

The hunter stretched his paw to her mouth, Nidalee snapped it down, but was swiftly avoided by the former.

The second time he held her head with his hand, then opened her mouth like a vet treats a cat, and fiddled with her fangs with his fingers.

He smiled again: "Your teeth are really sharp and smooth. It would be great to pick one on the necklace."

But he straightened his face again, and the conversation turned: "But this is too wasteful, I want to ensure your integrity, I will make you my best trophy!"

After investigating the injuries of their companions, the other two hunters issued a series of roars and howls.

Nidalee can understand their voices, because everyone is Vastaya.

"Relph is also dead."

"For such an inadequate trophy, we lost two strong hunters! This is even more humiliating than leaving empty-handed! Pangaff will be angry!"

"It's three! She killed a family member before."

"You have to find a way to make up. Those cougars who left scars on Ralph don't even want to run! I will use their fangs to make a whole chain of necklaces!"

Nidalee was furious at hearing it, but she was helpless.

She can't even protect herself, how can she save her family?

"I solved her before going over." The hunter who captured Nidalee said.

After ending the pain of their companions, two sarcodon hunters chased the lions in different directions, while Nidalee and the last hunter ushered in to be alone.

"Now only we are left, Kitty." He pressed her under the tree, grinning and took out a knife, the beards trembling with the movements of the mouth muscles.

Nidalee did not respond. He pinched her neck forcefully. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com roared at close range that almost stunned people: "Give me a change!"

With the same idea, he wanted to kill Nidalee at the moment she transformed, in order to harvest a deformed but peculiar trophy.

But Nidalee didn't want him to do so, gritted his teeth, enduring the pain of being strangled by a huge force in his throat.

"You think there is nothing you can do if you don't want to change me? The shapeshifter will change back to the original form after death. Let me see where you are so special."

With that said, it extended the knife to the cougar's artery.

Tuk!

With a pain in the back of the head, the hunter reached out and grabbed the back of the head with the thick mane.

He only heard the sound of wings flapping, and a bird chirping flew away from his hand, still holding his mane in his mouth.

"It turned out to be a broken bird." The hunter looked up and watched the bird fly up to the treetop, ignored it, and returned his gaze to the cougar.

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

He saw the cougar's eyes instantly freeze, a huge shadow was cast, and the smooth surface of the knife reflected a brutal figure.

From above.

A grinning face.

Unfamiliar, but inexplicably familiar.

Which kind is this?

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

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

He remembered.

-This is clearly himself!

"I caught you, little cat!"

The other he let out a deafening roar, threw him at from a height, and then tore his throat with his claws.

He breathed out, choked blood in his throat, and his eyes were wide and puzzled.

"Who…?"

He is dead, he can't stand his eyes!