Chapter 156 - The Broken Statue
The grassland smelt fresh and sweet after rain, washed even greener. The girl in the blue dress was standing solitary on a boulder, her dress drifting in the wind. She looked exactly like an otherworldly nymph in the picture, carrying the scent of an orchid in a remote vale.
The girl wore a rather puzzled expression as she stared vacantly into the distance.
“Could it be him...?” After a long while, the girl’s lips trembled with discernible excitement.
Just then, a black dot emerged from far away as it darted in her direction at lightning speed. The girl shook her head and tensed up while turning towards the black shadow that was growing larger every second until a full view of the comer was possible. This was the sea guy who had a fishtail. However, he was now wearing a black armor. His tail was wagging rapidly behind him like a swimming snake, and in a blink of an eye he had come to the girl.
“Holy Girl!” The fishtail guy saluted her in a hoarse voice that sounded like two wood bricks rubbing against each other.
“Let’s go.” The girl in blue dress said flatly after which she sprang up and swiftly landed on the ground next to the sea guy. Without another word, she turned toward the north and marched forward. The fishtail guy followed along without a word of protest.
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It was an area of undulating hills. Somewhere between two hills lay a marsh land that smelled obnoxiously of blood. Down in the marsh land, over ten dead bodies of a kind of yellow lizards were thrown chaotically on the ground, most of them were cut into halves and bleeding profusely until a small river had formed in the marsh land.
A girl in a yellow cloak was standing beside the dead bodies. She was exactly the Fire-Dancing Princess. In her hand was a water canteen that she was using to wash the blood off her silver sword. However tinted the weapon had been, her clothes were not smudged by blood in the slightest.
After washing down the sword, she pointed on the ground and like a yellow cloud, drifted up to the top of a hill. After a careful observation of the terrain, she nodded and drifted on to the next chosen location.
ED: Like flying nimbus xD
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In a grisly gorge, five barbarians were fighting fiercely with hundreds of blood-red bats. The bats came in different sizes. Some were bigger whereas some rather small, but all of them had sharp talons and grimly white teeth. With their marked preponderance in number, the bats besieged the barbarians like a fog of blood. Now and then, some would dive down towards the barbarians to sneak a bite.
However, the five barbarians showed not a trace of fear or confusion, and deftly made a circle with their backs stuck together. They swished their weapons quickly and the glint of metal merged into a patch of cold light that shielded them. Every attacking bat would be cut into pieces once they approached this shield.
Maintaining such a formula, the five barbarians slowly pushed on for the opening of the gorge. Three of the five were wearing light red clothes, and on their bare right arms were a tattoo of a giant viper, suggesting that they came from the Fiery Snake Tribe.
The leader of this small group was a bare-headed barbarian who had deeply sunken eyes and small pupils. Occasionally, those pair of eyes would shine coldly. He was a consummated Houtian warrior, and the rest of the fiery-snake members were both middle-stage Houtian warriors who could not be looked down upon in actual strength.
The three fiery-snake men were each holding a green whip, and wherever the whips whistled past, they left a track of bat blood in the air. The other two barbarians were also strongly-built, their skin rather dark. The green soft armor they wore each had a tattoo of the head of a black ox on it. This was the sign of the Brutal Bull Tribe. The two brutal bulls were also powerful warriors. The one with plaited hair had consummated Houtian level; his muscles protuberant and hard. The way he stood mightily causes the image an iron tower to come to mind. The other one who was dark-complexioned, was at advanced stage of Houtian level. The massive and menacing axes in their hands were rendered as though lightweight.
Therefore, however fearless these bats were, they still could not beat the concerted attack of the five barbarians. It did not take them too much time to reduce the bats’ number dramatically to less than a hundred, which was around the time that they had approached the opening of the alley.
It appeared that the large column of sunlight was the bats’ nightmare; soon, the rest of the blood-red bats had disappeared into the distant air in the form of a red cloud flying back into the depth of the gorge.
“Thank goddess! What a hell those bats were! Wicked and useless beasts that isn’t even good for making magical materials! Too much of a pest!” The tower-like man of the Brutal Bulls tribe sighed indignantly.
“You could say so, but this gorge is the only way to the north district. Well, brother Mang Kun can count as half a Xiantian saint - I mean, how could the bats be a problem for you? Take it as a warm-up!” The bare-headed man of Fiery Snake tribe took back his green whip and echoed as he smiled.
The flattery was most welcome to the tower-like man. He showed a complacent smile, and then bursted out laughing thunderously.
“By the way, does brother Mang Kun have a further plan? What are we gonna do next?” Following the tower man’s line of sight, the bare-headed barbarian asked in a seemingly casual tone.
“Of course to the Forbidden Area! No time to play with those weaklings in the periphery. Their souls are useless to us. This year’s award is reeeealy delicious, so let’s move on and hunt as many high-leveled beasts as we can!” The tower man gritted his teeth proudly and said.
In the past, warriors who were selected into the portal could keep one third of the beasts’ souls he had hunted in the space for himself after the competition - a rule to keep the morale high. However, this time, the percentage was raised to a half.
“Haha! I am looking forward to brother Mang Kun’s performance! If so, could we three ask for a favor from brother Mang, with all the beasts’ souls we’re gonna get?” The bare-headed barbarian fixed his eyes on Mang Kun, his face rather intense.
“Oh? What favor?” The tower man had a quick glimpse of the bags at the three fiery snakes’ waist, asked curiously, being rather piqued by the idea.
“I’d like to have brother Mang kill somebody for me.” The bare-headed man answered.
“Kill somebody? Of which tribe?” Mang Kun furrowed his brow and asked.
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