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Thinking, this is Mr.Cyclone's only weapon now.

As he watched the approaching figure step by step in the distance, Mr.Cyclone pulled his horse to a stop when it ran out of the forest.

"Is it...?"

The old doctor simply asked, and even if Mr.Cyclone didn't answer, the answer was quite obvious.

The giant monster that should have fallen into the abyss crawled back up and chased after Mr.Cyclone.

He couldn't let the monster get close, that was what Mr.Cyclone originally planned to do.

Even if he really had to fight, he would lead the monster away first and let Little Dragon and the others handle it.

However, as Mr.Cyclone's mind was spinning, a question suddenly popped up.

Right!? Why... is it here?

They had already left behind a long distance on the other side of the abyss, so in theory, they shouldn't know which way Mr.Cyclone escaped to.

As the question was asked, the answer appeared in his mind as well.

A simple memory reminded Mr.Cyclone that when the monster was searching for the old doctor, it was smelling something.

Mr.Cyclone turned his head and looked at the old doctor behind him.

"Young... young man, what are you doing here! Run quickly?!"

Facing Mr.Cyclone who was looking at him, the old doctor shouted loudly and was also forcefully pushed off the horse by Mr.Cyclone.

As the old doctor was pushed off the horse, he laid on the ground.

"This... this is..."

When pushing the old doctor, Mr.Cyclone also tore his coat apart, a coat stained with seventy percent of blood.

Holding the blood-soaked cloth in his hand, Mr.Cyclone looked at the old doctor.

"Run!! Go to Brother Gu's house!! Call my wife!!"

With a light kick, Mr.Cyclone urged the horse to charge into the forest again.

His hands were trembling, and Mr.Cyclone couldn't even imagine himself bravely charging back into the forest like this.

But it was possible, Mr.Cyclone laughed.

Calculating in his mind, it was highly possible that the monster was tracking them by the smell of blood.

When Mr.Cyclone passed by it directly in front, it squinted its eyes at him.

This might indicate that the monster's vision itself wasn't very good.

It's possible!!

Mr.Cyclone didn't really want to fight the monster, he just needed to lead it further away from the village and then abandon this bait, and the mission would be accomplished.

Not running directly towards the monster, but running diagonally away from it.

Watching the birds fly up, listening to the trembling of the earth, calculating the monster's current position.

Slowly becoming confident in his analysis, the monster's running direction started to change.

It turned towards Mr.Cyclone when the sound approached nearby.

Suddenly, the monster jumped out beside him, trying to catch Mr.Cyclone.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!"

Mr.Cyclone lowered his body and avoided the monster's huge hand.

Just like before, the monster had a moment of imbalance due to the force and inertia.

But it quickly regained its balance and immediately adjusted its posture, chasing after Mr.Cyclone again.

However, Mr.Cyclone already understood.

Because he abandoned the old doctor, the horse's speed increased.

This time, the monster behind him was getting further and further away, unable to catch up.

Mr.Cyclone had already taken control of the situation, even if he pulled away, the monster accurately followed the direction change of Mr.Cyclone.

But at this speed, he could gradually widen the distance between him and the monster, and then Mr.Cyclone would drop the blood-soaked cloth and successfully lure away the monster.

"Amazing!! Brother Ma, your speed is incredible, I'll give you good food and accommodation when we get back!! Are you really taking that monster with you!?"

Just as he felt excited for the victory of this battle, suddenly there was a strong vibration, as if the horse had stepped on some mechanism.

A net made of ropes sprung up from the ground.

Luckily, the horse's speed was even faster than the sudden contraptions, so it jumped and avoided them in an instant. The horse was fine, but Mr. Cyclone, who was sitting on top, was thrown off. He rolled on the ground twice, and just as he regained his senses, the horse had already run away. "..."

Looking at the warhorse that he had just praised, Mr. Cyclone shouted angrily, "Damn it!! Come back here!!!" As he shouted, a little monster jumped out of the grass. It was even smaller than Mr. Cyclone, wearing tattered green clothes. Mr. Cyclone knew this kind of creature, they were called goblins, forest residents. They were a very small and weak species that Mr. Cyclone used to play with and bully in the past. Although the goblin was holding a wooden stick, Mr. Cyclone was not afraid at all because he knew since before that these creatures were just as weak as they seemed on the surface. Moreover, this goblin was even skinnier and weaker than Mr. Cyclone remembered, as if it had been starving for a while.

But all of this was not something he should be thinking about right now. Mr. Cyclone looked at the horse disappearing into the distance and took a deep breath. "If I see you again, I'll deep fry you for sure!" At that moment, Mr. Cyclone could feel the ground shaking becoming increasingly closer behind him.

As the "Hero of Allen," all Mr. Cyclone could do now was to run desperately while shedding tears. "Damn it!! Save me!!!" ***