Chapter 161: Thun of Raston Empire 1

Chapter 161: Thun of Raston Empire 1

"It is coming for us," Rosalind said. She looked back to where the others were and then towards the Duke. "It might be coming for this little one."

"A beast" he uttered while looking at her intently. It was as if he was observing her, trying to stare into her soul.

"I don't have time to explain." She approached the little tiger, picked it up then held the Duke's hand. "We should go."

"That is not where the carriages are."

"We have no time, " Rosalind said as she started pulling him away from where the carriages were waiting. The Duke could easily fight the beast coming for them, but she did not want to drag the others into this fight. "We need to get away."

To her surprise, the man just let her guide him away from the carriage.

"The snow is thick we can use the trees if you want to."

"Use the trees?" she looked up. The branches of the trees around them were at least three to four meters high.

"Let's go," he held her waist, pulled her against his body then jumped up to the nearest branch.

"How" this was not the first time that she saw him do something like this but she still could not understand how was he able to jump that high. Was he a hybrid of a human and a beast? She heard that the people of the North could do all sorts of things, but it was not something a human could easily do.

Without saying a word, he jumped to the next branch then onto the next.

"There is a problem," Rosalind said. The beast actually stopped moving toward them. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

"What is it?"

"Can't you sense that?" she asked.

"What?" he looked confused.

Now that she was closer, she could now clearly see the beast.

The beast looked like a dog but bigger, and it had wings and two horns on its head. Its eyes were red and there was a noticeable circular object on its tail. The object looked like a black rock except it had spikes?

Rosalind shivered when the spike hit one of the people fighting against it. The man was thrown against a nearby tree, vomited blood then fainted. There were spikes lodged in the man's black clothing.

The dog let out a deep guttural growl before it avoided someone's sword and then attacked another man nearby.

"That is a different type of wolf," Lucas said. "Smaller than normal wolves yet fiercer. They do not run in packs but they could easily kill ten men. Their skins are as thick as iron and even a weapon made from the North cannot easily penetrate them. However, this wolf is weak because of its age. It should be only a few months old."

Rosalind nodded. She saw one man attack the dog from behind but when the sword hit the dog's skin, it broke. It actually broke! This was the skin of a beast that was only a few months old!

"But those people are not trying to kill that wolf," Lucas uttered.

"What do you mean?"

"They clearly have the skill to kill it. Instead, they are trying to hit its legs and tail. They might be trying to capture it."

"Capturing a demonic beast?" One hit from a demonic beast could give them a curse. Were they out of their minds?

"Yes."

As if on cue, one of the guys who were fighting the beast shouted. "We don't have time! Cripple it! Target the legs and get rid of that tail!"

"They know what they are doing," the Duke muttered. "Cutting the tail could easily cripple a wolf like that."

Rosalind frowned before she glanced at the little tiger in her hand. "You said that the red tiger earlier was injured by someone?" she asked. He specifically said 'someone'.

"A sword wielder," Lucas said. "But the one who injured the tiger is not one of them."

"Her Blessedness is coming! Hurry!" one of the men fighting against the wolf said. "Hurry! Cripple it!"