Xiao Wu turned his head, his hair swaying in the lake water like in slow motion. Through the clear water, he saw the struggling natives of the Four Seasons Star.
A sudden flood could drown even Earthlings who can only drink water by mouth, let alone those races whose skulls can also drink water.
"Bang!" He darted out like a missile launching into the sky, leaving a long trail.
He glanced at the girl who was rescuing people, then rushed towards the child and the elderly.
"Plop!" Shimizu emerged from the water, holding the child, and turned her head twice, gradually becoming horrified and stunned.
All around her was endless water, with only distant sand dunes proving she was still in the desert.
Standing on the sand dunes, or looking down from the air, her head and the child's head in her arms hang forlornly above the lake, like a black dot on a mirror.
Like a small fish, Xiao Wu darted back and forth at the bottom of the lake, directly from the underwater surface to the desert on the lakeshore in the shortest distance.
Along the lake's edge, soon, like dried fish, lay the bellies of the seasonal indigenous people.
Shimizu endured the pain of water filling her body and swam to the shore with the child in her arms. As she knelt and vomited the lake water, she heard a splashing sound behind her. She had never heard so much water flowing before, like a 'desert waterfall'.
She remained kneeling and looked back, seeing Xiao Wu pulling a rope as he walked out of the lake, with three sand camel beasts tied to the rope rising to the surface like small hills.
The wounds on their legs have healed, and as long as there is water, any injury is just mud and sand sticking to the body of the sand beast.
The sand beast was also spitting water.
Never before, neither the Shimizus nor the Sand Beasts had ever experienced being completely submerged in water.
Even in the oasis blessed by the king of wind and light, they only dared to put their hands in the water, not daring to waste it.
Where did the lake water come from?
She looked at Xiao Wu.
"Um," Xiao Wu put away the rope, "are you alright?"
"You... Pfft!" Another mouthful of lake water spurted out of Qing Shui's mouth.
Not only his mouth, but also his nose and eyes seemed to be leaking water.
As the cloud platform descended, Li Changzhou surveyed the native inhabitants of the Four Seasons Star before him. They all had wheat-colored skin, mostly red hair, sky-blue or lake-blue eyes, and desert-yellow clothes.
The fact that these people could recognize them as Earthlings immediately suggests that there is no race with black hair and brown children on this planet.
He turned his gaze to Qingshui: "May I ask, what is this 'blessing of wind and light' you mentioned earlier? Is it your belief, or the belief of everyone on this planet?"
To get the Four Seasons Star People to surrender willingly, destroying their faith is one way, and perhaps the most effective way.
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Northeast Line.
'Traffic Light' sits on a fallen tree trunk, guarding the beehive above its head.
The spear was stuck in the soil to one side. He held the foreleg of a quadruped in his hand, and with a flick of his head, his strong teeth tore off a piece of flesh.
Chewing vigorously, blood around the mouth, raw.
"It tastes a little better than raw deer, raw horse, or raw sheep."
To avoid attracting the attention of the local indigenous people, the 'signal lights' were not lit.
It wasn't that he was afraid of the local inhabitants; his current task was to ensure the safe hatching of the beehives above him, and he didn't want any unforeseen complications.
Eating raw meat was nothing new to him. He had encountered all sorts of environments and eaten all sorts of things during the first phase. He had even drunk his own urine and other players' blood in the desert.
As for why I'm eating...
As one of Earth's top players, 'Signal Light' needs a lot of food every day. He has "Hundred Vegetable Pills" on him, but he is not hungry now. In case of emergency, and only when he has nothing else to do, he naturally cannot touch the granary.
Looking around, the climate was warm like spring, and the flower petals were like a sea, enough to kill the golden-ringed hornets by collecting nectar to feed the queen bee's reproduction.
Each time, more golden-ringed wasps fly out of the hive than the last time.
When the sky darkens like a black cloud, half of the golden-ringed wasps, accompanied by the new queen, fly elsewhere to build a new nest.
The 'signal light' stood guard for about two hours, and the hive had split five times, averaging once every 24 minutes.
It's 6 minutes faster than the 30-minute interval that the 'bonsai enthusiast' guy mentioned. Is it because there are more flowers here, and the nectar is more nutritious?
“The meat tastes even better.” ’Traffic Light’ took another bite of the meat.
At his feet lay the skeleton of an animal.
Whoosh!
The overwhelming barrage of arrows resembled a giant black python, lunging towards the 'signal light'.
'Signal Light' chewed deeply, and the spear standing beside him released a blue light barrier, enveloping him.
The arrow struck the barrier with a thud, and ripples spread across the barrier like raindrops.
"We still got caught. We were eating raw meat for nothing. I should have cooked it." Signal Light took another bite of the meat.
The arrows fell to the ground and piled up around him, like a pile of firewood, ready to roast him alive.
The traffic light indicates that we'll be using arrows to grill the meat later, and we can also skewer it.
The world was eerily quiet. He looked up and saw the beehive pinned to the ground by the arrow. Fishbone-like thorns grew from the arrow shaft, killing all the golden-ringed wasps inside the hive.
"Damn it!" He dropped the raw meat in his hand, stood up, and reached for the spear.
boom!
A massive log, three meters thick, crashed down with tremendous force, instantly shattering the azure light barrier. The signal light flew out like a cannonball, rolling into a pile of tangled wood and flowers.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Countless arrows fell, engulfing the location of the traffic light, leaving thorns everywhere.
A group of forest people with various colored tree bark emerged from the surrounding forest.
"There are 78 left."
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