This time, the werewolf began to circle around me keeping a certain distance.
Being taken by wild instincts doesn’t mean there was no wisdom at all. Beasts could also think, and after so many failed frontal attacks, she switched tactics.
She was trying to see if she could go around my back and attack again, which is what most wild animals commonly use, especially wolves, who are good at hunting and know the tactics of hunting in packs.
I turned my body to stare at her, always keeping her in my field of vision and not giving her an opportunity.
However, the symptoms of physical exhaustion and blood loss became more and more obvious. Although the injury was not serious, I could feel everything in front of me becoming blurred from time to time.
Damn it, if it goes on like this I will really die.
Die? It’s strange, how could I be afraid of death? Just like when I covered the old chief to protect, I should be looking forward to death in battle, – the highest honor of a warrior.
However, now I feel resistant.
If I die here, who would stop Angelica? and who would protect my tribe?
I didn’t want Angelica, who had turned into a werewolf, to walk into celebration after killing me, and face the brutal facts that her hands were stained with blood, nor did I want an army of elves rushing into the valley and razing our tribe to the ground. It’s not endings I want to see
So I can’t die yet. This is not a fight to the death.
I can only win, cannot lose.
However, what could I do?
The werewolf circled faster and faster and then began to run.
I continued to stare at her.
Her strength and speed are above me, and without weapons, I can’t fight her evenly. To deal with such an opponent, I could only find her weakness and attack it at the right time.
However, does this monster that could recover in two to three-second after taking an injury has any weakness?
It’s not fair, at least give me a stick; and as for me, if I get bitten in my throat, it would be a dead-end…
Huh? Wait a minute!
Isn’t that a weakness?
A flash of thought inspired me.
Yes, I never thought of it.
A tactic quickly took shape in the brain.
At the same time, the werewolf pushed her speed to the limit, and for a moment she successfully managed to get out of vision.
There was the sound of her kicking the ground and pouncing from behind.
Anticipating, I lowered my body, raised my hand over my shoulder, caught her body, and then threw her over my shoulder with the power of her jump.
This did not cause any damage. The werewolf twisted her body in the air, adjusted the posture, and fell on the four limbs.
It seems after repeatedly throwing, she has mastered skills to cope with it.
There were not many opportunities left, the last attack was more of dodging due to luck than of prompt reaction.
If it is repeated again, there would be no good ending.
The werewolf also realized this, and once again began to circle around.
“Awwwww” at that moment, I let out a war cry.
The werewolf who was just about to take a step trembled, then turned head towards me and let out a deterrent roar.
Just the sound of war cry aroused the wild instinct of confrontation. The beast was still the beast.
Standing in front of me was not half-elf angelica, but a wild wolf.
The advantage of the hunter over the beast was in the brain. He does not have to be stronger than the beast, but he must be smarter than it.
As the best hunter of the Bloodaxe clan, how could I be hunted by wild beasts? The ancestor watching from the sky would laugh out loud!
“Huh, it’s just a bigger female wolf… can I be still afraid of you?” Reinvigorated by the war roar, I watched the werewolf, and grabbed my collar, “look how I will deal with you!”
Rip!
I tore off my shirt.
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