Chapter 625: 　Youge

The roar of a strange beast sounded from behind, and Catherine's voice was not heard from beginning to end. But a breath is disappearing at a rapid rate, and Catherine's killing is precise and efficient. Allen secretly smiled bitterly, this young major general's source power level is roughly the same as that of Sergris, but far surpasses his so-called brother in combat art. Allen asked himself that it would be difficult to knock down Catherine head-on even if all his cards were revealed.
He can only find another way.
For Allen, the battle is not just a confrontation. He is not Regis, nor does he have the so-called chivalry. If necessary, he can be a surface boy wandering in the wild. Use guerrillas, traps, sneak attacks and other tactics to level his goal.
These are what Allen is good at, and the Wintergreen Forest is his real stage. It's just that Catherine is not a waiter. Just because she and Ellen have similar experiences, it is enough for Ellen to deal with her with full energy.
Allen can be sure that her experience in field travel is as rich as her own.
The wind rose suddenly.
Catherine had caught up, and Ellen secretly estimated that it took her about twelve seconds to settle the beasts. This gave Alan a new understanding of her strength.
Allen galloped at full speed, without retaining any source of physical energy, pushing forward at the limit speed he could achieve. There are several high slopes and countless trees along the way, and no matter what obstacles, he can't stop him. Catherine's speed is not fast, which can be seen from her fighting style. She belongs to the kind of strong man with delicate tactics, once caught in her continuous offensive, it is like a bug falling into a spider web. If you can't break the battle with strength, she will slowly eat away.
She is indeed astonishing speed in the movement of a small space. But this kind of straight running is obviously not what she is good at. This can be seen from the fading of the wind behind her, and Catherine gradually distanced him. But if Allen spends all his power on running, he will undoubtedly be overtaken by Catherine in the end. After all, Catherine's level is not a decoration, her source is much deeper than Alan.
Alan can match the 25th level when he goes all out
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The strong, but it does not mean that his source power has 25 levels. It is only by superimposing many external factors that he can achieve his superior combat power. If these things are removed, only the source force of the nineteenth level is always his shortcoming. This shortcoming will be constantly amplified when encountering high-level powerhouses.
While running, Allen's head was also thinking at high speed. Each plan came to mind, and he kept vetoing it. In the end, only one plan was adopted by him. He began to slow down and consolidate his energy. Sure enough, as soon as he slowed down, Catherine immediately speeded up, and the sound of breaking air in the rear tended to increase. Allen crossed another hillside, and underneath was a tree trunk running horizontally.
When Alan stepped on it, the trunk immediately sank a gap, which turned out to be hollow. With secret joy in his heart, his eyes swept across the snow, and he quickly caught a dead wood not far away. Allen tore off the material from the wound of the waist rib and wrapped the cloth stained with his blood on the dead wood. After looking back and estimating a little time, he violently threw the dead wood to the left.
The dead wood made a sharp cracking sound, while leaving the scent of Alan's blood perfectly in the air. Allen himself lifted a pile of snow on the ground and applied it to his wounds and other places, trying to hide his body odor before diving into the dead wood. Following the tightening of the source force, even the frequency of the heartbeat was also reduced. The nose was full of the smell of sawdust. At this moment, there was a click from the top of the tree trunk, and something trampled on it.
Alan looked through the irregular gap in the trunk, just in time to see Catherine falling into the snow with her back to him. He quickly withdrew his gaze so as not to attract Catherine's attention. A strong person of Catherine's level is very keen in perception, and one who is not good will be self-defeating. Catherine quickly flew in the direction of the dead wood and disappeared into the snow in a flash.
That kind of trap won't deceive her for long, and Allen immediately got out of the tree trunk and dived in the opposite direction. He lightened his steps and tried his best to choose trees or rocks to settle down, avoiding stepping on the snow and leaving footprints. After skimming a hundred meters so carefully, he ran wildly, leaving clear footprints on the snow. Soon, there was a clear scream from Catherine from behind.
(This chapter is not over, please turn the page) with a hint of anger. Apparently she had found herself fooled, and she was slightly angry at the moment.
Alan grinned, speeding away.
Catherine returned to the high and stopped abruptly after spinning around. Under her eyelids, the trunk of the tree lying horizontally under the has been eroded away, and some bark is scattered at the exit on the right. The inner side of the bark is still very rough, with fine wood thorns, apparently just falling off the trunk. Catherine squeezed a soft snort from her nostrils, made a decisive gesture, and swept in the direction the bark pointed out.
However, after tens of meters, Catherine found no trace. She couldn't help frowning. At this time, the voice of the adjutant sounded from the pocket communicator on the collar of the uniform: "General, you are not chasing in the wrong direction, he is right in front of you."
Catherine had a frosty face: "Are you watching me?"
"No, no, the subordinates don't dare. They just want to help the general end this game as soon as possible."
"Huh~EbookFREE.me~ It seems that Russen is pushing you very hard. I heard that this is not a game, at least not to me. You guys stay away, I don't want to hear you again Voice." Catherine took off the communicator and squeezed it with five fingers. The small device shattered immediately, giving birth to a plume of smoke. With a wave of her hand, Catherine threw the fragments on the snow, and then chased forward.
Alan flew silently from a low tree like a night crow. He slid through the low altitude and finally landed on the snow more than ten meters away. It rolled, leaving a shallow trace on the snow, but the person had already bounced. I immediately caught the sound of a stream of water in my ears, indicating that there was a river not far away. This is a great thing for him. If the river is big enough and fast enough, it would be great to get rid of chasing soldiers.
He followed the direction of the sound of water, and emerged from a small forest. Sure enough, a scaly wave of light leaped into his eyes, and a big river turned a bend in front of his eyes and rolled forward. Allen yelled for joy and jumped into the river with the blood hidden. With a plop, he fell into the water. The ice-cold river refreshed him, and now he swam forward along the river.
After swimming for a while, he simply dived into the river with a head dive and went away quickly.
(End of this chapter)
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