The Final Attack

"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."

Shande walked up to the half of the beehive Black Bear had left behind. A violent urge rose within him, and he desperately wanted to kick the hive away—never again in his life did he want to see anything related to beehives or black bears.

Just as he raised his foot, he changed his mind.

Shande slowly lowered his foot and pursed his lips. Then, he suddenly sat down beside the beehive. He picked it up, dipped his finger into the honey inside, and put it into his mouth.

He still could not taste any sweetness in the honey. All he could feel was a cool, viscous liquid flowing down his throat.

Yet as the honey entered his stomach, the agitation in his heart gradually subsided, turning into calm.

Shande kept eating the honey. Then, as if he had suddenly thought of something, a rare smile appeared on his face. He seemed to truly taste the honey's sweetness.

Just as he was about to eat another mouthful, Shande froze and turned to look toward a certain direction in the forest.

In his perception, dense whistling sounds rang out as numerous Wizards closed in on him from all sides.

Had they found him? It seemed the final moment had arrived.

He put his honey-covered finger into his mouth and sucked it clean. Shande calmly looked toward where they were coming from.

At that moment, his heart was very calm, because he had long expected this outcome.

So death was not that frightening after all.

Shande thought.

With a rustle, the branches in the woods shook in the next moment, and a figure emerged. It was Dolan, the short-haired woman. Behind her followed more than ten Wizards of various levels.

Wizards continued to emerge from the other directions as