"Rumble—rumble!"
Seeing that the leader of the Beedrill was at the end of its strength, the herd of Tauros launched another charge without hesitation.
As the stampede drew closer, the Beedrill leader showed no intention of dodging.
"Buzz!"
It let out a sharp cry toward the rear of its territory, then rushed forward to meet them head-on.
Go! The future of our lineage is in your hands.
"Whoosh—whoosh!"
Instead of trying to kill, the Beedrill leader focused entirely on stalling for time. It pushed its speed to the limit, weaving through the charging herd.
"Bang! Bang!"
"Moooo!"
Amid the chaos, it looked like a dancer walking a tightrope—darting into the air, slipping through narrow gaps between horns, barely avoiding death each time.
But through his binoculars, Icarus could tell the truth.
The Beedrill leader was already on its last legs.
"Buzz… buzz…"
Hovering in midair, it panted heavily. Its body was covered in wounds, one wing partially torn, and both stingers stained dark red—whether with its own blood or Tauros', it was impossible to tell.
"Moo! Moo!"
Seeing it take to the air again, the Tauros leader suddenly changed tactics. It turned and signaled a charge toward the rear of the territory.
It was a feint.
Only a minute or two had passed—there was no way the Weedle and Kakuna behind had fully retreated.
"It's a trap…" Icarus muttered under his breath. "This Beedrill is doomed."
Even as he said that, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
Maybe I can even pick up an elite-level Beedrill corpse…
In the distance, the Tauros feigned retreat.
The Beedrill leader hesitated for only a fraction of a second.
It knew.
But it still had to go.
"Whoosh—!"
Without even catching its breath, it dove back down.
"Moo!"
The Tauros leader bellowed triumphantly and immediately reorganized the herd for another attack.
"Bang! Rumble!"
"Puff!"
"Boom!"
Dust filled the air as the battle erupted once more. Even through the chaos, Icarus could see the Beedrill leader being overwhelmed.
"Bang!"
Finally, a Tauros slammed into it with its horns, sending the already weakened Beedrill flying out of the encirclement.
"Crash!"
It hit a tree hard, then slowly struggled back to its feet. Using its last remaining strength, it propped itself up on a single arm.
It turned its head one final time—toward the retreating figures in the distance—and gave a faint nod.
"Buzz…"
I wasn't a good leader… I couldn't protect you. Live on…
The next moment—
"Thud!"
Its body collapsed.
It would never rise again.
In truth, it had already reached its limit long ago. It had only endured this long through sheer willpower—for the sake of its people.
Now that it could no longer see them…
It let go.
"Moo!"
The Tauros erupted in victorious cries.
The young leader strode forward slowly, eyes full of pride. It raised its hoof—
"Crack!"
—and crushed the Beedrill leader's head without hesitation.
"Moo! Moo!"
So what if it was elite? A bug is still a bug!
Its earlier rage had completely faded, replaced by triumph. Killing this elite opponent had firmly reestablished its dominance within the herd.
Lowering its head, it hooked the corpse onto its horns and tossed it onto its back.
A trophy.
Proof of its victory.
"Moo! Moo!"
It roared again, signaling the herd.
We have won!
The Tauros began gathering their injured and dead, hoisting them onto their backs as they prepared to return.
Some showed brief sadness for fallen comrades—but overall, the mood remained celebratory.
From his hiding spot, Icarus counted quickly.
Only four or five dead.
Most had fallen to the Beedrill leader's earlier poison attacks. The rest were wounded, but not fatally.
"Moo!"
After hastily regrouping, the herd began withdrawing toward their territory.
Hidden deep in the thorn bushes, Icarus held his breath.
Don't notice me… don't notice me…
Fortunately, the herd didn't linger.
Even after they left, Icarus waited several more minutes before stepping out.
"Pidgeotto, go—grab the honeycomb from the hive!"
"Beep!"
"Victreebel, collect the bodies—take anything you can!"
"Moo~"
"Faster! We've got maybe two or three minutes!"
The smell of blood would attract scavengers soon.
As he worked quickly, Icarus made a firm decision—
Don't get greedy.
Once the honey was secured—
They would leave immediately.
Because in this world—
weakness isn't just a flaw.
It's a death sentence.
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