Chapter Fifty-Five: Hunting Bishibosh (Part 2)
If Bishibosh was indeed nearby, finding it wouldn't be difficult. Just thinking about it, the more Fallen there were, the more Sorceresses there would be, and the more Sorceresses there were, the more Bishibosh's ability could be utilized. Looking at it this way, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say its Camp had thousands of subordinates. How could such a vast Party hide from someone actively searching?
In reality, Bishibosh had no need to hide at all. There weren't many in the Rogue Encampment who could kill it. The situation wasn't beyond my expectations when I found its Camp, I thought, but I would have preferred it to be unexpectedly better.
I was currently lying on a slightly elevated grassy slope. A few thousand meters away from me was a dense "red cloud". Hundreds of Large Pots were scattered across it, and looking out, all I saw was smoke rising. Anyone who didn't know would think it was a picnic for ten thousand people. This "red cloud" was distributed very regularly; the outer areas were relatively sparse with fewer Fallen, while the further in you went, the more numerous and dense the Fallen became. In the very center, a giant Campfire was ostentatiously lit, its towering flames clearly visible from afar. Sweat, were you afraid others wouldn't know where you were? However, looking at the dense Fallen and Sorceresses in the Surroundings, it seemed they really weren't afraid.
I didn't know exactly how many Fallen were on the other side. After all, I hadn't undergone professional training in this area. I could only be Affirmative that there were definitely no less than 1000. Before possessing absolute Strength/Power, quantity overcoming quality was certainly feasible. Moreover, I couldn't really claim to have any quality to speak of right now. Even a tenth of that red cloud would be enough to kill me over a hundred times.
Even the lowest level Fallen, once gathered, possessed astonishing Presence. I swallowed, my previous ambition instantly vanishing without a trace. My legs felt weak as I looked at the terrifying scene before me. If I hadn't already been lying on the ground, I might have been scared flat – was this the Battlefield I had just been ambitiously planning for?
Thinking and doing were two different Matter/Things. Just a moment ago, I was imagining myself moving freely among thousands of Fallen. Now, seeing such a spectacular scene, I didn't even have the courage to face it.
Sigh, forget it. I'll just get used to it. Anyway, I wasn't going to charge in right now. To ensure my safety, my plan required me to spend some time investigating the sphere of Influence of this Cold Plains Boss. This was also the range I could move within. If I went beyond it and attracted other Monsters, I wouldn't even have a chance to cry. Also, I needed to figure out their routine. A bunch of Fallen couldn't possibly just sit here waiting to die, could they? There would always be Parties going out to hunt.
Over the next few days, I put my Idea/Thought into Action. Due to a lack of professional Knowledge, I could only use the most clumsy Method. First, I walked continuously outwards from this Camp as the center until I encountered a Monster. Then, I used that Distance as a radius to initially delineate this entire circular Zone. Of course, the initially determined range was 99% inaccurate, so I had to continue exploring within this circle's range, finally confirming Bishibosh's sphere of Influence. Although I couldn't be Affirmative that there were absolutely no other Monsters within this range, there wouldn't be many, at least not enough to pose a threat to me.
The second step was to find hiding places. Killing Bishibosh wasn't a Matter/Thing of just a minute or two. I would definitely need to use Werewolf Transformation, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to outrun those Fallen. Frozen Armor also had to be used. This would lead to significant Mana consumption. Moreover, Shapeshifting and casting Frozen Armor both required a certain amount of time. I needed a hiding place, no, several hiding places, where I could Rest and safely cast Magic. It was worth mentioning that after testing, I discovered that perhaps because Frozen Armor was attached to Equipment, it didn't affect casting after I transformed into a Werewolf.
This took me a full four days. Damn, if I had used this time for Leveling Up, I could have reached level 8 by now. Bishibosh, just obediently die once, don't make me waste my Wasted Effort.
Actually, four days wasn't much time for a true professional. However, because I wasn't skilled in this area, and could even say I only knew a little, even spending more time wouldn't allow me to obtain more useful information. It was better to act sooner. If I failed, I'd leave. If I succeeded, well, there might not even be any reward. To be honest, this operation was just a spur-of-the-moment Idea/Thought of mine, wanting to train myself and prove that I could become not inferior to other Class Changers...
The next afternoon, Parties of Fallen, led by many Fallen Shamans, grandly marched out from the Camp. They wouldn't return until evening.
Uh, I took a closer look. At least two-fifths of the Fallen in the Camp were gone, but how did I still feel that the remaining number was over a thousand? Sweat, could some expert help me calculate the exact number of Fallen in the entire Camp?
I took a deep breath and ordered my Raven and Poison Creeper not to Attack. One was in the sky, the other Underground. As long as they didn't Attack, they were quite safe.
"Ah..."
I let out a loud cry and charged forward. I felt like a martyr, but in reality, I was more like a terrorist launching a suicide bombing Attack...
This plan was originally meant to play hide-and-seek with these Fallen. Attracting their attention was necessary.
The Fallen in the Distance spotted me and were momentarily stunned, clearly not understanding why this Human would be so foolish as to run here alone to die. But with their low intelligence, they wouldn't think deeply about it. They immediately rushed forward. Anyway, if one came, they'd just kill one. With our Demon King of the Fallen – Lord Bishibosh – present, death would become worthless.
"Ooh..."
Seeing that the Distance was about right, I immediately used Werewolf Transformation. This time, I didn't suppress my voice. That kind of howling up at the sky, the exhilaration, was simply indescribable. This was the true Werewolf, no need to suppress, performing to the fullest on its own stage.
The next moment, I immediately used the Skill attached to my Cloak – Frozen Armor. A layer of white fluff covered my Body, emitting a pure and dazzling Light. Compared to my Body covered in white Werewolf fur, it appeared even more Charm-ing and arrogant. From ancient times to the present, I was probably the only one who could cast Frozen Armor while in Werewolf form...
Then, as if Money were no object, I used over ten bottles of Life and Magic potions in one go.
"Today, I'm going to compete with you guys on potions and Speed."
I roared towards the center of the large Camp with great spirit.
Like two armies charging simultaneously, the Distance between me and the Fallen army closed. After I completed a series of Movement, I suddenly made a 90-degree turn, causing the Fallen opposite me to be momentarily stunned. Looking at your Presence, weren't you going to play tough? Why did you run away at the critical moment?