Chapter 54: Hunting Bishibosh (Part 1)
The Cold Plains is vast, so vast that sometimes I can't even tell which direction I'm in. I just feel surrounded by an endless expanse, with Grassland everywhere and Jungle everywhere. Occasionally, I encounter a few ancient, dilapidated Small Stone Huts. Although they are occupied by Monsters, unfortunately, there are no Elite Level ones, let alone Chests to open.
This evening, I finally saw a different sight in the Cold Plains. Looking from a high vantage point, ahead was an Oval Lake with a diameter of about several kilometers. The Lake water was deep blue and serene, shimmering with light, as if it could suck the Soul of nearby creatures into the Lake. The faint fishy and damp smell emanating from the Lake surface invigorated me, making me so excited I almost jumped up.
Of course, it was only 'almost'. I wasn't stupid enough to shout and make a fuss to vent my feelings. This is basic common sense. I don't know about the novels I read before, where those Protagonists who underwent Transmigration in the Wilderness would get unusually excited when they encountered a beautiful Lake, set up Camping by the Lake, and then vent their emotions by the water. If they were even more flamboyant, they might even bring a beauty along for a "swim". Clearly, such Protagonists are either too Powerful or too stupid.
In the Wilderness, especially a Wilderness full of Crisis, the most Dangerous place is not the Forest covered in thorns, nor the cold and eerie Cave, but the seemingly calm Water Source Gathering Place, like this Lake before my eyes...
However, it seems Danger has already arrived, hoho, how frustrating. I'm currently several kilometers away from the Lake in a sheltered spot. Looking at the 7 Dark Hunters with ferocious expressions running towards me from the opposite side, I shrugged helplessly, a Smile playing on the Corner of the mouth. The one leading them seemed particularly pale. Tsk tsk, could it be that it drank some unhealthy water? What a poor kid, how could it be so careless?
A few minutes later, I stood on the Corpse of an Elite Level Dark Hunter. The ground was covered with the Corpses of other Dark Hunters. Their swift and decisive deaths further highlighted my incredibly Powerful Strength. Proudly, I picked up a piece of Clothes emitting a Dark Gold Item Glow from under the Elite Level Boss, and nodded expressionlessly.
"Hmm, the haul isn't bad."
Yes, that's what I thought.
But the Fact is, I am currently undergoing Werewolf Transformation, and together with Poison Creeper, I am playing Rapid Sprint on the Grassland of the Cold Plains. Chasing closely behind me are precisely those Dark Hunters from just now?!
Why is this happening?!
A moment later, a wolf head poked out from a pile of Small Grove, like an underground operative, looking left and right. Only after seeing the retreating figures of the Dark Hunters did it let out a sigh of relief and walk out. Behind it followed a trembling Creeper, wriggling out like a lazy snake just waking up from hibernation.
I looked at the originally beautiful white wolf fur on my Body, which was now burnt black. I felt utterly miserable. The Fact proves that, just like the thousands of Fallen Camps in the Blood Moor, some things cannot be provoked just because I have the Bugged Amulet. That accursed Elite Level Dark Hunter just now had the rarest special ability: Lightning Enhanced. With one swipe of its Claws, I was immediately roasted black all over. Fortunately, after this period of training, my reaction speed increased significantly. Seeing the situation was bad, I immediately pulled the Poison Creeper, who was also shocked dizzy, and ran away. Otherwise, my Life would have been left there. No wonder this Elite Level Dark Hunter dared to charge straight over from the Lake so boldly, and no other Monsters dared to provoke it. If I had noticed this point at the time and became vigilant in time, I wouldn't have ended up in such a sorry state. Alas, I'm still not careful enough.
At nighttime, I still returned to the vicinity of that Lake. There was no good place for Camping nearby, so I could only set up the Camp far away in a hidden small woods in a sheltered spot. I absolutely dared not light a campfire. Even if it didn't cause a forest fire, there are plenty of Monsters that come out at night to drink from the Lake. Who knows if one or two might walk by? I don't want to engage in Operation with these Monsters that have night vision in the pitch-black night.
Returning at great risk, I was mainly speculating that perhaps Bishibosh might be nearby. As is well known, Water Sources are the most important contested ground in nearby Zones. And as the overlord of the Cold Plains, Bishibosh has no reason not to claim a piece of Territory nearby, right?
Although I didn't light a fire, the Grassland shrouded by night was still clearly visible. A blood-red moon hung high in the Sky. That desolate cold red color seemed to stimulate Life's most primal killing Instinct. Under the moonlight, the beautiful Lake rippled with an eerie blood-red Glow, as if stained red by Blood. It also resembled a giant Fierce Beast, opening its cruel single eye, coldly watching the entire Grassland. Although far from me, I could still hear the roars of the hunter and the hunted, and the screams, echoing by the Lake. Intertwined with the blood-red moon and the blood-colored eyes, they formed the most essential color of this world.
The night passed peacefully. The next day I woke up early. The morning fog was very heavy, especially in the area of the Lake. The fog was so thick you could barely see your hand in front of you. I had no choice but to obediently wait until the fog had mostly dispersed before carefully crawling out of the Small Grove. On the Grassland by the Lake that came into view, even from a great Distance, I could clearly see small patches of red dots scattered on it. That was Land stained red by Blood, showing how fierce the Slaughter by the Lake was last night.
I didn't have the leisure to sigh about this. I brought along Poison Creeper and Raven, ordering them to keep watch from afar. In the Cold Plains, there aren't many Monsters with Ranged Attack. The Fallen Shaman's Fireball Attack range isn't far either. So, as long as the Raven in the Sky doesn't actively Attack, no Monster can do anything to it. And these Ravens, after my continuous practice and training, although still unable to scout enemy positions, are already capable of handling preliminary warning. With this aerial alarm, my safety increased by a few points.