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We call it “suicide strategy Let’s not ntion how Sir Morphy, hiding in the darkness, slandered the pure-hearted students in his mind.
After they played a rather childish ga of drawing lots, the unlucky Cheche plucked up the courage amidst the encouragent and mockery of others, and cast a spell on himself to reduce the chance of being perceived and to be shielded by shadows.
Once everything was ready, he shot the middle finger at the people beside him and then dashed into the nearby Swamp Forbidden Area.
This was a place they had not been to before, because when they ca last ti intending to scout around, they had the bad luck of encountering an explorer who was sent on a trip to the Star Realm by a spell.
But this was not a big problem.
Although the Swamp Forbidden Area was large, there was only one path that could be taken forward.
All one needed to do was to follow the peculiar ruins of the buildings and continue moving forward to enter its depths.
Speaking of those ruins of buildings hidden in the swamp mist…
Cheche always had a feeling!
These ruins, which have been eroded by the swamp climate and no longer resemble their original forms, are quite different from the architectural style of the outside world.
If one had to describe it, the buildings outside, including the Pestilence Town, actually all followed a uniform dieval style, pragmatically designed with a touch of religious air.
However, the remaining buildings in this forbidden area seed more like temple-like structures!
Especially those columns covered with moss and vines, and the collapsed statues.
The young man felt as if he was traversing through a heavily weathered, oversized swamp environnt Parthenon Temple.
“I’ve long heard Aunt Shui say that the aesthetic style of this ga is quite amazing.
Although I, Cheche, am not an art student, it seems like I’ve also learned to appreciate so of its flavor after seeing so much.”
The Blood Inquisitor turned on the recording function of his Calculating Pearl and recorded these mysterious and serene swamp scenes he saw while flying.
This was his habit.
Cheche was a funny and artsy youngster, always fond of recording things he found interesting.
The current “Promotional Ambassador” for the ga in the real world, dical Insurance Wars God Dasaen, also liked to ask Cheche for material when making videos.
Cheche’s Calculating Pearl always contained a range of outrageous materials on various topics.
Cheche thought that he might beco an amateur photographer in the future, and of course, it would be even better if he could make money from this hobby.
“Damn it, why are these Wolf People still here enticing the Swamp Giant Snake?
Are they not going to take care of their own town under attack?”
The young student quickly arrived at the entrance of the forbidden area, only to see those damned Jackal Warlocks, just like before, directing the Army of the Undead to “exploit a bug” and weaken that foolish Swamp Giant Snake.
Compared to three days ago, Cheche could clearly feel that the Swamp Giant Snake had beco weaker.
It seed the Wolf People’s war of attrition tactics was effective.
He did not approach any closer but stealthily planned to bypass the site where the Wolf People were battling the Giant Snake, sneaking around to explore deeper into the forbidden area.
It would be best to find the den of the Giant Snake.
However, just after Cheche sneakily made it past, one glance back made him imdiately connect with his brothers waiting outside as if he had discovered a new continent:
“This Legendary Serpent is injured.”
Cheche exclaid in a suppressed voice:
“There’s a terrible wound on its back that seems to be infected, with the Gem Scales showing purple bruises.
Even the long tail that’s always hidden in the mud has been bitten off by half.
Damn!
This wound is terrifying!
This definitely isn’t sothing those Wolf People could have inflicted; maybe it was attacked by so other behemoth!”
“But who else in the swamp would provoke it besides those attacking Wolf People?”
ow ow Shark said uncertainly on the other end:
“Could it be that strange NPC who took us down before?”
“Hard to say.”
Cheche ventured a bit closer and took out his monocular to take a look.
He reported:
“The injury seems to be a claw wound, so maybe this Giant Snake got injured while fighting with another serpent?
No wonder it’s beco weaker.
It’s not that those Wolf People are particularly strong; it’s just that this creature was already hurt and couldn’t rest, causing it so much pain.
These Wolf People are really malicious.
They are dragging it out to make the injury worse.”
“Great, this ans the Giant Snake must hate the Wolf People to the bone if it really has thoughts…
This is a good thing for the ti being, I guess.
Continue to search deeper for the Giant Snake’s den.
We just got word from Pestilence Town that the young lady needs six hours of rest before she can reopen the Spiritual Energy counterasure for Lady Shui’s southern front.
Based on this timing, our challenge will be tomorrow at midnight, so we still have a day to prepare for this contingency plan.
Find a safe rendezvous point, and we’ll co to et up with you.
It’s too hard for you to explore such a large area alone.”
“Shit, that finally sounds like sothing a human would say!”
Cheche complained.
He continued to flap his wings carefully and proceeded forward.
Beyond the area where the Wolf People and the Swamp Giant Snake were fighting, it was very quiet.
There was even a chilling sense of serene beauty.
Cheche felt like he had entered a fantasy realm that had not been stepped upon for thousands of years.
This lush green land was no longer just a simple swamp terrain.
The young vampire saw towering trees that extended up to the obscured clouds above, while the vines, like ladder ropes, intertwined among the trees, creating a massive three-dinsional natural do.
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