Attack on Tyrannosaurus (1)

Veera had been developing intensive magic training over the past six months. In fact, several people had successfully developed powerful magic, with Thauren being one of them.

After being given a second chance, Thauren once again became the trusted right-hand man of the village chief.

His respected figure among senior hunters and his combat knowledge, particularly in weapon crafting, became a crucial foundation for strengthening the alhamera forces.

However, many failed to develop magical talents. Veera never agreed with the caste system proposed by Varokh, so when many suggested using those who failed as bait, Veera firmly rejected the idea.

Speaking of Varokh, the man suffered from an unending fever for two weeks, with his condition worsening by the day.

Zokan, the senior healer, immediately advised, "Let it any longer and his suffering will only worsen."

Because of this, Veera took matters into her own hands. She used the sharpest dagger they could find and sent Varokh to his mother's resting place.

The cremation process was filled with mixed emotions. The change of village leadership always left people questioning their next direction.

However, when they looked at Veera, they at least had hope.

Ten months passed. The giant monster never attacked them. Some assumed the creature might not actually know where they were. However, others claimed it was thanks to Veera, who might have awakened some unknown and powerful magic that made them seem invisible.

So, a week later, they set out to hunt with full optimism.

The alhamera party encountered the tyrannosaurus in the same spot.

The massive reptile, which had been sleeping, immediately sensed the presence of intruders approaching.

Its red eyes radiated an aura of death. Having faced and witnessed the creature's terror firsthand, Thauren couldn't help but shudder.

Veera patted his shoulder. "You're scared." That made Thauren even more tense.

If there was one thing he feared more than the T-rex, it was the new village chief.

He still remembered losing his arm exactly ten months ago. True, he had been healed and even offered the position of a hunting leader again.

However, Veera's presence was a more immediate and real threat. "Who's scared? I'm just... observing. Seeing if it shows any strange behavior."

"So?"

Thauren cleared his throat. "It's not."

"Good. Then we can start soon." Veera gave instructions to one of her subordinates.

The person immediately placed something at their lips and blew, producing a solemn hum.

Next, ten people trained in magic reinforcement emerged from the bushes, coordinated in their attack on the massive T-rex's legs. Once close, they simultaneously threw spears and arrows.

The T-rex roared. With a swift movement that almost made Thauren's heart stop, the beast lunged at the attackers.

They quickly retreated and turned to flee. The T-rex gave chase, but due to the dense underbrush, it could only roar in frustration as its annoying prey escaped.

"But... are you sure this will work? Your plan seems a bit—"

"Cowardice?"

Thauren swallowed hard. "I didn't say that, okay."

Veera chuckled. "It does seem like that. But we both know we don't stand a chance against it in a direct fight, do we? You've felt it yourself."

That was a memory Thauren didn't want to replay. He could still recall how his brother, Rhaomak, with his larger frame and greater strength, was torn apart, leaving behind only a shattered arm.

"That's why we rely on what we excel at."

"Magic?"

"Speed, more precisely. We'll exhaust it and make it furious. Then, once it's out of strength, we'll ambush it."

"And if it still isn't tired? How do we defeat it then?"

"That's why I brought you." Veera smiled.

That smile brought a strange sense of pride to Thauren. 'Did she just acknowledge me as the strongest here?'

Thauren began to wonder if perhaps, with his current power and magic, he could defeat Veera.

'However …' Thauren glanced at the village chief and shook his head. 'Forget it'

He had no idea what cunning tricks Veera could prepare in such a short time—or whether he was ready to face the consequences if he rebelled again.

The cat-and-mouse strategy lasted not just for hours, but days. During that time, the T-rex was constantly plagued by never-ending disturbances.

The attacks grew increasingly annoying, from spears and sharpened stones to fireballs.

The assaults were not without casualties. One or two had been caught and devoured, but most managed to escape.

This was because Veera had deliberately designed the attacks so that, over time, the ones engaging the beast were progressively stronger.

It was like a fly or mosquito buzzing near your ear—not hurting you directly, but hearing it nonstop for days could drive anyone mad.

And the fact that you kept failing to catch it—or at least most of it—made it all the worse.

Finally, the day came. The fifth day.

The alhamera had rotated their roles in the 'harassment' strategy so effectively that they could rest sufficiently.

However, the same could not be said for the T-rex, whose eyes were now bloodshot.

It was clearly exhausted and out of control. In this condition, the T-rex would likely rely only on instinct.

The final group, led by Thauren himself, consisted of their strongest fighters.

But the T-rex gave them no chance to display their strength. The overflowing rage drove it to attack even before they could strike.

Just like the chief said.

"Retreat!" It felt embarrassing for Thauren to shout it. After all, giving the command to retreat before even breaking a sweat was far from his usual self.

However, even Thauren understood that their months of effort depended on how they handled this moment.

The T-rex advanced swiftly. Its exhaustion seemed to affect only its mind, while its legs moved even more nimbly the angrier it became.

Before they could react, the T-rex managed to pounce on one of them. The person screamed in terror, their voice fading as their body was torn apart and chewed into mangled chunks of flesh.

Thauren couldn't help but watch in horror, recalling the death of his brother.