Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 897 - 893: Unexpected Discovery

Bi Fang lifted the animal hide and watched the departing swarm of locusts, heaving a sigh of relief.

Even though he was clear in his mind that there was no danger, the dense gathering of locusts still managed to instill tremendous psychological pressure, especially against the backdrop of the environment, truly like dark clouds pressing down on the city about to crumble.

The drone flew low, its camera focused on the land below.

The nearby grasses were full of fine, precise nibbles made by sharp mouthparts, appearing as if they had been cut by a scythe, now shorter than before.

It was just a grassland, yet it gave people the sense of "broken walls and ruins."

The ground was no longer flat as before; it now had several small "pits."

The pit holes were inconspicuous, just slightly sunken in, their edges gently raised, with elevations of no more than one millimeter.

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If it weren't for Bi Fang's exceptional memory, which allowed him to vividly contrast it with the smooth land he had seen before, perhaps he wouldn't have even noticed.

Carelessly breaking off a thin branch, Bi Fang inserted it into one of the pits without any obstacle, smoothly reaching the bottom.

Locusts lay their eggs by inserting their tails into soft soil, forming a well-leveled tunnel around the tail, neither rough sand nor hard earth, ensuring the larvae would encounter no difficulties upon emerging.

Using the twig to clear away the surrounding earth crumbs, digging about four or five centimeters deep, he uncovered several yellowish-gray, spindle-shaped eggs, exposing them to the air where the sticky, thick foam adhered to their surface and, in the cold wind, began to slightly tremble, drying quickly and bursting one after another.

The audience was very curious; aside from a few with some professional knowledge and sufficient life experience, most had never seen such a thing and found it novel.

[Is this the egg of a locust?]

[Goodness, seven or eight eggs in one pit, Old Fang is standing over at least a hundred pits, right? That's at least thousands of them, wow]

[Too horrifying, the breeding speed is worthy of the insect race]

[No wonder the insect race is so fearsomely powerful to become the overlord of the universe]

"Phew, indeed terrifying, I wonder when this locust plague will end."

He tossed the twig away, his expression forlorn.

Now that the locust plague had occurred, it might not end until next year, then another vicious cycle would begin.

Hearing this, the audience's mood also inevitably sank.

The wind brushed the soft fur of the cheetah's ears, traveling toward the far distant thousands of miles away.

Harley, having been lying down the entire time, couldn't help but move his ears.

With the animal hide gone and having stayed on the ground with his head buried, Harley felt a chill, which became unbearable when the wind blew. Lifting his head, he realized that the terrifying swarm of locusts had left without him noticing.

The cheetah then gingerly stood up, tentatively surveying the surrounding environment until he confirmed it was safe before returning to his initially carefree state.

The audience's mood, just beginning to feel a bit gloomy, was immediately amused by Harley's behavior.

But Bi Fang didn't see anything wrong with it; in nature, being timid is not a bad thing—the more timid, the longer you live.

Don't eat unfamiliar food unless you're at your wit's end.

Don't go to places you've never been unless absolutely necessary.

These are all strengths.

Of course, Bi Fang had mentioned these platitudes to his audience many times before, so he didn't repeat them. He turned and walked to where he had previously been boiling soup, lifting the lid; there was no steam coming off, but it hadn't cooled either, being just right. Since it was covered, the soup was not contaminated by locusts.

Bi Fang looked delighted: "Lucky."

He picked up the clay pot, drinking down the soup sprinkled with droplets of oil and hinting of salt.

Replenished with water, it was another refreshed and energized day for Bi Fang. He washed the pot, ensuring no oily residue was left, then stuffed it back into his backpack.

Lastly, calling out to the cheetah by name, man and beast resumed their journey.

The arrival of the rainy season had nearly transformed the entire African Savannah.

With time passing, such changes grew more and more significant—the desolation, the complete dissipation of the dry yellow.

The grass on the ground was a vibrant green, and the trees were incredibly lush, the tender green leaves so delicate it made one want to pluck a few to chew, tasting their crisp fragrance.

The vegetation on the savanna was incredibly resilient; during the dry season, the herbaceous plants would entirely wither, leaving only the underground part behind, and within a week of the rainy season arriving, they would sprout broad leaves lush enough to submerge one's ankles.

The bright red Maasai trees bloomed profusely.

As one of the savanna's signature plants, they would often bloom with red flowers during the dry season, each flower resembling a little bird in flight, thus attracting birds for pollination.

At first glance, one might even mistake the tree to be brimming with red birds.

However, with the rainy season's arrival, the flowers began to wither, and a thin red carpet had spread across the ground, some petals crushed into the mud by enormous hoof prints.

Beneath the shadows, the bright red petals were pressed to release their juice, turning brown after oxidization.

The hoof prints were deep, indicating that a large creature had made them.

And indeed, that was the case.

Bi Fang stood on a small elevation, gazing at the distant giraffe that stood tall and majestic, splitting the incoming wind as if it were a battle flag.

The collar of his neck was lifted by the breeze, and the cuffs of his beige shirt were rolled up to his upper arms, revealing the finely defined muscles of his forearms.

After the arduous trek, the cheetah lay exhausted on the ground, its tail silently thumping against Bi Fang's shoe surface, seemingly expressing its dissatisfaction, also bringing Bi Fang's attention back.

"Next to the torch trees, the tree that the giraffe is munching on is called Fragrant Flower Tea, a kind of Acacia; it has curved, hook-like thorns all over its trunk to prevent animals from eating it,"

"But for animals like the giraffe, with their thick skin, these thorns are completely ineffective."

"Their mouths, tongues, faces, and other parts are particularly thick-skinned, just like how camels eat cacti, they are totally unfazed by such thorns."

"Therefore, the giraffe eats the leaves of Fragrant Flower Tea when there are leaves, and the flowers when there are flowers, totally indifferent to the thorns. However, for some shorter animals, the Acacia's defensive mechanism is still quite effective."

"Of course, our goal is not the Fragrant Flower Tea, but the Ceylon raspberry to its right; we just have to wait for the giraffe to leave."

Bi Fang waited here precisely for the giraffe to move on.

Despite the giraffe's tall and slim appearance, seemingly fragile, it was also one of the dominant herbivores of the savanna.

A full-grown giraffe weighed over a ton and stood over five meters tall. With such a stature, even without fighting skills, a collision would be formidable.

Especially its kicks, which were not only wide-ranging but also packed a force that could exceed three tons, strong enough to kick someone straight through.

A few minutes later.

"Alright, the giraffe has left. Let's go take a look."

Bi Fang led the cheetah forward, and the group found the Ceylon raspberry he mentioned on a small tree a hundred meters to the right of the Acacia.

At first glance, it looked somewhat like a loquat, but not as dense, and colored green.

"There are two common types of Ceylon raspberry on the African Savannah, one called the East African Ceylon Raspberry, the other the South African Ceylon Raspberry; not much difference between them. Both have thorny stems, and their fruit is edible and quite tasty, good for eating fresh or making into jam."

Bi Fang picked the fruit and stuffed it into his backpack.

The cheetah beside him looked on eagerly, so Bi Fang threw one directly into its mouth.

Harley contentedly hugged the fruit, licking and eating it.

Though their destination was north, Bi Fang did not travel in a straight line but zigzagged instead, wandering east and west unpredictably. Sometimes he would even roam the savanna with Harley, collecting various spices and fruits like "picking up trash."

Now, his backpack was stuffed with a fresh handful of Furry Throat Sheath Ovary Flower.

Plants from the Lamiaceae family often have a rich fragrance, such as mint, rosemary, lavender, etc.

The Furry Throat Sheath Ovary Flower was no exception, except Bi Fang picked it not for consumption or as a herb.

It was because its leaves were thick and large, and could serve as toilet paper when none was available, providing a smooth and soft touch that most tissues couldn't match.

It even left a lingering fragrance on one's hands after use.

Three birds with one stone.

And during such leisurely strolls across the African Savanna, Bi Fang made an unexpected discovery below a low hill.