Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 888 - 884 Celestial River Crossing

A black line appeared on the horizon, at first inconspicuous, like an outline sketched with a black pen between heaven and earth, making the entire world suddenly clear, with distinctly drawn sketch-like boundaries.

But then the black line began to thicken continuously; the fine pen didn't stop there—it smeared over the same spot repeatedly, deepening over and over.

The whole river trembled ever so slightly, and the ripples around the wooden raft spread out in expanding circles, undulating without end.

[What's that noise]

[What's happening]

[It's an earthquake, run for it!]

[Run your head, it looks like an animal migration is coming. They don't seem very close, should be no danger]

[Master Fang: A herd of animals? Watch me slaughter them in and out seven times!]

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"Swish, swish."

The sound of water was incessant, as crocodiles one after another emerged from the tall reeds on the riverbank and pushed off with their four limbs to slide into the river, creating a small splash, like a pot of black dumplings being dropped in.

The biannual feast had arrived!

"It's another great migration."

Bi Fang recognized at a glance from the nature of the scene and the phenomenon that more migratory animals were approaching.

What was coming this time? Zebras or wildebeests, or perhaps gazelles?

Such a magnificent scale did not make Bi Fang too anxious. He chose a crossing point on the river where the water was shallow and the current not strong; most animals would also likely choose to cross here.

Twice a year, every year, many of their companions perished here. Under the pressing threat of life and death, the animals were very experienced in selecting places to cross the river.

But these guys had just appeared on the horizon, still a considerable distance from the Tana River, far enough for Bi Fang to make it to the riverside.

Splashes resounded endlessly, as crocodiles entered the water at high speed, vanishing in the blink of an eye with only a tail visible, and sometimes not even that.

Before this scene unfolded, the audience had no clue there were so many crocodiles hidden in the reeds, thinking there were only a few.

Harley keenly noticed the disturbance, but it was now over ten meters from the riverbank. Even with its extraordinary jumping ability, without a running start, it could not surmount such a gap and would fall into the water to become a crocodile's feast.

Bi Fang pulled the pole out of the river mud, moved slowly to the front in the water, then inserted it again and used the counterforce to push the wooden raft forward.

Numerous crocodiles surfaced to breathe, revealing a pair of eyes while a small area of water in front of them bubbled—they stared motionlessly at the raft floating on the river.

The breathing now was different from before; before, it was a coincidence while being startled, just as humans suddenly become aware of their own breathing and the brain takes over the breathing rhythm from the brainstem.

Now, however, they were adjusting their status, increasing blood oxygen levels in preparation for hunting.

Bi Fang slightly hastened his moves, speeding up his progress towards the opposite bank, leaving a trail of ripples behind.

By the time he had crossed a good half of the river, the "deadwood" in the entire river had become quite sparse, as if the scene that had been covered just moments ago was an illusion.

The migrating group finally revealed its true form.

"Wildebeests, it's a wildebeest herd!"

Bi Fang turned his head and immediately spotted the characteristic curved horns.

The wildebeest, the most numerous herbivore on the African Savanna, by far, with annual migration numbers reaching a staggering one and a half million!

This group, namesakes of horses but actually a species of antelope, wield the most domineering force on the entire savanna.

As the wildebeest approached, their figures became increasingly clear, their facial features as chiseled and three-dimensional as sculptures, with robust and massive bodies, and strong, muscular limbs.

"With faces like horses, builds like cows, and cow-like long, curved horns, they might well be described as horses with horns, a bovine-horse appearance, hence the name wildebeest."

The pole in hand prodded against the riverbed, and the raft easily passed over a giant crocodile more than four meters in length.

A throng of crocodiles was drawing near in their direction, making it impossible to cross the river directly; they had to find a suitable spot to disembark, lest they arrive at the bank only to be greeted by crocodiles, which could still pose a risk of an attack.

Handling a crocodile alone might not be dangerous, but should there be any delay, and they happened to coincide with the wildebeest herd crossing the river, the ensuing chaos would bring serious trouble.

Therefore, Bi Fang had no choice but to change his straight path, instead paddling towards a small clearing in the upper right direction.

After five or six minutes, Moyo finally arrived at the opposite bank of the river, not even waiting for the front of the raft to touch ground, Harley, who had been holding back for a long time, leapt excitedly onto the shore, jumping back and forth with great excitement, and after disembarking, he did not forget to look back and shout toward Bi Fang.

The raft bumped lightly against the shore, pushing up a small patch of grassland.

Harley ran back, grabbed the rope on the raft with his mouth, and pulled backwards, but unfortunately, his strength was too small to be of any help.

With crocodiles still menacingly present in the river and the swiftly approaching wildebeest already reaching the river edge in search of a suitable crossing point, Bi Fang could not afford to delay. He untied the rope from his waist, grabbed the end, jumped to shore, and finally pulled the raft onto land.

Bi Fang made it to the opposite bank, and the wildebeest had as well, with their numbers still rising.

At a distance across the river, the army of wildebeest spread out densely, an intimidating sight. The few leading at the front boasted flowing fur that glimmered gently golden under the sunlight, resplendently brilliant.

Behind these golden-furred wildebeest lay a multitude colored in more shades of grey, black, and brown, which could not help but amaze onlookers.

Seeing this, Bi Fang explained, "The color of wildebeest fur is not uniform, changing with age just like humans' hair turns grey as they grow old."

"But unlike us, whose hair turns white, theirs turns yellow, even golden yellow, while young wildebeest are usually greyish-brown with black noses and limbs, giving off a sense of splendor that only comes with the passage of time."

"Older wildebeest are more experienced and have greater influence in deciding where to cross the river, or rather, they are the leaders who must guide the herd across."

[Cool, turning golden yellow!]

[Seriously, I want that too]

[I wanna dye my stuff yellow]

[Chicken-shit yellow]

Beneath the adult wildebeest, one could discern a great number of young wildebeest mixed in the massive group.

The young wildebeest were jostled about by the adults, teetering and tottering, adding a layer of anxious tension to the scene.

"Each migration, the number of young wildebeest can reach an astonishing one-quarter of the total, but because they are small, and currently surrounded by the larger adults in the center, it's not very noticeable from our point of view."

The drone flew up high, capturing a clearer picture of the wildebeest herd's population ratios, revealing at a glance that a significant portion of the animals were noticeably smaller in stature.

Due to the arrival of the wildebeest herd, most crocodiles were swimming toward the opposite bank, which actually created a temporary safe zone for Bi Fang's side. He looked around and found a tree of appropriate size.

Cheetahs are not adept at climbing trees, but since Harley was light, Bi Fang simply picked him up and climbed up to sit on a branch for a better vantage point.

By this time, the wildebeest had already hesitated by the riverbank for some time, and finally, one golden-haired wildebeest bravely took the first step into the river ahead.