Chapter 1257: Chapter 1255: The Pride of the Tree
Bi Bi’s emotions were extrely complex, standing in place, unsure what to do—the blow was just too heavy.
To know, in order to find the target, she has always been very diligent—except for the first few months of fun, and recently indulging in a little drink and a few days’ sleep, she’s been very earnest.
She’s put in so much effort, yet every ti she fails; is this world too unfriendly?
What else can she do?
Bi Bi stood in place for a while, a white dove flew over, cooing, waking her up.
Bi Bi looked at the dove, listened to its call for a while, as if receiving so information; her eyes sparkled, realization hit her: “That’s right, it’s okay if the target escaped. This ti I saw which direction he ran, and sensed the latest scent. I can follow along, and he won’t be able to shake off. So this ti, if I persist to the end, I can definitely catch up with him. Definitely!”
Bi Bi’s gaze beca resolute, no longer hesitating, she decided to act, and turned to move.
At that mont, the rumbling of carriage wheels sounded—a luxurious carriage drove into the street and stopped nearby.
Sherlock lifted the curtain of the carriage compartnt, glanced at the locked and sealed courtyard gate, raised his brows, puzzled and slightly annoyed: “What’s going on, hasn’t co back yet? Or just returned and left again, was that streak in the sky just now?
If so, it’s difficult for . The letter entrusted by others for to deliver, when can I hand it to you? If it’s not handed to you, my mind harboring the matter, even play seems amiss. Alas.”
Sighing lightly, Sherlock was about to instruct the coachman to leave, but saw Bi Bi at the gate, blinking curiously asking: “Who are you? You ca here, are you also looking for soone like I am?”
“Humph!” Bi Bi snorted, too proud to waste ti caring, retorted with arrogance, “What’s it to you!” With that said, turned and walked away.
Sherlock froze, a bit embarrassed, touched his nose to hide the awkwardness, muttered: “So rude, be careful of karma.”
“Tch, I don’t believe it.” Bi Bi rolled her eyes in response, quickly walked out of the street, leaving with the white dove.
Sherlock watched Bi Bi’s disappearing figure, couldn’t help but shrug, then looked again at Richard’s courtyard gate, shook his head, helplessly instructed the coachman to drive away.
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Ti passed, quickly night fell in the forest.
Under the dense darkness surrounding, Tin Wood led Annie, Nancy, and Gro, constantly shifting positions to avoid increasingly powerful attacks from abnormal creatures.
After a day’s developnt, the power of abnormal creatures strengthened again; every dispatched attack unit now reached twenty teams, with five thousand creatures, and intervals grew shorter, leaving Tin Wood feeling sowhat strained.
Using so information provided by forest trees, Tin Wood took Annie and the others to a new safe area, seizing the chance to recuperate physical strength.
At this ti, the tree and the three people didn’t look well.
Tin Wood being a tree didn’t need further description; after continuous battles, the previously solid golden trunk was pitted and no longer shiny. The origin power that took long to stabilize now showed signs of instability again, which worried Tin Wood greatly and annoyed him.
As for Annie, Nancy, and Gro, comparatively their state was a bit better but not much. Since eting Tin Wood, they’ve been under his protection, as the forest war was completely beyond their level; once Tin Wood releases protection, they’re instantly at risk of endless abnormal creatures killing them.
However, even so, long-term escape and ongoing pressure left them exhausted. Plus, they occasionally faced so escapees charging from Tin Wood, injuries weren’t few. At this point, their mana was already drained, their legs as heavy as lead, upon moving to the safety spot, they seized every second to rest.
Annie sat leaning against a tree, quickly rubbing her legs—a thod she learned previously to relieve fatigue.
Nancy glanced but didn’t rub her legs, instead moved her neck, wrists, ankles, and joints to ensure no issues during upcoming escape.
Only Gro was straightforward, tired like a dead dog, plopped onto the ground, then lay sprawled out. His chest heaved, breathing heavily for quite a while, finally recovering so strength, looked up at Tin Wood and asked: “Well… Tin Wood sir, this ti can we rest a bit longer, I feel… I really can’t run anymore.”
“Do as you please, kid!” Tin Wood replied without courtesy, “I’m leaving soon, if you want to stay, just stay, I won’t force.”
Gro: “…” His expression stiffened, and nothing ca out.
At this mont, Annie finished rubbing her legs, stood up, looked at Tin Wood, asked: “Tin Wood sir, when are we leaving?”
“Rest no more than a minute.” Tin Wood solemnly said, “Those beetles are chasing closer, absolutely cannot hesitate, otherwise entangled, our situation would be very bad.”
“Then…” Nancy started to ask a question, suddenly interrupted by Tin Wood.
“No, wait!” Tin Wood turned his head toward a direction, perceiving sothing, spoke seriously, “Not resting another minute, we must leave now, hurry!”
With that said, regardless of whether the three reacted, he led them quickly in the opposite direction.
But… after just two steps, suddenly halted, Tin Wood turned back, looked at the following puzzled three, revealed a bitter smile saying: “Alright, we don’t need to leave anymore.”
“Hmm?”
Tin Wood looked at Gro, saying: “Kid, this ti you can rest as long as you want, because… we can’t run anymore, we are surrounded!”
As Tin Wood’s words fell, from all directions ca “rustling” sounds, countless abnormal creatures appeared, surrounding them densely.
In the sky, a “buzzing” sound erged, more than forty black beetles, nearly ten red beetles commanding.
This ti the force surrounding Tin Wood reached sixty squads, more than fifteen thousand creatures, far exceeding any previous count. If fully powerful, Tin Wood felt he’d have a fight chance, but now severely weakened, truly felt so despair.
Still, he didn’t show it, since Annie and the others were here, didn’t want the three kids to look down on him.
And if Richard scorned him, let it be, but being scorned by three kids, he’d rather die. After all, he is the Tree Sage, Forest Source, Immortal Guardian—Yuketrahill Alhaydon Ximu!
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