Of course, on the other hand, that's another story.
If you don't eat the meat on the ground, you're wasting your time.
The Zerg army will carry as much as it can, until the forest overlords return, and until it can no longer carry anything.
However, this wiped out the goblin army, but the revenge was not yet complete.
Besides goblins, the insectoid army was previously attacked by scavenging creatures such as hyenas and vultures.
The flying ants continued their search throughout the forest, looking for traces of their enemies.
Some scattered hyenas were also found, but in very small numbers.
The hound pack that attacked the Zerg army earlier was not found; that pack of hounds numbered in the thousands.
After searching for a long time, I still couldn't find any clues.
Zhao Zian decided not to dwell on it anymore; he would deal with them when they came across it again.
Now all our energy is focused on moving food.
...
After some time, some of the corpses in the core area were removed, but at this time, the flying ants in the distance also issued an alarm.
Those overlord-level creatures, and their minions, seem to be returning soon.
Those foreign forces eventually fled back to Forest City.
Those overlord-level creatures were all hot-tempered. Although the outside forces successfully hid in the forest city, the overlord-level creatures were still unwilling to give up, so they launched a beast tide to attack the city.
However, Forest City has very strong defenses and has experienced many beast sieges before, so it is quite experienced in dealing with such attacks.
In the end, Forest City managed to hold its ground against the beast horde attack.
Both the rulers of the forest and the forces outside the forest paid a heavy price.
After discovering the heavy losses suffered by their own troops, the forest overlords, seeing the strong and tenacious defenses of the forest city, had no confidence that they could take it down.
They could only slink back into the forest in disgrace.
"Damn humans, I'll never let you get away with this again!"
"You wretched pointy-eared dwarves, don't let me run into you again, or I'll tear you to pieces!"
"All you do is cower in your turtle city and defend yourselves, pshaw! You're all a bunch of spineless cowards! If you've got the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one!"
"Don't let me run into you in the forest again, or I'll kill you all on sight!"
"..."
...
Although they failed to capture Forest City, they certainly couldn't afford to lose face in terms of verbal momentum.
Before leaving, the forest overlords left behind a few sarcastic and insulting words.
The various factions in Forest City, of course, would not be provoked by their language.
To become the leader of any faction, one must not only be strong enough, but also extremely shrewd and calculating.
In response to the provocations of the monsters in the forest, the archers in the forest city simply fired a barrage of arrows imbued with fire and magical effects.
These attacks struck the herd of beasts, causing further casualties.
With the fall of some wild beasts, this beast tide could only end in failure.
"Haha, you damned animals, get back to your forests!"
"Keep dreaming about conquering our Forest City!"
"You should drink less horse piss in the future; you're so drunk you're talking nonsense!"
"Don't let me run into you again, or my sword will surely pierce your anus!"
"Hahaha……"
As the monster forces retreated, the atmosphere in Forest City became cheerful.
"Haha, Hans, you've really struck gold this time! Dragon Blood Grass is an extremely precious elixir. With this stuff, your apprentice's talent will definitely reach new heights, and surpassing you in the future will be a piece of cake!"
The city lord patted Hans on the shoulder and said with a loud laugh.
After fighting side by side for so long, he and Hans had developed a very good relationship.
He used to address Hans respectfully as "Phantom Sword Saint," but now he calls him by his first name.
"It seems our human race is about to gain another sword saint! Haha, this is truly something to be happy about!"
A soldier with short, fiery red hair stood to the side and spoke with great pride.
At this moment, the dwarf chieftain also laughed loudly:
"Hahaha...Why say so much? Let's drink! Let's drink!"
Everyone, come to our Dwarf Tavern! The drinks are on me tonight! To celebrate Lord Phantom Sword Saint obtaining the Dragonblood Grass, and to celebrate our successful defense against the beast tide, tonight we'll drink until we drop!
"Okay, okay!"
"good……"
With everyone echoing their agreement, they all laughed and prepared to celebrate today's victory.
However, Phantom Sword Saint Hans had a furrowed brow.
He knew perfectly well that his apprentice must have encountered a fatal threat to activate the life-saving scroll on his body.
To prevent his apprentice from not receiving the necessary training, this scroll will not be opened easily.
Hans did not join the celebration. He remained silent, his face grim, and strode quickly toward the hotel where he had stayed.
This is the teleportation location he set.
Whenever John encounters a fatal threat, he will be teleported directly to the inn where he previously stayed.
Sure enough, Hans frowned even more deeply. As soon as he arrived near the inn, his keen nose caught a faint smell of blood.
Speed up and rush straight into the hotel.
The strong smell of blood wafted out from under the door of the hotel he had booked earlier.
When the door was opened, John was emaciated and his body was in a very bad state.
Several fingers were broken, and one leg was missing.
His body was covered in blood, and a lot of his flesh had been gnawed away by something.
John was seriously injured and had fallen into a coma.
"John!"
Hans roared and immediately rushed over to pick up John.
Meanwhile, the leaders of other races also arrived, and their keen senses allowed them to easily detect that John's emotions were not right.
So they decided to postpone the celebration and rushed over to see what was going on.
As a result, this is the scene I saw as soon as I arrived.
One of the elves, a tall and voluptuous woman, stepped out.
"Sword Saint, let me try to heal this child. He is severely injured, and his life may be in danger if he is not treated soon!"
Hans was extremely anxious, and upon hearing this, he could only step aside.
"Spirits of Nature, display your might!"
A green light was released from the female elf's hand.
"Natural Healing Techniques!"
The green light enveloped John, and the small wounds on his body gradually began to heal. However, in many places, it was no longer just a simple wound; large pieces of flesh had been torn away.
The treatment healed his small wounds and temporarily stabilized his condition, but the lost flesh could not grow back immediately.
Unless you find out where he lost his flesh and limbs, you can't reconnect them.
But John's severed leg and missing fingers had already been eaten by the Zerg army, and after so much time, they'd probably been processed into excrement...
P.S.: Many readers have different opinions on the direction of the plot. It's really impossible to please everyone, and it's giving me a real headache.
After much thought, I've decided to write it according to my own ideas.
I won't give away any details, just wait and see.
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