Chapter 945
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17. THE MOST DANGEROUS PREDATOR
NARRATOR
Amid roars, bodies crashing, blood in the air, and brutal violence, a
small werewolf slipped through any gap he could find to strike.
His spear could barely pierce the enemies' armor, but he fueled the
chaos, darting here and there.
BAM! BOOM! GROARR!
'The massive Dracotélion lifted the entire body of a Brontocérax in
her jaws, flinging it through the air and knocking over others in
the herd.
But every one of her scales was soaked in blood, her movements
slower each time, and several horned gaps sank into her tough hide.
Even so, fewer attacks came her way. The bodies of fallen
Brontocérax piled up around her, the females fled with their
young, and only a few males stayed behind to fight.
Birds flew off screaming in fear, smaller animals scrambled for
safety, and the whole forest was in turmoil.
Suddenly, Drakkar was spotted by a male Brontocérax and took a
full-blown hit from the beast.
BAAAM!
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'The creature's horns clashed with the shield made from its own
kind, but the animal was stronger.
Drakkar's powerful body was hurled through the air at high speed,
and worst of all-straight toward the enraged female!
When the werewolf saw those huge jaws dripping with blood and
flesh, he knew that if he didn't act fast, he'd be swallowed alive.
The Dracotélion spotted the incoming threat.
Her short front legs were busy holding off another Brontocérax, so
she could only open her mouth to crush the intruder.
This was the scene that the three warriors saw as they arrived,
drawn by the noise.
From the safety of the forest, they witnessed what was happening
out in the clearing.
Brontocérax bodies scattered everywhere, and in the sky, an
unstoppable warrior roared, shielded by the hardened hide and
holding a spear in the other hand.
He had "thrown himself" straight into danger, fearless, charging
the Dracotélion head-on.
"That... that's Drakkar..."
'They were speechless. Their brains couldn't process what their
eyes were seeing.