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Golan Forest.

Mark nimbly stepped on the branches, leaping and weaving among them, never daring to pause for a moment.

Suddenly, behind him, trees crashed and splintered, and flocks of birds took flight in fright.

A wooden stick, as thick as a wrist, came crashing down with a whooshing sound.

Mark, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head and suddenly lowered his body.

The stick grazed his back and slammed down three meters in front of him, sending dirt and wood chips flying everywhere.

Mark didn't look back; he spun around abruptly and ran in another direction.

A miniature version of the Void Blue Totem stands on his shoulder, its floating eye fixed on what's behind him—yes, he really does have eyes in the back of his head!

In the view of the "Eye of Surveillance"—

The massive, grayish-brown ogre, seeing that its attack had missed, casually uprooted a small tree nearby, and with a flick of its wrists, broke off the branches and peeled off the bark from the trunk, instantly turning it into a rough javelin.

Immediately afterwards, the cannibal took a half step back, twisted his waist, raised his arm, and threw it in one smooth motion.

The wooden javelin flew from his hand with a piercing whistle that tore through the air, like a siege ballista firing straight at him.

Mark pushed off with his feet, fully activating "catapult start," and his body darted out to the side, barely avoiding this terrifying attack.

Boom!

The stick smashed a sizable crater in the spot where he had just stood.

But this is only the beginning.

Sticks, boulders, and even roe deer that had accidentally run into a car were all thrown at us one after another.

But Mark always managed to escape danger.

While the "Eye of Surveillance" on Mark's shoulder certainly played a significant role, his other abilities also contributed greatly.

"Launch start" provides him with amazing jumping power.

"Wild running" ensured that his physical exertion did not affect his movements.

Combined with his 10 points of agility, his physical flexibility and reaction speed ensure that he can move nimbly in the forest.

But these alone are far from enough.

Because it is controlled by the Slime King in the brain core, the ogre has the ability to predict the future, and every attack is aimed at its landing point.

However, there are ways to deal with it.

Mark switched his skill to the first level, "Feather Fall," using the irregular time spent in the air to create a rhythm difference between "fast and slow attacks."

This is the main reason why Mark was able to effectively evade the ogre's ranged attacks.

However, his current situation remains perilous. Every dodge is like dancing on a blade, and the slightest carelessness could result in his annihilation.

Mark felt the pressure increase sharply, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he mentally calculated—

Henry and the others should be far away by now; it's time to think about how to get away.

It's definitely not realistic to chase each other through the forest.

Putting aside the ogres' physical strength, the forest itself is fraught with danger and could easily attract the covetous eyes of other monsters.

The road ahead is unknown, and pursuers are behind us; we are caught in a dilemma.

At that moment, Mark noticed the towering mountain walls to his side, hundreds of meters high, one after another, like a barrier erected by the earth, and an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

Mark suddenly turned around, leaped onto the cliff, grabbed the protruding rocks with both hands, and began to climb upwards.

Below, the ogre chased to the mountainside, looked up at the increasingly smaller figure, and angrily threw several wooden stakes.

Mark's eye on his shoulder detected the attack trajectory in advance, and then he swayed his body like a swing to dodge each attack.

The cannibal became even angrier, tilting its head back and opening its mouth to unleash a mental wave.

But just then, a bolt of crossbow bolt crackling with lightning pierced straight into the ogre's forehead!

The cannibal felt an electric current coursing through his body, causing numbness, and his prepared mental energy dissipated.

Mark gripped the rock with one hand, held the crossbow in the other, and gave a provocative smile as he looked down.

"Big Fatty! Hehe!"

As if it understood Mark's words, the ogre's eyes darted around wildly, then suddenly stopped. It threw down its spiked club, leaped onto the cliff face, and began to climb using both its hands and feet.

Mark's expression turned serious upon seeing this.

Okay, okay, so the track and field event has turned into a rock climbing event, huh?

I'd like to see what you, this big fatso, are capable of.

Then, two figures, one tall and one short, engaged in a frantic climbing competition on the cliff.

But not long after, Mark sensed something was wrong and glanced down—

The cannibal was just over twenty meters below, and it was getting closer and closer!

He was astonished.

Ogres are creatures of low intelligence and clumsy limbs, making it impossible for them to perform such delicate actions as climbing cliffs—it must be the work of the Brain Core Slime King.

But Mark didn't panic. Instead, he sneered, pulled out his crossbow, and once again activated the "Witchcraft Arrow," aiming it at the huge figure below and pulling the trigger.

call out!

The crossbow bolt skimmed along the stone wall, sending sparks and lightning flying as it hurtled toward the ogre's head.

Just before it was about to hit, the ogre suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a glob of transparent, sticky liquid.

pat!

The crossbow bolts were stuck to the stone wall.

Mark was speechless.

"This actually works?!"

The subsequent rock climbing competition turned into a props competition.

Mark casts an arrow and a spell, while the ogre spits; the two fight back and forth.

But Mark soon realized that this couldn't go on.

We must change our strategy as soon as possible.

He looked up at the mountaintop so close at hand, his eyes resolute—now the only option was to take a risk.

Immediately, Mark pushed off with both legs, launched himself into the air, grabbed a rock on the mountaintop, and was the first to reach the summit.

Suddenly, a completely different scene unfolded before my eyes, revealing a view entirely different from the outer circle.

The sky was low and oppressive, and the dark forest was deathly silent, without the sound of birds or beasts. Through the gaps in the trees, it seemed as if countless gazes were fixed upon him.

Click!

The sound of rocks breaking came from behind.

Mark knew he couldn't just stand there, so he randomly chose a direction and plunged into the forest.

The next second, a thick, powerful hand slammed down and shattered the rocks on the mountaintop, and a massive body slowly rose to the top.

But the ogre didn't rush to chase the insect. Instead, it cautiously surveyed the forest before it, then opened its mouth and extended a long, thin, transparent, forked tongue from between its jagged fangs, gently licking the air.

The cannibal's expression immediately became very confused.

That unique, cool, resting feeling... why is it getting closer to me?

However, it soon found out the answer.

Mark walked out of the forest on his own, waving at it with an embarrassed expression.

"Big Fatty!"

The cannibal was enraged, but froze the moment he saw what was behind Mark—

Behind Mark were dozens of dire wolves, each the size of a calf, baring their teeth and growling, shoving him forward, while countless crimson lights rose up in the surrounding darkness.

"Awooo—!"

A mournful wolf howl shattered the silence in the distance.

The howls of wolves rose and fell, growing ever closer.

The wolf pack spontaneously split to the left and right, making way for a tall, muscular figure standing upright to slowly emerge—it was a powerful werewolf.

The werewolf was only a dozen feet shorter than the ogre, but its body was muscular and well-proportioned, covered in black hair with reddish tips, and its claws, which hung down to its knees, gleamed coldly.