Chapter 275: Chapter 275: The Gradually Desolate World Chapter 275: Chapter 275: The Gradually Desolate World After the last battle, the werewolves and the Wild Boar n both began to conserve their energy and gather their strength.
There was no way around it; although both sides wanted to attack the other, the losses they had suffered last ti were simply too great.
Their military forces had suffered heavy losses.
The Wild Boar n, though still possessing their main legion, had few strong warriors left.
The key issue was their lack of speed.
Without the ability to secure a definitive advantage, they dared not leave their tribes vulnerable to an attack.
Doing so would only allow the extrely swift Wolf Riders to pick them off one by one.
The situation for the werewolves was even more tragic.
Originally, there were so who could have remained, but after the Wind Bone Grass’s assault, the main werewolf legion had been completely destroyed.
Those who managed to escape were too few to protect all their kin.
It was only because the Wild Boar n had not pursued their victory that the werewolves could persist.
They had thought they might recuperate, but then they began to notice sothing ominous.
The clusters of Wind Bone Grass were multiplying, and even the blades of grass were sharp enough to cut.
Gradually, livestock couldn’t survive anywhere outside the fortified settlents.
Grass, once ubiquitous, was now scarce, and they had to search far afield.
Even grass roots, which they gathered, still weren’t enough.
As the livestock grew thinner and weaker, the Beastn could hardly bear it, but they would slaughter these wounded animals and consu the less-than-luscious at.
At this mont, inside a cave, several werewolves were warming themselves by a fire, eating.
A closer look would reveal that the at they roasted was taken from Ratn.
It was common knowledge that neither werewolves nor Wild Boar n would ever eat Ratn before.
“When will these damned days co to an end?
Where on earth do these cursed Grass Balls co from?”
“Who knows?
Surely it’s not retaliation for always having our livestock graze,” one werewolf said tongue-in-cheek.
“Shut up.
Don’t talk nonsense.
There must be sothing wrong with these Grass Balls, sothing we don’t know.
Intelligence suggests that the Wild Boar n are faring no better; otherwise, I might have thought they were behind this.”
Having no other option, these two clans were the most powerful in the world and wished nothing more than the death of the other.
Since the last battle, the hatred between the two sides had beco irreconcilable.
While they were talking, a Grass Ball flew over their heads, knocking so soil from the edge of the cave.
“Ptui, ptui, ptui!
Another one?
These Grass Balls are appearing more frequently now.” The others looked up as well, lanting the fact that they now had to dwell in caves.
On the surface, a Ratman cautiously peeked out, then gestured with a wave of the hand.
A group of Ratn erged, scouring the ground for anything edible.
They could burrow, but there was nothing for them to eat underground.
When the food ran out, they still had to resurface.
Besides, burrowing required strength; without food, they tried to move as little as possible to conserve energy.
During past hardships, they would also do this, but now their situation was even more dire.
A Ratman suddenly collapsed while walking.
The others saw a continuous bleed from his foot.
Only Wind Bone Grass could inflict such a wound, and he hadn’t even felt it.
“Be careful, everyone!
Watch the ground, and don’t step on those fragnts,” the leader, irritated, said because there were shards of Wind Bone Grass on the ground.
As the grass proliferated, collisions between them beca more frequent.
Such collisions caused mutual harm among the Wind Bone Grass.
As a result, the life span of the Wind Bone Grass would be shorter, especially if the damage was severe.
But each collision also scattered fragnts onto the ground.
These pieces didn’t vanish right away and could maintain their potency for several days.
During those days, any creature that touched the shards could be marked by their power.
The Ratman who had just fallen had stepped on such a piece, resulting in the wound.
Because it wasn’t discovered in ti, and he bled until there was practically nothing left to bleed, he was beyond saving.
“Take him back.
If we can’t find food today, we won’t starve,” soone said.
Indeed, the bodies of their own kind had beco food in these tis.
No morsel of food would be wasted, even so Ratn were collecting blood-soaked soil.
As long as they could extract blood, it was edible and could sustain their lives.
Ratn were unique in that they could consu soil without being hard.
In terms of survival, neither werewolves nor Wild Boar n could match them.
The entire world was in the throes of disaster, not just the werewolves, but the Wild Boar n were in the sa plight.
The Wild Boar n’s larger size made them more hesitant to expose themselves above ground.
A brush with Wind Bone Grass ant extensive, difficult-to-heal wounds.
Yet eventually, as food beca scarcer, they had no choice but to erge.
“Be very careful; if your Fighting Spirit runs out, return quickly,” they were cautioned.
A hit from Wind Bone Grass consud vast amounts of Fighting Spirit to nullify its power.
Without quick nullification, the consequences were dire.
Only those who had cultivated their Fighting Spirit qualified to venture out.
However, the subsequent Wild Boar n had almost ceased cultivation because such cultivation required resources.
Without substantial food support, rashly practicing cultivation would only lead to weakness.
In these tis of increasing scarcity, they could not afford to cultivate, relying instead on their seniors for survival.
Even Fang Jie gradually realized the world was changing.
The ecology had been completely disrupted by his own Wind Bone Grass.
His Death Crows flying overhead could hardly see vast stretches of green below, and the lack of animals was glaring.
Birds were once abundant, but now they too were nearing extinction.
Birds ultimately had to land, and those creatures with bloodshot eyes below wouldn’t pass up the chance, using every ans to secure food.
Wind Bone Grass on the ground didn’t discriminate against birds either.
Moreover, even aerial creatures needed sustenance.
Prior to this, Fang Jie’s Death Crows had been hunted many tis as prey and had even been caught twice.
But now, that was no longer the case.
For Death Crows flying high, there were no other birds to be seen, especially the predators.
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