Chapter 42 The monster raven

"It is endless!" Yenny felt inexplicably strange as she watched a flock of very large black crows flying through the sky.

"Is this the playing your way through the game?

That was whack-a-mole. Now it's Angry Birds? And it's not gonna be a snake or anything, is it?

Okay, she's wrong. Anger is real, but it's not a bird."

They were ravens, but eagles in size, swooping down on them with deformed claws, evidently mistaking them for a tasty meal.

They were surrounded by hundreds of huge ravens. There was no way out, and no one wanted to.

Having had their first experience facing a mutated gerbil, fourteen people were still alive and well, without saying a word, relying on each other to take the initiative to hit.

This creature was much more difficult to deal with than the previous mutant gerbils, but fortunately there were far fewer of them, and the fourteen who survived were all fierce, so that this time their blood was boiling in an instant.

More and more crows were killed, and the corpses fell together with blood, making Yenny vividly experience what qas called "blood rain."

Without the aid of magic power, her physical skills of the ancient gods became more delicate and pure in the process of fighting, and each move became more powerful because of absolute concentration.

This unexpected experience made Yenny's mind enlightened.

Soon, she was not just killing the weird ravens that attack her, but using them as sharpening stones to hone her body skills.

"How can each move be more precise, more accurate and greater extent to give full play to the maximum power?

What are the differences between different attack positions and methods?

How can the two different uses of defense and attack brought about by the quench be better combined?

... ..." Yenny's mind was whirling, her movements were ceaseless, trying, confirming, improving, trying again, confirming again, improving again, practicing, improving, perfecting.

Different from other people's physical exhaustion after the mess, she killed more and more brave, more and more quickly, more and more easily, even the momentum of the whole person slowly became different.

Gradually, the crows seemed to know how to seek advantage and avoid harm. They stopped attacking Yenny and chose other targets instead.

When nothing else came to attack her, she would take the initiative to attack them. It was a great opportunity to exercise her body, which she could not miss, and also to help other companions lighten the burden.

At the end of the killing, this group of extremely large crows was incredible fear, a small part of them voluntarily back away and flew away.

"Leave immediately and move on until you're in a safer place." Learning from previous lessons, More Elrent directly ordered everyone to stay away from the battlefield without pause.

No one disagreed. After all, it was okay for them to run farther with what little energy they had left, but not if they were to be attacked and fought three times in a row.

Two more men had died, and life and death were the easiest thing for the friar to accept.

Yenny didn't feel much about it because she didn't know either of the people who died.

Having left in time, they did not face another attack, and an hour later, seeing that they had run far enough, they found a proper place to rest.

After losing their mana, all of them had walked for so long on two legs in the sweltering desert, having fought two battles in a row along the way, that their mental and physical endurance had long since reached its limit and they had to rest there.

"Tired, hungry, thirsty..."

Seven sat down beside Yiner Coler and looked at her longingly, like a child.

Once safe for a while, the physical hunger and thirst of being a Muggle immediately became the most urgent problem for all.

"Take a break and figure it out." Yiner Coler, too, was in a bad mood: "I'm so tired of fighting so many monsters that I can't even eat a bite of meat. Damn it!"

The problem of eating and drinking had long been in mind, but the situation was extremely cruel. When she left the previous battle, she had a lucky chance of picking up an oversized crow, thinking that if she got away in time and it didn't disappear like the mutated gerbils, the meat would still be enough to eat.

No one here was stupid. There were many people who thought like her and did what she did. Unfortunately, a short time later, the flesh of the crow in her hand disappeared into thin air, not a feather left.

"Clearly, this secret place is like a black hole where everything goes in and nothing goes out, and outsiders are unlikely to be able to take anything out of it except the artifacts" Seven thought about it for a while and said sadly, "It will be very difficult for us to find anything to eat here, let alone the desert where we are now."

Yiner Coler was silent.