Green Monster Epic

Chapter 139: The Mantis and the Cicada

Boban was furious, not only at his own defeat but also at his own pathetic and terrified state when facing the assassin that night.

He, Boban, was a proud and powerful hyena-man, a descendant of the great hyena-man king, Yeenoghu.

How could he lose the dignity befitting a strongman in front of a mere sneak attacker?

Even now, recalling the scene, Boban couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

The mark left by the opponent's dagger, with its cold, gleaming blade, as it slashed across his neck, was still unforgettable.

If it hadn't been for the aura emanating from the other party, which awakened Boban from his murderous intent, causing him to lean back less than an inch at the first moment, he might have ended up dying on his own bed, and there would have been no subsequent defeat.

Boban was certain that the gnoll who assassinated him was definitely connected to that bastard, Nassen.

However, he had no proof.

If he could prove that the assassin was connected to Nassen, then perhaps he could have persuaded the tribesmen of the Ivan tribe to allow him to challenge Nassen again.

The hyena-man chieftain competition had never had a precedent of outsiders participating, and the proud and xenophobic hyena-man warriors would never allow outsiders to interfere in the tribe's most sacred challenge.

Now, Boban was just a stray dog in Nassen's eyes, unable to reveal his whereabouts easily in front of Nassen.

Otherwise, the extremely vengeful hyena-man might bring a large number of warriors to hunt him down until he died before him.

"I told you to go outside and find something to eat, and you're dawdling for half a day before coming back!"

Feeling displeased, Boban kicked over the female hyena-man who had just entered the cave, scattering many of the berries and wild vegetables she had picked.

"It's always these things.

We're hyena-men; what's with eating vegetarian every day?"

Although he had become a wanderer, Boban was still an advanced professional, so he wasn't worried about basic sustenance as long as he was willing to lower himself to hunt.

However, even now, Boban had not stepped down from his position as a high-ranking leader, delegating the task of finding food to the female he had picked up from the wilderness.

As for himself, he hid in the cave to heal while continuing to improve his strength, intending to regain everything he had lost.

The female hyena-man on the ground didn't dare to retaliate; she could only stand up timidly, gather the scattered food, and crawl to the jars and pots in the corner of the cave, quickly starting a fire to cook.

Although he was in a wandering phase, Boban had not actually left his original tribe's territory but was wandering near the old site of the original tribal village.

Anyway, the tribesmen had all been taken away by that guy Nassen, and they wouldn't come back to check on this place in a short time.

"Whoosh, whoosh! Whoosh!"

Boban's nose twitched, inhaling several mouthfuls of air, and then revealing a hint of surprise.

A different aura had appeared around their cave.

"Heh heh, I just didn't have any meat to eat, and you barged in here yourself."

Boban twisted his waist and stood up.

His body had become a little stiff from lying in the cave for the past few days.

The sudden appearance of an animal's aura was perfect for him to loosen his bones and have a big meal of meat.

"Stop messing with those things.

I'll go out and catch some prey to bring back!"

Glancing at the dirty and weak female with disgust, Boban picked up the mace on the ground and walked out.

There was only one animal aura, without any companions.

Boban was very confident in his nose.

Basically, most hyena-men's noses were very sensitive and could detect animal auras within 200 yards.

What made Boban particularly outstanding was that he could distinguish the differences in the auras of different creatures within a range of 500 yards.

Thanks to the sensitivity of his nose, he was able to dodge in time during the attack that night.

Although he paid the price of having his arm scratched and poisoned, he managed to save his life.

Following the direction from which the aura came, Boban quickly found the other party's location.

It was a bush more than 400 yards away.

In the seemingly unremarkable bushes, Boban was convinced that there was definitely prey lurking, quietly observing his former tribal site in the distance.

It was just that this village no longer had the hustle and bustle of the past, leaving only a piece of tranquility and desolation.

Boban was very cautious.

The other party was quietly observing the old site of the village, so it was very likely that they were related to Nassen.

However, the aura coming from the other party proved that they would definitely not be an unhygienic and foul-smelling hyena-man, because the other party, apart from their body odor and slight sweat, had no other bad smells, which seemed to contradict the living habits of ordinary wilderness natives.

Allen didn't know that his whereabouts had already been exposed.

He was still hiding in the bushes, quietly observing this village site that was gradually being reoccupied by green plants and desert.

It seemed that his prediction was correct.

The population growth of the hyena-man tribe not far to the south did indeed come from the annexation of this hyena-man tribe.

However, it seemed that the price they paid should not be small.

The original population of the two tribes was definitely more than that before.

It was thought that there should have been fierce fighting during the annexation process, and both sides suffered losses.

After observing for a while and not finding any traces of hyena-men, Allen stood up and revealed his true face.

Just as he was about to leave, suddenly a gust of wind descended from the sky.

Without hesitation, Allen took several steps to the right, dodging a javelin that shot towards him, while his longsword was already drawn, turning to face the direction from which the javelin flew.

"Heh heh, damn green skin, die for me!"

Boban let out a strange cry, excitedly waving his mace and killing his way forward, smashing the hammer down on Allen's head.

"Clang!"

As the sword and hammer clashed, the force on Allen's sword was not too heavy, but he held the longsword diagonally, deflecting the force along the direction the mace fell, and with a turn of the sword, he changed from迎击锤头 to pressing the hammerhead down to the ground.

Having finally encountered a hyena-man, Allen also wanted to understand the situation and was preparing to capture the opponent to inquire about some information.

"I'm going to tear you apart, green skin!"

Boban was not someone to be trifled with.

The other party actually looked down on him!

Wanting to disarm his weapon, how could he let him have his way?

The force in his hand pulled back, and the hammer and sword drew a spark.

After a round of grappling, Allen's plan failed, and Boban regained control of his weapon.

After a round of probing, both sides had some psychological estimates.

Without further hesitation, they each brought out their best state and killed each other.

For a time, the flashes of swords and shadows, sparks flying everywhere, were accompanied by countless flying sand and rocks, enveloping this land.