Bab 319: Chapter 15 Deathmatch_3

"It shouldn't have gone far!" the old Hunter shouted encouragement to everyone.

Following the blood and signs of destruction, a group of riders, each armed, carefully searched the wooded area.

The bear's movements seemed to be slowing, staggering; the trihedral spearhead made the wound difficult to close, and instead of diminishing, the blood trail in the forest was actually increasing.

However, the dense vegetation seriously hindered the riders' progress, and it was extremely easy to lose sight, inevitably causing the team to stretch out.

The normally peaceful forest now felt exceptionally dangerous in the hearts of everyone.

"Sir! Look! Someone made a mark!" Ralph suddenly pointed to a freshly exposed tree trunk.

"There might be militiamen ahead of us chasing that thing." Winters took the firelock out of the saddlebag, "Keep chasing!"