The boar's eyes burned like red flames, its massive body like a moving armored jeep, each step seeming to make the earth tremble.
The several-ton giant began its charge, and the beast had long been corrupted by the Evil God, feeling neither pain nor fear. This creature wouldn't rank much lower than the Calidon Boar of Ancient Greece, at least a quasi-legendary creature.
Because it had been confined for so long, its anger was wantonly unleashed, and the speed of this giant beast, like an out-of-control jeep, began to soar.
Fafnir stood among the trees, the broken Holy Sword in her hand began to shimmer, the north wind rose abruptly, and the falling leaves swirled past the young lady's ears.
"Face the impact and fear, this is the first lesson of actual combat! Don't run away!" the little mage continued to speak from the side.
She gripped the Holy Sword tightly, and in the blink of an eye, the boar rushed to within 20 meters of her!
