adventurer killer

The Amazon was used to casualties, and she wasn't going to sit still.As she closed her eyes and thought about this long life, she felt what Grandma wanted her to feel.

"Get used to your opponent, Wanda, you have to know how to find the opening from your opponent's breath..." This is what her grandmother said when she was hunting with her grandmother when she was young, squatting in the wormwood.

She remembered that instead of using the spear or bow and arrows that the Amazons usually used, she used a weapon that was considered less honorable, the sling.

Her mother took her to the place where clouded leopards were said to be infested, and hibernated for three days. During that time, the humidity and sweltering heat of the tropical rainforest was a severe test for little Wanda.

Sometimes poisonous snakes would crawl down among the colorful poisonous coconut trees, wandering from her mother's shoulders to Wanda's neck, "Don't move, once it bites you, you will die."

Grandma's nose is straight forward, and her face is covered with mud. She looks forward without caring about her daughter's deformed face. This is Amazon education, and Wanda is still deeply impressed.

Grandma told her best fighters to be the fittest, and she played with the sling, locked the clouded leopard in its pupils, and delivered her demonstration blow.

But the implementation was not as smooth as her mother had imagined. After the stone hit the clouded leopard, it was only injured on the shoulder. The leopard was agile and flexible, and it floated like a cloud, reducing the impact.

The clouded leopard is also the fittest. It has rarely encountered opponents on these thousands of hectares of land. It has shredded too many enemies with its fangs and claws. It found that the mother and daughter of the Amazon would not be slower.

Wanda was terrified of the way the clouded leopard looked when it turned its head. After hitting a stone, it hurt its shoulder and back, bleeding profusely.

Two pairs of flickering white light spots, one fast and one slow down.

The clouded leopard came straight to this side, moving like thunder, and the lightning flew quickly. It didn't care whether the opponent was lying in ambush there, and its scissored tail swept down the bushes.

The Amazon rolled sideways with her daughter in her arms, wading across streams and over moss-covered rotten logs with a speed that barely touched the ground.

Clouded Leopard followed closely, during which Wanda caught the sling thrown by her mother: "This is a good learning opportunity, Wanda, aim at its head."

Wanda still remembers Grandma's tense arm as she climbed. She smelled reassuringly sweaty, and Wanda's tiny head rested on her shoulder.

It's not that she hasn't learned slinging, on the contrary, she has always been overconfident in her sling's accuracy, at least hitting those immovable clay pots in the camp.

Now, the clouded leopard followed the two of them, its figure dashed left and right, and a streak of lightning white refracted and refracted, releasing an incomparable primitive wildness.

"But, Mom, I don't know if it will provoke it!" Wanda put the stone into the leather bag of the sling, and stirred the palm of his hand to let it swing in circles to accumulate energy, "What if I can't hit it?"

"What did I just tell you?" Her mother didn't seem impatient. A woman in leather armor trekked through mountains and rivers in the rainforest, flying up and down, but her breathing didn't seem short of breath.

"Uh, you, you said that I have to get used to my opponent and find the opening from the opponent's breathing..." The little girl raised her small arms, and the mother's shoulder was a good support point.

But the clouded leopard is really cunning, its cold gaze emerged from its constantly shifting shadow, and stretched into two candles.

"That's right, it's about breathing." Grandma responded.

"But, we are so far away, how can I hear it breathe?" Wanda expressed her doubts on her face. She had a big head, and her wrists were sore from throwing the sling.

"Look with your heart." This is so suspenseful, look with your heart?What should I look at?Grandma didn't even say, "Remember when you hit those clay pots, did you aim with your heart?"

Yeah, clay pots don't breathe, so I can hit it.When I put all my thoughts on the side of "Smash it!", there seems to be a subtlety of mind-to-heart connection.

However, the clouded leopard can breathe and move around, how can I hit it?Maybe, just think "Hit it!", and let the inner world be empty and peaceful.

At that time, Wanda didn't know the meaning of openness and tranquility. She just put the clouded leopard on the vertical path of the sling. Although it was always swaying, she had already maintained the angle.

"Just think, hit it, and go." Really?Its markings were white and gray, and it was not as well camouflaged as a boa constrictor when it moved between trees.

It was a very obvious target, "I'm aiming at it..." Wanda told herself, and it fell silent, besides the noise of the sling, there were other sounds beside her ears.

Clouded Leopard's heartbeat was really steady and powerful, like a ball wrapped in oil paper, when it was thrown to the ground, it bounced back and made a muffled airbag echo, louder than a drumbeat.

Wanda made a move, no matter where the clouded leopard was, the stone seemed to have eyes and flew into its flickering figure, and then there was a scream, and the clouded leopard fell far away.

It was bleeding from its forehead, and lying on the ground, the illusion of cloud and mist spread across the ground, making it almost impossible to see how big it is?The beast tried to get up several times, but failed.

It could only lift up its bloody head and scan the distance with its once sharp eyes. When it saw the two figures returning quietly, it bared its teeth wearily in warning.

"Go, give it a good time." Grandma handed a dagger to Wanda. "This is what you hunted." Her mother noticed that the little girl hesitated, and spoke again.

"I..." Yunbao looked in her direction, with hatred in his eyes boiling. "Yes, Grandma." It was impossible for Wanda to resist Grandma, even though she was not yet hard-hearted.

Hunting and training are two different things. She can be proficient in various weapons, and she can shoot targets without fail, but it is the first time she has stabbed a clouded leopard's neck with a knife to let the blood out.

"I know what you're thinking." Grandma said earnestly, "You think it's weak, right? Not necessarily, it still has enough strength to knock you down..."

"When you look at it with compassionate eyes, it must swear to kill you. Wanda, whenever you meet an enemy with such eyes, never show mercy."

What her mother said was the dogma Wanda had believed in for many years. She would never show mercy to her prey, so she was enraged by the clouded leopard's angry eyes, grabbed the dagger and walked up.

When she was young, she was insignificant in front of the clouded leopard's huge lying body, and it was not easy to find its neck.The little girl got down on the ground and made eye contact with the clouded leopard's lowered angle.

She maintained the posture of leaning over to visit, and gradually approached the clouded leopard. The latter kept threatening sounds, and it shook its paws from time to time, making the illusion of standing up.

The game with the prey also started at that time. She finally found the angle, gathered all her strength and stabbed the dagger—but the clouded leopard suddenly stood up.

How could it still have the strength to resist?Wanda didn't understand very much. Her mother told her that the clouded leopard probably had the strength to make another save, but now, it stood up with its head held high.

Except for the bleeding corner of the forehead, the beast showed no sign of weakness, and it stood up.Moreover, the cloud-lobed swaths of coat color that clouded leopards depend on for food are transformed into darkness.

His eyes that were full of anger just now turned red, and the passionate breath of life became cold and oppressive. It was infected by something, and it was no longer it.