Chapter 943 Death Game (Ⅱ)

"Human, listen up!"

"The rules of the duel are very simple. No matter what method you use, as long as you can escape the pursuit of Guadra and step into the territory of Hot Spring Town, you will win."

"Of course, if you are a real warrior, you can also give up running away and try to defeat Gudella in a head-on duel."

"If you can do it, even if you kill Gudella in a fight, I won't hurt you, and I promise to let you go home alive."

"Human, do you understand?"

"Ming... understand!"

Donald Jr. answered almost in a crying tone.

He thought that he had good luck, but unexpectedly, it turned into bad luck in a blink of an eye, and he was forced to fight a monster. He almost wanted to cry without tears.

"It's good that you understand!"

Elder Gumoduo held up his bone staff, gave a heavy blow to the ground, and announced loudly: "The duel begins!"

Little Donald recovered from his trance, not daring to take a second look at the hideous and terrifying opponent, dragging his spear, turning his head and galloping towards the entrance of the town.

Gudella snorted contemptuously, picked up the heavy mace, leaped forward with force on his hind legs, flew ten yards into the air, and caught up with Donald Jr. within two minutes.

Hearing the whistling wind coming from behind, Donald Jr. hurriedly turned his head and saw a huge shadow gliding towards him, like a meteorite hitting his head.

He was scared out of his wits, and hurriedly dodged to avoid it.

boom!

Gudella's heavy body hit the place where Donald Jr. was standing just now, shaking the ground and splashing muddy water on his face.

After all, Donald Jr. was young and strong. He had been in the military camp for two years, bought a captain's rank with money, and knew a little bit about fighting skills.

At this moment, he had already realized that no matter how fast he ran, he could not be as fast as that flying monster, so he simply turned his heart sideways, grasped the spear tightly, and stabbed the opponent's bulging belly with all his strength.

Gudella stretched out a wide palm, firmly grasped the spear that was stabbing him, and at the same time held up the mace with his right hand, and slammed it hard at Donald Jr.'s head.

At this critical juncture, Donald Jr. made a correct decision. He abandoned the spear without thinking, and barely avoided the falling mace in a very embarrassing way.

Boom!

Guadra missed the shot, and the mace sank deep into the mud pit, unable to pull it out for a while.

Seeing this scene, Little Donald was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came back to his senses, fumbled around his waist frantically, and finally pulled out the dagger he carried with him.

Taking advantage of his opponent's lack of time to attack, he held the knife in both hands, rushed towards Gudla screaming, and stabbed the swamp man's chest fiercely.

puff!

The dagger pierced through the gaps in the leather armor panels and pierced into Gudella's flesh, but cut a shallow wound tightly, and was bounced away by the smooth and tough skin.

"Okay! This is enough!"

Gudella was injured, but seemed even more excited. First, he grinned ferociously at the astonished little Donald. The vocal sac under his jaw suddenly swelled, and then let out a roar that contained fear and magic power.

The rolling sound wave is wrapped in strong negative energy, gushing out from the wide mouth of Gudra.

Little Donald was sent flying backwards by the sound waves, his head was bloodied, his remaining fighting spirit was smashed to pieces by the huge sense of fear that invaded his heart, he dropped the dagger in his hand, only thinking about running away.

Gudella grinned wide, his dexterous tongue slowly dropped from his mouth like a small red snake, licked the blood oozing from his belly, then retracted his tongue into his mouth, and smacked his lips.

The bloody smell lingering on the tip of his tongue aroused his viciousness, and his swollen eyes stared at the staggering back of little Donald, shining with excitement.

Gudella grabbed the spear casually, and chased after it unhurriedly.

Behind him, Elder Gumoduo raised his bone staff and motioned for two "wetland knights" to follow up and monitor his nephew's prey to avoid accidents.

Two knights rode giant toads, following Gudella's footsteps from the left and right sides.

Elder Gumoduo was still a little worried. After thinking for a while, he mounted his giant toad and led the remaining eight knights to follow.

With Gudella's jumping pace, it is actually very easy to catch up with the panicked little Donald.

However, tonight was still a long time, and the young boggard nobleman was in no hurry to complete this trial, hanging behind his prey not too far or too close.

Little Donald quickened his pace, and he also stepped up to follow, and when the other party was tired and stopped, holding on to the eucalyptus by the water to breathe, he also slowed down.

Gudella teases his prey in a "cat-playing-mouse" way, constantly exerting pressure on the opponent, but not in a hurry to kill him, so that he is always in a state of mental tension, struggling hard on the verge of death.

Gudella completely controls the fate of the prey. At this moment, he feels as if he has become the incarnation of death, and he has gained great pleasure from this hunting game that has been destined to end in advance.

Little Donald ran and stopped, gradually moving away from the wetland and approaching the outskirts of Hot Springs.

The brightly lit hotel seems to be right in front of you, and the orchestral music blowing in the wind arouses little Donald's hope of survival. As long as he perseveres, he can reach the end of this death race...

However, hope is like a beautiful soap bubble, which shatters quietly when it swells to the limit.

A long rope made of meat suddenly flew behind him, wrapped around Donald Jr.'s ankles, knocked him to the ground, and dragged him backwards.

The same encounter happened again, and Donald Jr. wailed in despair. Fear and exhaustion drained his physical strength and courage, and he was unable to struggle, so he simply closed his eyes and resigned himself to death.

Guddra drags the prey with his tongue, while holding the obsidian spear high, intending to deliver the final fatal blow, drawing a perfect end to his adult trials.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound from the grass beside him, and a tall and strong hound suddenly sprang out, its pitch-black fur almost blending into the night.

Before Gudella came back to his senses, the hound had already jumped in front of Donald Jr., and bit the tongue that was entangled with his ankle.

Gudella's eyes were staring straight, and the sharp pain from his tongue almost made him faint on the spot. With a flick of his wrist, the spear lost its aim, and stuck close to Donald Jr.'s head and poked the ground.

This sudden turn of events made Gudella startled and angry. Enduring the continuous tearing pain from his tongue, he swung his spear and tried to stab the creature that jumped out from nowhere and bit his tongue and refused to let go. vicious dog.

Suddenly there was a gunshot in the night sky.

Blood spurted from Gudla's right arm, and the spear dropped to the ground.

Ted Pinkerton followed the police dog Carl and rushed out of the grass. With a flick of his wrist, the cane in his palm flashed with magical aura, and in an instant it turned into a slender and sharp rapier.

Mr. Detective strode up to Guddra and drove his sword deep into the boggard's bulging belly.

Facing this enchanted blade, the boggard's inlaid leather armor was like a flimsy piece of paper, vulnerable to a single blow.

The moment Guadela hit the sword, his body trembled violently, like a deflated ball, and collapsed to the ground.