Amon won, and he won too neatly and too quickly, so he was a little confused.

He knew that the wolf leopard was dead, and his head was at his feet, while the body twitched not far away. At the broken neck, blood sprayed red, dyeing the ground red, and quickly formed a shallow pit with a smell of blood.

It was not until this time that Amon felt his calf trembling, as if it was a sequelae of excessive force, and as if it was a collapse after tension.

He dropped the huge battle axe in his hand, sat on the ground, first looking around blankly, and then grinned.

He was confused because he was confused again now. Is it because he merged with a dragon and was too strong? Or is it that the wolf leopard was really exhausted and was too weak?

There is no one coming and going, and the offense and defense are easy to change, so he can't weigh his strength now.

He was also happy because he won this battle, not only because he survived, but also because he overcomes his own psychological barrier - he faced the battle and tasted the killing.

The laughter just turned into a grin.

"Hiss, hiss, it still hurts so much!"

Amon reached out and gently touched his cheek. Blood was pouring out from the crack, and blood could be seen rolling up blood.

This was the last counterattack of the wolf leopard. Just as Amon cut off its head, the leopard tail, like a scorpion hammer, threw out a wind blade at the last moment.

Although it is not very powerful, it is extremely fast, extremely fast, extremely weird, almost the sharpness delivered from the most incredible angle, trying to cross Amon's throat.

Amon was avoiding purely by instinct. His body's reaction speed was faster than his brain. He turned his head at a critical moment and avoided the ultimate blow, but an old hole was cut on his face.

In other words, Amon has broken his appearance, of course, compared with the cut off his head, this broken appearance is nothing.

After a brief rest, Amon quickly got up to clean up, cleaned up briefly, applied medicine, bandaged, and cleaned up the battlefield, picked up the weapon package, and divided the beast corpses. He was extremely fast.

On the wild wilderness, there are countless powerful predators, and the hunters who cannot protect their prey will only be prey in the eyes of others. Therefore, Amon has to leave before the bloody smell drifts away with the wind and attracts other predators.

Of course, Amon would not let him go of his spoils. He took the most valuable leopard tail and claws on the wolf leopard.

He hesitated slightly about the wolf leopard head needed to complete the hunting and sacrifice ceremony, and gave up only the largest fang in the wolf leopard's mouth.

However, when checking the corpse of the wolf leopard, he swept past in other aspects and observed it repeatedly on the right forelimb for a long time, and seemed to have discovered something.

And when he looked up at the surroundings again, his eyes were already a little more searching and alert.

...

A few miles away from the battlefield, inside a big tree surrounded by several people.

Sherman and Gaisen hugged in the tree hole, hugging their knees with their hands, forming balls, chatting in unison.

The owner of the tree hole, an adult tree tumbling, had its neck broken and threw it outside the tree hole.

"Calculate the time, the wolf leopard should have collided with that person now, and I don't know how the battle is going?

That person is a famous waste in Kelma City. If he can't even beat this wolf leopard that has been 'added', then all our preparations will become a joke?"

The person who spoke was Gaisen. Among the two, he was taller, with clear facial features, and apathetic temperament created by killing outside for many years. If he didn't speak, he would be like a wild beast without emotions, which was shocking.

However, only those who have had a lot of contact with him know that Gaisen is indeed cruel and ruthless, but he can't control his mouth and likes to complain about everything he catches.

If this were not the case, with his contributions to serving the lion family for so many years and his own high-level warriors, he would not have to carry out the dirtiest and tiring work today.

"According to me, I shouldn't have hid here. That kid is at best a low-level warrior. Even if we hide from a distance and watch, can he still find out?

Moreover, the task given by the master is not to kill him. If we hide here and the one who is not strong enough to die at the hands of the wolf leopard, we will be in great trouble?"

"Hey, you said these big guys are really good at playing. They have to choose powerful monsters, and they have to kill them themselves, so they can't be discovered by that person...

Look, look, with so many troublesome requests, I really think that the wild wilderness is opened by my family, and you can do whatever you want?"

"It was also our brothers who were lucky. As soon as they entered the wasteland, they found the wolf leopard king whose strength was damaged and was expelled. Otherwise, I don't know when I would find it?

However, I don’t know what these big guys think in their heads. They don’t let them know. If they only help secretly, I wonder if they do good things, otherwise people will know. What’s the difference between doing nothing and doing nothing?

I don't know how to lord the love of the master? Is this strange or not? I have been thinking about it for a long time..."

"Okay, okay." Sherman finally couldn't help it. He felt that he would not speak anymore and would be annoyed by the "bee" in his ear. Even if he had been with him for so long, he couldn't help but have the urge to beat someone up.

But he knew it was impossible because, ahem, I couldn't beat it.

A helpless smile came out of the corner of his mouth, and Sherman explained: "I'll ask you, is Kelma City poor? Is there a lack of spell casters? Are there any short spell armor and magical objects?

As a famous heir to waste, Amon went out to hunt. Will the king and queen of the ancient Mongolian be sufficiently prepared for him?

And with these trump cards, even if they are piled up, can they still be killed and injured, leaving only wolf leopards with less than three levels of strength?"

"Uh, it makes sense to say that."

"Haha, it's just a little bit of a reason?" Sherman grinned: "If you think about it again, since that person is well prepared, it is hard to guarantee that there will be no detective magical creature. If we are close and are discovered, how should you explain it?

Should I tell the matter? Or should I kill someone to silence me? I don’t think these are good choices.

But do you think our master is helping him?"

Gaisen wondered: "Isn't it?"

"Maybe, or maybe not, I don't know what the specific thing is, but..." At this point, Sherman's words seemed to be hesitant, but his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Gaisen was a little impatient and asked, "But what? Did you say it?"

"Actually, I don't know either." Sherman shrugged: "But, based on my understanding of Prince Simba, I always feel that it won't be that simple.

Especially when he explained this matter personally, he was afraid that something would go wrong with us. This made me feel that this seemed not just a helping hand."

"You guys don't know how your heads are growing. Can you think so much? Are you tired?" Gaisen waved his hand a little envious and irritated: "Okay, okay, let's wait, let's wait, I just don't know how long it will take to wait and when will I get out?"

"Be careful, there is no big mistake, wait a lot, wait a lot!"

...

It should be said that Sherman and Gaisen's caution made sense. After packing up, Amon did not rush to leave. He forged his footprints and indeed hid under a small hill in the distance.

From this angle, he could see the battlefield just now, and he seemed to be waiting for something.

However, as time passed, he was finally disappointed. He waited for the jackal, the weasel, and the vulture, but he didn't wait for what he wanted to wait.

Finally, after an hourglass, he got up, carried his bag, identified the direction with a compass, and started his journey again.

After another hourglass, Sherman and Gaisen finally came to find him at the battlefield in the wilderness.

The two drove away the vultures and jackals, and after patrolling and observing this place for a long time, Gaisen spoke: "He didn't take away the head of the wolf leopard? And looking at the traces of leaving, it seemed to be in the direction of going deep into the wasteland. What is this?"

Sherman did not answer. He just wandered around the corpse of the wolf leopard and the head for a long time before speaking: "It seems that this person is not as useless as he is from outsiders.

So, Gaisen, we seem to be in big trouble!”
Chapter completed!