Primitive Man

Chapter 70: Not today

Garnt's instincts kicked in as he refused to back down, facing Moga's menacing glare head-on. He knew that running now might be the wisest option, but he had a village to protect and a promise to fulfil also deep inside he wanted to see the blood of Moga.

"Stop ignoring me!" As Moga shouted, seeing Garnt and Rona talking with each other, things got even more intense.

Ignoring Moga's threats, Garnt attempted to make a break for it, hoping to lead Rona to safety. However, Moga was not about to let them escape so easily.

With a swift and angry motion, he grabbed a nearby stone crusher that he was carrying and hurled it towards Garnt. The heavy object whizzed past him, narrowly missing his head but striking the wooden wall behind him with a thunderous crash.

*Boom

"Garnt, are you okay?" Worried about Garnt, Rona shouted but he nodded his head showing it was just a close call. Garnt quickly regained his composure, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized how narrowly he had escaped serious injury.

Dust and splinters from the shattered wall surrounded him as he took a deep breath to steady himself.

Outside the wall, Garnt glimpsed the chaos unfolding as his fellow villagers fought off the attacking wolves. He clicked his tongue in frustration, realizing that his people needed him too. He turned to Rona, determination in his eyes, and urged her to run and help them on behalf of her.

"I'll handle this," he said firmly. "You go, and I'll catch up."

Rona hesitated, torn between her desire to help and her newfound trust in Garnt. But ultimately, she knew she couldn't fight with people on her back and those villagers needed someone to lead them. She nodded and sprinted away, vowing to return to assist Garnt once she had ensured her own safety.

Moga tried to stop Rona from going back, but Garnt quickly picked up the half-broken stone crusher that Moga had thrown and hurled it back with full force while carrying Baktou.

"Ugh, this is so hard." Even for Garnt, doing something like this takes a heavy toll on his body.

Moga being the prideful idiot tried to catch it, but before he could do that, the whole thing crumbled since Garnt had thrown it with such force. Shards of stone rained down around Moga as he yelped and ducked for cover.

Garnt decided to confront Moga directly. In a daring move, he took out a sharp thorn infused with poison and jabbed it into Moga's hand taking advantage of the confusion.

Moga released a sharp cry of pain as the poison quickly took effect. He felt his hand go numb, and his fingers became unresponsive. Panic and shock washed over him as he realized the severity of the situation.

He attempted to flex his fingers, but they remained still as if they were made of stone themselves.

"What did you do? I will kill you," Moga screamed, as he felt his hand going numb.

But as he closed the distance, his heart skipped a beat. He noticed a distinct white-furred wolf, standing between him and Rona. It was unlike any wolf he had ever seen before. Its eyes were piercing and intelligent, and its presence seemed strangely commanding.

[That is-]

Even Eva paused for a moment seeing this majestic looking Cenzoic fang wolf, who had fur covering its body, unlike any other wolf they had ever seen.

Its pure white fur glistened in the soft starlight, accentuating its powerful, well-built body, and giving it an almost ethereal, regal aura that left everyone in awe.

Garnt skidded to a halt, locking eyes with the enigmatic white wolf. For a brief moment, it felt as though time itself had frozen. Rona, her sword poised and ready, also halted her attack, casting a perplexed glance at Garnt. She couldn't understand why he had intervened in such an unusual manner.

"Garnt, what are you doing? Get back! That wolf will attack you." She shouted worried about Garnt's safety.

The white wolf regarded Garnt with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. It seemed to be evaluating him, searching for something in his gaze. In that frozen moment, a strange connection seemed to form between the two, an unspoken understanding that transcended the chaos of the battle.

Rona was confused for a few seconds, but then she realized something was strange. She couldn't comprehend why Garnt was risking himself in such an unusual manner.

Garnt, however, didn't break eye contact with the white wolf. His voice was steady as he replied, "Rona, don't worry. I know this wolf."

Rona scowled, thinking Garnt was delirious from the chaos of the battle. "Know this wolf? Garnt, this is no time for jokes! Let's quickly deal with it"

But before she could finish her sentence, the white wolf made a sudden, graceful leap towards Garnt. Rona's heart raced, fearing it would attack him. She screamed in fear for her friend.

"Gaaaarnt! Get away from that animal," It was a voice that came from pure desperation.

Yet, to her astonishment, the white wolf didn't attack. Instead, it landed beside Garnt and began to gently nuzzle and lick his face. Rona's jaw dropped in disbelief as she watched this bewildering display of affection.

"What is happening here? What is this" Rona muttered, completely perplexed by the wolf's behavior.

Garnt, his face covered in wolf slobber, couldn't help but chuckle. "Rona, meet Maro. She used to be my friend back when I was living in the wilderness. To be more accurate, when we were a small group."

Rona's eyes widened in amazement. She had never heard Garnt mention a wolf friend before, and this situation was beyond anything she could have imagined.

"Ahhhh~ I don't even know what's happening anymore, but why am I not surprised by this?" Holding her head, Rona questioned and Garnt decided to end things before they got too complicated.