Legendary Clan Chief-Chapter 44 - 43 Great Wasteland Ranger_1
44: Chapter 43 Great Wasteland Ranger_1
44 -43 Great Wasteland Ranger_1
The vast land of Guanrao is infinite, expansive and boundless.
Each piece of land emits a bleak and ancient aura that has endured the passage of countless eras, a notion that seems frozen in time, as if recounting the times of yore to the innumerable beasts of the Great Wasteland.
The river of time flows relentlessly, erasing countless historical facts without leaving any traces.
The glory of ancient forefathers has long since faded into oblivion, leaving only successive generations of humans to persevere, pursuing the glory of their ancestors and propagating past grandeur.
The boundless grasslands are lush and full of life.
Among the dense wild grass, one can even find ferocious beasts lurking, their eyes a deadly red as they watch their prey in the distance, eager for the kill.
The wild and primitive land has, since ancient times, adhered to the law of survival of the fittest through natural selection.
Beauty coexists with danger, and opportunity dances with death.
Within the wilderness, a vivid green lake nestles like raw jade within the desolate land.
As day and night pass, the moonlight of the early hours is mirrored on the sparkling lake surface, casting a radiant charm onto the surroundings.
By the lake, a long beast horn gently emerges from the wild grass, taller than man.
After careful observations of its surroundings, finding nothing amiss, it cautiously reveals its form from the grass.
This is a lower-grade wild beast, the Giant Antler Deer, with a five-foot-long antler on its mature body that can be up to thirty feet long and weigh up to a thousand pounds.
Due to its feeble strength and succulent meat, it is a common prey for the humans of the Great Wasteland.
The Giant Antler Deer approaches the lake.
Its long neck eagerly dips towards the water surface, and it opens its mouth to drink joyfully.
Whish!
At that moment, with the sound of a bowstring releasing its tension, a black feathered arrow cuts through the void and pierces the deer’s skull in an instant.
Unable to react, the deer falls to the ground, lifeless.
Seeing the deer collapse, two robust figures jump out from the nearby bush, advancing towards the lakeside.
Despite the prey being within reach, the two men remain vigilant.
One man approaches the deer while the other, gripping a Great Bow, appears to be the one who shot the black arrow.
The well-built man tightly grips the Great Bow, the black sharp arrow at the ready, the bow curved like the crescent moon, exuding an endless killing intent.
He stands alert and scans the dark surroundings with lightning-fast eyes.
“Big brother Xu Mang, your archery skills are getting stronger and stronger,” the youth who ran up to the deer joyfully commented, without stopping his efficient action of hoisting the lifeless Giant Antler Deer onto his shoulders.
Xu Mang responded to the admiration of the young man not with words but with a look, indicating that they should leave quickly.
After all, the bloodstains on the lakeside might attract the bloodthirsty eyes of unknown beasts in the pitch-black night.
The young man seemed to have expected Xu Mang’s silent reply and, not minding, cracked a grin.
Soon after, both men disappeared into the endless night.
The undried pool of blood remaining at their kill site served as a stark reminder for the creatures that come after.
Because they had lost their warhorses in the Land of the Blood Moon, Xiao Chen and Master Hu Guyue could only traverse the vast grasslands on foot.
The Great Wasteland stretches infinitely with no signs of human life for thousands of miles.
Additionally, as they frequently discussed the Dao of Alchemy and collected medicinal materials, their pace was not fast.
It was the third day since they’d left the Land of the Blood Moon.
They continuously adjusted their route towards their next destination.
As they hadn’t found the Blood Marrow Fruit in the Land of the Blood Moon, they planned to try their luck at Duanmu Tribe, the largest trading place in Giant Stone Valley.
In the Sky Vault above, a bright moon hung high, casting a chilly glow.
Alongside the twinkling stars of All Heavens, it shone down upon the Earth. freёwebnoѵel.com
Both men concealed their presence as they hustled under the hazy night, advancing incessantly.
“Roar!”
Sporadic roars of beasts resonate from the surroundings, revealing that land under the cover of night is not as tranquil as it seems.
When the moon rose above the treetops, they finally spotted human figures – five wandering men of the Great Wasteland Ranger occupation, who seemed to be mercenaries.
The five of them huddled round a roaring bonfire.
Above the fire was a whole Giant Antler Deer, its enormous skin already skinned and used as a cushion between the men and the icy ground.
The blue flame in the center of the roaring fire continuously roasted the deer on the rack.
The meat, now golden brown from the fire, dripped fat into the flames, causing them to crackle.
The savory aroma of roasted meat permeated several miles around, stirring one’s appetite.
The leader of the group, a middle-aged man, sat facing the others.
From afar, you could see the vitality radiating from his body.
He wore simple beast skin clothing with a large, dark bow strapped to his back.
At his waist was a quiver with tens of sharp arrows exuding a chilly light.
Cold flashes of light flickered occasionally in his eyes, revealing a faint sharpness.
This was the man who downed the giant deer with a single arrow at an anonymous lake.
To the left of the middle-aged man was a young woman of ordinary appearance.
Her eyes sparkled like black gems, radiating determination.
Her short hair gave her a capable appearance as her hands frequently clenched the Silver Moon Curved Blade at her side.
The remaining three were all young men.
Two of them carried large blades.
One had a proud countenance while the other sported a centipede-like scar on his face, which appeared gruesome in the firelight.
As for the last young man, he had a chubby figure and a smile constantly plastered on his face, he seemed resembles a Maitreya Buddha.
His hands were constantly flipping the deer meat on the rack to prevent it from burning.
Originally engrossed in discussion, the five individuals gripped their weapons at the sound of footsteps, and their eyes flashed to the darkness.
Although they were still tens of feet apart, Xiao Chen and Hu Guyue appeared before the five individuals under the brilliant moonlight without making any attempts to hide.
The abrupt appearance of two individuals, both young and old, in the middle of the desolate land during a dark night surprised the five.
However, they quickly took it in stride, revealing a hint of scorn at the corner of their mouths.
In their eyes, the young man was probably a spoiled brat from a nearby tribe, accompanied by an elder to experience the so-called ‘Great Wasteland trial’.
