Although the rumbling sounds of hundreds of hoofs hitting the ground fell into his ears, Asher wasn't distracted from his search for Eritrea.
He quickly found her some meters ahead, and when the ovok he mounted reached there, he grabbed her arm, brought her to the ovok he mounted, and leaped off the ovok with a weak, bleeding Eritrea in his grasp.
Thud!
They landed close to the wall. Asher looked at the panting ranger, who was bleeding from her right leg.
Roar!
Upon hearing the roar again, Asher turned and saw a snow white bear that had ice spikes protruding out of its limbs and back engaged in a fearsome battle against an ovok. The bear had already killed five big ones and was about to kill the sixth one.
"A desolate winter bear!"
Asher gasped.
"Your Lordship."
