Bai Mu sat on Tuya's back while Xiao Wei perched in his arms, directing a continuous breeze toward the spots Bai Mu pointed out. The Updraft skill was usually quite useless, but its single redeeming quality was its minimal Mana consumption. Channeling it continuously for a full minute only drained about five points of Mana.
The shredded fragnts of clothing were swept high into the air by the Updraft, then scattered by the natural wind to every corner of the forest, falling like a light rain. Truly, there were no garbage skills; in the right situation, even the most useless ability could prove its worth.
Regardless of whether this tactic could successfully confuse the wolf pack, they had no choice but to flee relentlessly. There were over twenty wolves, each as massive as a calf and built like a fierce tiger. They were not sothing ordinary people could handle.
Bai Mu might have the ans to escape, but the villagers caught in the crossfire would be dood. They likely wouldn't survive a single exchange before being torn apart. Therefore, to maximize their chances of survival, his only option was to lead them as far away as possible.
Shortly after he distanced himself from the entrance of the cedar forest, the wolf pack arrived in hot pursuit. They quickly discovered the riverside where Bai Mu and the villagers had previously camped. Discarded boar bones lay scattered, traces of a charcoal fire marked the ground, and patches of bare earth showed where the deer herd had grazed.
Wherever these wolves passed, they brought death and decay, just like that giant boar. The leaves of the once-thriving cedar trees rustled as they rained down, the vibrant green foliage turning into dry, dead husks. Even the lush grass shriveled into dust.
The wolf pack dug frantically around the villagers' resting spot, gnawing on the dead boar's bones and unearthing the discarded entrails and intestines from the soil.
They bared their fangs nacingly. Even the crystal-clear river water was tainted with foulness by their re presence.
After tearing up the campsite to no avail, they picked up the scent and plunged into the cedar forest.
As it turned out, having an overly sensitive nose was not always a blessing. The cedar forest was saturated with the scent of humans. A full night of fleeing had soaked the villagers' garnts in sweat and skin oils. Now that these shredded clothes were scattered across the branches, grass, and bushes, the scent had dispersed everywhere. The wolves began running in frantic circles through the woods, darting east and then west, completely unable to pinpoint the exact direction of Bai Mu's escape. By this ti, Bai Mu had already led the group up a mountain range. Tuya was exceptionally nimble, her hooves finding steady purchase even on this treacherous terrain. Sitting atop the spirit deer, Bai Mu looked down at the cedar forest below.
Although he could not spot the wolves directly, he could estimate their location based on the shifting colors of the forest. Wherever the pack road, the surrounding trees rapidly withered and died.
He realized his diversion was a success. The foolish wolves had indeed been baffled by the scraps of clothing. Relying too heavily on a single advantage made it dangerously easy to fall into a trap.
A crown-shaped patch of decay blood in the distant cedar forest. He knew that was the chaotic wolf pack crashing around blindly.
Unfortunately, this trick could only be used once. The villagers simply did not have enough clothes left to repeat the performance. Adai and Ashi, for example, were now down to a re strip of cloth barely covering their chests, and simple undergarnts secured with string around their waists.
Large expanses of Ashi's snow-white belly and thighs were completely exposed. If soone recorded this scene and posted it online, it would definitely go viral.
With the exception of the older Shaman, the rest of the villagers were actually quite young and beautiful. Even the won who had already given birth looked no older than twenty. In these primitive nomadic tribes, marrying and having children at fourteen or fifteen was incredibly common. After all, surviving in such a harsh natural environnt was difficult, and their average lifespan rarely exceeded forty years.
If they had been born in the modern world, Bai Mu felt he could easily manage them as an idol group. The view was incredibly stunning, bringing a sense of physical and ntal delight just by looking at them.
Returning to the matter at hand, forcing them to strip any further would an they had to march completely naked. They would lose their only layer of warmth. While the season had not yet turned to winter, it was far from the heat of sumr. Judging by the temperature, it felt like the transition from spring to sumr—roughly March or April according to the calendar Bai Mu knew.
At night, the temperature would plunge to around ten degrees Celsius. They had already endured that chill last night. Furthermore, they were currently on a mountain, and the higher altitude brought even colder air. Even though it was dayti, it felt almost as freezing as the previous night.
Adai, who regularly hunted in the wild, was handling it well. However, Ashi, who spent most of her ti in the village, was already shivering uncontrollably. Making them take off more clothes would easily lead to severe hypothermia or sickness.
In an era completely devoid of dical care, surviving any illness relied entirely on pure luck.
A common cold, which modern people would brush off as trivial, could easily prove fatal to them. Moreover, clothing provided more than just warmth; it served as a vital barrier to prevent sharp branches and jagged stones from slicing open their skin.
Wound infections posed another massive threat to the villagers.
Although Bai Mu still had Health Potions in his inventory, the issue was the sheer number of people. Excluding the swaddled infants, there were thirty-two villagers in total. He lacked a spammable, low-cost healing skill. Once his consumable recovery items ran out, they were gone for good.
dical conditions in ancient tis were abysmally poor, making basic survival a brutal ordeal. On average, out of five or six infants, perhaps only one would live to see adulthood.
Gathering all the remaining undergarnts might buy them one more distraction against the wolf pack.
Yet, this thod was only a temporary fix, not a permanent cure. Sooner or later, the wolves would realize they had been tricked and resu the hunt. What would he do then? Force the girls to bleed to create a false trail? Being chased indefinitely was not a viable plan. From his encounter with the giant boar, Bai Mu knew these creatures could be killed. Since things had escalated to this point, rather than running themselves into the ground, he decided it was ti to risk it all in a desperate fight.
How could a herd of deer, which required sleep and food, possibly outrun the restless, tireless Mountain Evil Gods?
They would be caught eventually. Even with their head start, hadn't the wolf pack already managed to bite at their heels?
Capitalizing on the ti he had bought, Bai Mu used his mobile vision ward to scout the area once more. He ordered the villagers to halt, leaped down from Tuya's back, and began scaling the sheer, blade-like cliff face in front of him.
Adai and Ashi watched with slightly parted lips as he scrambled up the precipice as effortlessly as walking on flat ground, quickly reaching a height they had to crane their necks to see.
It took Bai Mu a few minutes to ascend to a vantage point where he could use his vision to survey the entire layout of the mountain beneath him. He scanned the area for the specific terrain he needed. Before long, he spotted a deep, gorge-like canyon.
'This is the place,' Bai Mu thought.
Running blindly all day was no way to survive. This ti, he was taking the offensive. Since they were Mountain Evil Gods, their power inherently ca from the mountains. In that case, he would use the very mountain itself to slaughter them.
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