Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 121 Warg and Bison

Facing the light of dawn sprinkled on the wilderness, watching the afterglow of the setting sun gradually recede, replaced by the dark night, and piles of bonfires emitting bright light and warmth.

Then amidst the noise and noise, teasing and screaming, the night slowly fell silent.

On the second day of the journey, from dawn to night, nothing happened all day long.

The caravan walking in the wasteland and wild forest is like a dull and terrifying winding monster, exuding invisible deterrence everywhere.

Be it beasts or monsters, even ferocious hill giants fled in terror.

The perilous Emerald Field seems to have suddenly turned into a lifeless cemetery, silent and eerie.

Although this kind of quietness makes people feel uncomfortable, no one will feel bored. Nothing happens, which is a wonderful thing for a traveling caravan.

Because emergencies in the wild always represent trouble, and may bring death.

The morning of the third day.

A round of fiery red sun rises from the far east, the sky seems to be painted with invisible colored brushes, and pieces of colorful clouds float in the sky.

The morning sun is shining brightly, the sky is filled with morning glow, the vast land becomes bright, and everything is covered with a layer of strange colors.

The standing towering trees are like silhouettes inlaid with gold rims. The morning light passes through the sparse branches and leaves, casting a mottled brilliance on the ground.

The roaring of cattle and horses, the whipping of the groom, and the galloping of horseshoes, all kinds of sounds are mixed together.

On this not-so-wide wilderness dirt road, there were deep traces of car tracks, shrouded in hazy brilliance, and gradually disappeared in the direction of Stallman Town.

"Chirp!"

There was a loud eagle howl in the blue sky.

The black shadow flew over Thorn's head and circled a few times before swooping down with a sound of piercing through the air.

Thorn stretched out his arm, and the galloping black shadow obediently landed on his left arm.

Looking at the animal companions around him, Thorne stroked the eagle's head and stared at its humanized eyes for a moment.

The dire eagle let out a joyous long cry, spread its wings again and took off, hovering in the clear sky.

The clear sky and the bright sunshine shrouded the figure blown by the cold wind, but Thorne could not feel any warmth, only the bone-chilling chill.

After he paused for a moment in thought, he turned and looked at the outline of the caravan behind him, and then walked towards the dirt slope not far away.

The caravan from Stallman town walked in the wilderness for two days, and finally reached the Norhill Plain, which is the territory of Stallman.

"Northir" means "wandering" in the tiefling race.

No matter where they are, no race likes to live a wandering life, because wandering means living without a fixed place, without a stable home.

At this time, Thorn was in the Nosir Plain, which was also named after the Night Lord, the founder of Stallman Town.

On this plain, there are no dense bushlands, no muddy and rotting swamps, and no rugged hills and mountains.

There are only endless flat grasslands, and some farmland and fruit forests cultivated by the tiefling race themselves.

Standing on the earth hill and looking northwest, you can see the undulating Emerald River.

When this turbulent and rapid river flows through the Norhill Plain, it becomes like a docile and well-behaved kitten, providing many conveniences for the residents of Stallman Town.

There are still a few fishing boats from Stowman Town floating on the wide water surface. The breeze blows, and the fishing boats are gently rippling on the water surface.

Looking north along the path of the river, you can also see the birthplace of the Emerald River: Mount Warners.

This perennial snow-covered mountain is as high as more than 8000 meters. The waterfall town of Thorne is located under the mountain, surrounded by the waterfalls of the Emerald River.

Thorne sat casually on the dirt hill and waited for the caravan.

Looking at the hazy Dajianhen Mountains in the west, I saw stretches of mountains lying on the horizon. The snow on the mountains was half-melted, mottled in black and white, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

Thorne was bathed in the sun, lifted the hood of the cloak, and let the not very piercing cold wind blow his long black hair, feeling the holiness of nature comfortably.

At this time, a large herd of bison in the distance caught Thorne's attention.

There are many such beasts in the wilderness. They have no powerful abilities and can only rely on their groups to survive and protect themselves.

Generally, a small number of fierce bison leaders will be born in such a herd of bison. They are stronger than other herds and have at least a challenge level of about 5.

They dare to fight any ferocious predator, and when their sharp horns gallop across the plains, the most ferocious and violent animals will avoid them.

In fact, it is very similar to human beings, because most of the civilized settlements in the wilderness are protected by the strong and the weak, maintaining their living space.

The bison leaders shoulder the heavy responsibility of guarding the group. When they encounter danger, they are responsible for protecting them. When they cannot resist, they will also find ways to find the most effective escape route.

Also enjoy the richest green grass, and have the most mates in order to ensure strong offspring.

"Ow!"

Suddenly, loud howling wolves sounded, and a large group of powerful wargs the size of calves appeared around the buffalo herd.

Immediately after the howls of wolves rose and fell one after another, a large number of wolves emerged one after another, forming a semi-encirclement of the buffalo herd.

Under the low growl of the wolf leader, the wolf pack did not act rashly.

Only the cold eyes gleamed with malice and cunning, and the intertwined pale canines gleamed with a bloodthirsty cold light. They quietly watched the panic-stricken herd of bison and slowly moved forward.

Wargs prefer to live and hunt in packs, and their diet includes almost all humanoids and beasts.

But also has its own language, has a certain wisdom and evil nature, and even some of the higher wisdom can speak the common language.

Although the number of wargs was twice that of the buffalo herd, and they had the advantage of almost crushing, under the command of the leader of the wargs, they did not choose to take the initiative to attack, but shook the black bristles all over their bodies and roared like a demonstration.

This is the most commonly used attack method when the wolf pack attacks other groups. It forms a semi-encirclement of the bison, makes an opening behind the cattle, and then makes them panic by intimidation.

Then, as the pack of wolves approached, most of the buffalo herd would choose to escape from the gap behind them, and this was the best time for the pack of wolves to attack.

Among the fleeing bison herd, all the old, weak, sick and disabled who are alone will be a delicious meal for the wolf pack.

"Moo!"

Facing the pressing step by step of the pack of wolves, the leader of the most ferocious buffalo made a muffled sound, and the panicked buffalo gradually calmed down, and all the strong buffalo around him also started to move.

They used their strong horns to arch the calves next to them, and drove all the frightened calves into the herd.

Then, standing at the outermost edge of the group, they roared like a demonstration without showing any weakness. At the same time, the whole group was slowly moving towards the gap.

It seems that a war between ethnic groups and ethnic groups is really going to be bloody here.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, behind the pack of wolves, a fiery flame exploded, and the high-temperature flames raged. The violent impact and loud noise made the earth tremble.

"Ow!"

Looking at the raging fire, the wolf leader's sturdy body trembled, the cunning in his pupils was replaced by anger, and then he looked at the green figure in the distance and growled in a low voice.

"Roar! Roar!"

Under the command of the leader, a group of wolves rushed towards the green figure in the distance.

"It seems that the wild beasts here are all protected by Druids." Thorn stood on the slope and looked at the green figure that appeared not far away, showing a look of surprise.

When a pack of more than a dozen wolves was about to approach, the druid turned into a colorful and ferocious tiger with a body length of about 7 meters.

The deafening roar is mixed with the biting wind, exuding the awe-inspiring aura from the king of beasts.

The buffalo herd is protected by druids. If someone or other creatures kill on a large scale, they will appear with anger, maintaining the balance they think.

Similarly, if there are too many cattle, the druids will mercilessly kill some of them to ensure that the green grass will not be eaten clean.

"A group of stubborn and annoying guys." Thorne said to himself, got up and walked towards the approaching caravan.

(End of this chapter)