“Ha…. ha…. Ha…” I gasped for breath and couldn’t help but bend down and put my hand on my knees for support.
Not far away, the werewolf I had thrown using the back throw technique struggled to get up again.
No matter how hard I threw her to the ground, punch in the face, or dislocate joint with a hug, she could always recover completely in a few seconds relying on her self-healing ability.
Even if a beast is exhausted, and you try to take advantage, it would only make it angry, and infuriated by the pain it would launch a crazy counterattack.
I, on the other hand, don’t have any weapons or armor to deal with her fangs and claws, and could only choose a suicide like a melee fight. Regardless of how many times I relied on my combat skill to avoid the vital attacks, I would inevitably get some biting and scratching marks on my body.
Even if none of the injuries were fatal, it would not change the fact the blood was being lost and the wrestling with this monster with almost unlimited physical strength also has greatly consumed my energy.
The head was beginning to feel dizzy, and eyelids had become heavy.
Although the injury was not serious, it was obvious that if consumption continues like this, it would only be a matter of time before a flaw appears and the other party uses the opportunity to bite the throat.
The danger level of werewolves in the biology textbook was orange, which represents “dangerous”, a level that was not high or low. But that rating was not based solely on strength and takes into account the attitude and behavior pattern of the corresponding creature when facing the elves, and then ranked the group as a whole. The essence of werewolves was still human. Under normal circumstances, most human beings would not attack elves for no reason.
However, it was based on the premise that “werewolves were not hostile to the opposite party”. After transformation, werewolves would have a great improvement in physical fitness and become a very difficult opponent, and it goes without saying that a werewolf on the night of full moon was at the peak of its power.
“Angelica…” I tried to keep my eyes focused and keep the werewolf in the field of vision.
A half-elf that left the village where she had lived for decades and came to this country where she knew no one but also kept a distance from everyone…
In the hope of finding a solution to the curse.
After a moment of carelessness, I got knocked down by the werewolf. Fortunately, I reached out just in time and firmly grasped her mouth, so that she could not bite.
However, the knife-like sharp claws pierced the skins of the chest, tearing flesh and blood vessels connected with nerves.
Is this what you’ve been always trying to avoid?
That’s why you just wrote on that day.
You don’t want others to find out you are a werewolf and nor do want to hurt others because of it. Even if you are receiving the pain, you still refuse the help offered by others.
Her burden was not lighter than mine, but I regarded her as a strange person who doesn’t want to understand others.
I tightened my grip on the werewolf’s jaw tightly, giving her no chance to break free, and kicked her in the stomach. The werewolf took back a little of strength from pain. I took this opportunity to pull her off from my body, then grabbed her and threw with all my strength. The werewolf’s body rolled several times on the ground, but in just a moment it immediately adjusted the balance and stood up again.
It was me who didn’t understand others.
Defeated on the battlefield, became a prisoner in the country of elves, gave up the dignity of the warrior, endured humiliation for the safety of the whole tribe, was treated as a stranger by the group of long-eared, and lived a troubled life everyday……
However, I just blindly hoped that they could understand our orcs, and I never thought of trying to understand any of them?
Even with Rolanna, who hopes for reconciliation between two races, it was the same. It seems that we have the same goal, but in fact, I only considered the security of my own tribe.
I really deserve it…
Damn, when did I become so sentimental?
At such a time, I actually bitterly smiled at myself.
Sure enough, it was because I am dying that my brain has become abnormal.
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