Rain Soaked Forest (1)
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Kung-. Cooong-.
The fight between werewolves and giant mantis lasted for a long time.
Winter and the pack of werewolves.
I was looking down at it from a high hill in the distance.
Finding a much larger cave than before, they laid Eve and Rubris inside, who were not feeling well, and stood on the cliff and looked down.
Quad Deuk.
Even though he must have been looking at the mountains on the other side with a sense of great distance, he could see the trees uprooted and the ground turned upside down.
That must have meant a fierce fight.
But.
It’s late in the evening, and the sun slowly sets in the forest.
The sound fell silent.
‘I can’t hear the sound of fighting anymore.’
Pounding. Pounding.
My heart was beating wildly.
‘How did it go?’
Winter felt himself impatient.
He tried to hold his wildly throbbing breath and looked in the direction where his mother, Yuhua Lin, Misoah, and Giant Mantis were fighting.
But down there, it was pitch-black, immersed in the darkness of the already desolate forest.
It was so dark that even the shape of a single tree in the forest could not be distinguished.
The battle was very long, well over half a day.
That would have meant that they were never easy opponents for each other.
Gulp.
Winter swallowed dry saliva.
Either way the winner was probably not in very good shape.
The time of the fight was long, and it meant that the opponents were almost equal.
‘If my mother died…. It’s unlikely, but… If so.’
His head was spinning as if he was dizzy. Thoughts with a disturbing ending continued to bite their tails.
It could be a dragon and tiger, or it could be a life and death decision.
Neither way was good for the winter.
No, to all of them.
“Howuuu…”
Looking to the side, it seemed that I wasn’t the only one who had those thoughts.
Yui and Yumi also had anxious expressions.
His two sisters had their ears and tails drooping weakly, unlike usual.
Everyone in the group was staring down in the pouring rain.
Sniff sniff.
It was then.
Suddenly, I smelled the smell of winter drifting in the wind.
Almost all of the surrounding smells were blocked by the pouring rain.
A new smell was detected as if something had approached them.
Winter jerked his head.
* * * *
When Winter turned his head, what did he see in his eyes?
It was the presence of Yuhwarin, the mother who was walking with the bloodied Misoah who had lost her mind in her arms.
[Kang!]
To the appearance of the two of them staggering up the hill.
Winter ran swiftly with its tail held high.
‘No, no injuries, right?’
He checked Yuhwarin’s body condition here and there.
He sniffed his sharp nose and smelled the thick smell of blood.
Fortunately, there seemed to be no sign of serious injury, except for light vital signs that seemed to have been scratched here and there.
My mother Yuhwarin.
She smiled at the sight of winter welcoming her.
“Ha ha. Ha.”
But apart from that.
Yuhwarin’s breathing was very rough.
It was a long fight that lasted half a day.
No matter how strong a werewolf was, a bloody battle at the risk of life at that level would consume a great deal of stamina.
And there.
‘Miso-Ado·······. I’m not in good shape.’
Let Winter turn her gaze to Yuhwa Lin’s arms, her smile.
I could see her pale complexion.
Misoah’s face had a complexion that looked good as usual.
Her poisonous color had subsided.
‘The wound on the abdomen is deep.’
A droopy arm and a weak expression.
From the large and small scars seen everywhere to the amount of bleeding that constantly flows out.
Even at this moment, the blood was pouring down like water.
Originally, she had a big difference in strength from her mother Yuhua Lin.
In the meantime, for the sake of the group’s safety, they even fought the Giant Mantis, which even Yuhwarin must have struggled with.
One way or another, the battle must have been the kind that was too much for Misoah.
“·······.”
Yuhwarin looked down at Misoa.
She couldn’t help but smile her bitter smile.
Perhaps Yuhwarin.
She seemed to have a premonition of Misoa’s death.
“Ha, ha, ha.”
Misoah’s eyes are sunken.
There was a dark look of death in her eyes as she looked up at her leader Yuhwa Rin.
Perhaps she herself also noticed her own death.
Her blood loss was severe.
I don’t know if it would have stopped the blood, but the scar was so deep that the blood poured incessantly without thinking about stopping, and fell to the muddy floor and mixed.
“Whoop, whoop.”
Misoah smiled helplessly.
She saved her group, but the cost was her own death.
But she seemed content with that.
It could have already been giving up on life.
Everyone in the group seemed to have a premonition.
Chalbak. Snap.
Eve, who was lying in the cave.
With a weak staggering step, he approached and grabbed Misoah’s drooping hand.
Werewolves contribute infinitely to their devotion to their pack.
There is no hesitation in contributing, and no hesitation in terms of commitment.
It meant that they were a group, but also a family.
“·······.”
Georeum quietly stared at Misoah.
The winter of human days.
Until now, I have acquired information through various media.
A wizard who used magic and mystic means.
An elemental magician who handles various elemental powers and mana of the natural world.
They used magic and attributes to take temporary measures in dungeons.
And among them.
I heard that there is definitely an emergency measure using elemental power.
The elemental power of winter.
As for his, except for the fact that he was born as a monster, it was obviously no different from the one used by elemental spirits.
‘So maybe, it’s possible.’
Misoah’s bleeding is considerable.
Even he doesn’t know what a werewolf’s blood type is or what kind it is.
But.
Obviously, if it is a very simple basic measure, that is also possible.
Undoubtedly.
Chalbak. Snap.
When Yuhwa Rin made Misoah her death a foregone fact and laid her slowly inside her cave.
Winter quietly followed the two.
Sure.
Winter quietly put her paws on Misoah’s body.
“·······?”
Misoia looked down at the winter, but looked down.
I closed my eyes again helplessly.
My mother Yuhwarin didn’t pay much attention to Winter.
For this moment alone, I was mourning a fellow member who chose to die for the sake of the group.
Sureuk.
Winter silently closed her eyes.
Inside the body of her, Misoa.
I can feel the airflow of my heart pumping and rhythmic.
And even the river and blood flow that pulsate and flow throughout the body centered on that heart.
At that moment, Winter noticed.
‘It’s possible.’
It was an almost certain intuition.
A gun.
Winter’s drooping beard swayed as if shaking.
“Hmm?”
Sensing that strange appearance, Yuhua Lin, her mother, turned her head abruptly, but Winter had already turned her attention elsewhere.
Go oh oh-.
The two winter eyes radiated blue eyes.
He stared into the eyes of Misoah, who was staring at him, limp and limp.
Our eyes met, but she didn’t react as cheerfully as usual.
Instead, she only had a faint smile on her lips.
Something that reveals the intimacy that exists between them.
It must have meant that he didn’t have even the bare minimum of energy.
‘First, stop Misoah’s bleeding.’
He placed her paw on the dark scar on Misoah’s body.
I consciously blocked her bleeding using her raised attribute power.
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Instead, I forcibly turned to the point where the blood vessels were located.
It is not difficult.
This is a first aid treatment commonly used by spirits, wizards, and priests.
If a part of the blood vessel is cut off and ripped off, for now, he can take over that role right now.
Let’s start forcibly pumping blood through the veins.
The leaking bleeding stopped.
‘Ha ha.’
It was a success.
But it wasn’t over yet. He sighed, but the moment Winter released his elemental power, the blood flowing through his veins would undoubtedly burst out again.
‘It’s impossible to collect all the blood.’
The amount of blood that Misoa shed when she reached this place was considerable.
Even that has now been completely mixed up by the muddy water and soaked into the ground.
But yet, not all.
‘As long as the blood leaked around here.’
Sniff sniff.
The surroundings are covered in blood.
He sensed them through his keen sense of smell and sense of smell.
Collect and separate the dirty foreign matter and blood that have been mixed again.
Recipe Ratman’s beard assisted in this task.