Relying on the stamina-restoring effect of his Murkoff combat boots, Bai Mu had planted a total of four Cherry Bombs. The successive landslides and crumbling walls made their footing sowhat unstable. Once he saw the giant wolves buried under the rubble, he quickly led the others into a retreat, fearing the ground beneath them might collapse as well.
A short distance away from the valley, Bai Mu located the deer herd. Tuya led the young deer toward them.
They continued their eastward migration. Bai Mu constantly monitored the activity near the valley using his mobile ward, but saw no signs of the wolf pack pursuing them. He felt a bit worried, as this ti he hadn't received the [You have killed a Mountain Evil God - Wolf] notification. Perhaps the dirt and rocks weren't enough to kill the wolves, or maybe those wolves hadn't yet reached the level of a Mountain Evil God.
He couldn't exactly go back and dig them out of the mud, so his only option was to keep pushing forward.
They followed the mountain range steadily onward. During this ti, Bai Mu maintained his summon of the Witch. The land to the east remained uncorrupted, and after the wolf incident, they encountered no more pursuing Mountain Evil Gods. This latter half of the journey was much smoother, feeling almost like a simple hiking trip.
They relied on hunting to replenish their food. With the mobile ward and night vision cara, hunting for Bai Mu was easier than child's play.
In fact, it could hardly be called hunting at all; it was more like picking up takeout.
In this resource-rich primordial mountain range, food was everywhere. Wild boars, wild deer, and even bears and pheasants—as long as his reconnaissance spotted a wild animal, not a single one could escape.
Even when the mobile ward didn't spot prey directly, he could roughly judge where animals might be active based on the mushrooms growing in the mountains. He felt like a fish in water in this terrain. This Script actually felt much more relaxing than his life before coming to Paradise. After dealing with that giant boar and the wolf pack, it was as if he had returned to the baby-difficulty of Deserted Island Survival, just swapping a deserted island for a deserted mountain.
The so-called Mountain Evil Gods didn't seem to give him any sense of being hunted. After advancing through the mountains for five days, he used the animal skins he had peeled off his kills to synthesize new leather clothing for the villagers following him.
Simply throwing animal skins into the Book of the Witch for synthesis wouldn't guarantee a specific result. However, by using the villagers' clothes as a base and adding materials like bear and deer skins, he could produce common-grade clothing such as "Animal Skin Tops" and "Animal Skin Bottoms."
Over the course of five days, he replaced everyone's outfits with brand-new ones.
Every person, and even every deer, received new equipnt. Bai Mu synthesized a new deer saddle for Tuya. The synthesis materials were one of the inferior deer saddles combined with a black bear skin he had hunted. This new saddle was much softer to sit on and incredibly warm.
On the morning of the fifth day, they walked through a damp and lush primordial forest. Greenery surrounded them, and there was still no sign of any Mountain Evil Gods behind them. Bai Mu's Riding Proficiency had already reached Lv.3; simply riding Tuya on the journey steadily increased the skill's experience points. Xiao Wei was no longer as nervous as she had been when they first entered the Script. Strolling through a primordial forest accompanied by so many people wasn't scary at all; rather, it felt like a camping trip.
Because she cooked with the stew pot every day, her Cooking Proficiency had leveled up again, reaching Lv.8.
On this day, Bai Mu unexpectedly received a notification sound.
[You have killed a Mountain Evil God — Resentful Wolf]
He had buried the wolf pack in the valley five days ago, but only today did he receive the kill notification.
'Did they finally suffocate after being buried under rocks for five days?' Bai Mu thought. 'Can a Mountain Evil God actually suffocate to death?' While he was pondering this, they finally crossed the end of the mountain range, stepping out of the mountains and forests on foot.
Standing on the winding, snake-like ridge, Bai Mu gazed downward and looked on in slight surprise. There was actually a human village down there. There were cultivated fields and houses built of stacked stones. It seed the humans here had already entered an agrarian society and learned to farm. The human civilization on this side of the mountain was more advanced than the other.
However, the village appeared deserted. The place looked as though it had been ravaged by war or perhaps plundered by bandits. There were scorch marks on the thatched cottages, and the fields were overgrown with weeds. Bai Mu could faintly make out corpses lying in the dirt, and he also spotted so reflective tallic objects. The Shaman seed to know sothing, gesturing wildly toward the village. Hearing her words and seeing her actions, the young girls all revealed cautious expressions and unslung the bows from their backs.
Bai Mu dismounted his deer to question the Shaman. After five days together, although he still couldn't understand her language, they had established the pronunciations for certain things and the anings of specific hand gestures.
For example, raising a wooden arrow ant there were enemies. The Shaman raised her wooden arrow toward the village below. After a few rounds of drawing and gesturing with her, Bai Mu roughly understood what she ant.
She wasn't saying there were enemies currently in the village, but rather that the people of this unseen village were their enemies.
Perhaps there was so ancestral feud between the two sides, causing her to harbor hostility toward the people here.
Regardless, now that they were here, they still had to go down and take a look.
It had been five days since entering the Script, and Bai Mu still hadn't figured out what exactly a Mountain Evil God was. At this rate, even if he cleared the Script, he'd probably only get a B-grade or C-grade rating.
Moreover, he felt this Script might not be as peaceful as it seed on the surface. The ti limit to escape the pursuit was a full thirty days, which highly suggested this was a Script where the danger level would continuously escalate as ti went on.
It was like how only that one patch of forest had started to wither initially, but after five days, who knew how far the Mountain Evil Gods running out of that forest had spread death and decay?
It was sowhat like a zombie horde. The number of people initially infected with the zombie virus was just a small handful, but it would soon spread wildly through frenzied zombies and airborne infection.
The place he was in now seed relatively peaceful, but in another five days, perhaps even the ground beneath his feet would turn into a dead zone. In any case, under Bai Mu's instructions, they headed down the slope toward the village.
The sll of rot and blood perated the air, and Bai Mu also caught the scent of gunpowder.
Walking past the overgrown fields, he discovered the corpses of villagers clad in linen clothes lying on the ground, along with scattered longswords. They had already mastered the technology of slting iron ore, but what surprised Bai Mu the most didn't stop there. On the back of one corpse, he found a blood hole the size of a thumb.
Inside the wound was a pitch-black iron pellet. The humans here had even manufactured firearms.
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