Daily News: Insect Girls' Heavy Dependence

Under the cover of night, the camp was heavily guarded, and Richard was intently sensing the movements deep within the forest.

Suddenly, a violent tremor came from the ground.

A deafening roar shook the earth!

And that was it.

The tremors lasted for a moment before abruptly ceasing, as if some enormous thing had released its power in the distance and then suddenly fallen silent.

With a thought, Richard unfurled the fourteen-winged, silver phantom of the Devouring Knight Insect at his waist, and his figure soared fifty meters into the air as he went to observe alone.

He flew about 500 meters... He passed through layers of night fog and looked down through the dense canopy of trees.

Below, in the forest, a giant tentacle was slamming the ground fiercely!

Each time the tentacles slammed down, they kicked up a cloud of mud, snapped trees, and wreaked havoc in the forest.

However, it remained in the same area and did not move toward the camp, as if it were in a state of impotent rage.

Richard's pupils contracted slightly. The tentacle was covered with patterns of red, blue, yellow, and purple, with a base of pink octopus tentacles.

This looks extremely similar to the tentacles I saw before in the mushroom forest full of white spores!

So this guy is the so-called Lord of the Forest?

A fifth-tier ultimate form, a colossal insect beast? And it can't even move...

His mind suddenly cleared.

But he quickly dismissed the idea of ​​identity: Richard was certain that they were not the same arm.

After all, Gove had confirmed that these tentacles have a fixed range of activity, and that mushroom forest is at least 50 kilometers away from here...

So now it seems that these scattered tentacles may belong to the same group, or even the same individual?

Leaving aside the question of whether these octopus tentacles belong to the same individual, judging from their appearance alone, their abilities should be roughly the same.

Since their abilities are similar, this octopus tentacle cannot possibly attack their own pioneer camp.

It is clearly limited by the scope of activities or certain rules.

Richard was left speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

It turns out that the Red Mushroom Man's so-called lord's anger was actually such a powerless rage.

No wonder the emotions conveyed by the malevolent cocoon carried a hint of disdain.

He hovered in the air, coldly watching the tentacle futilely pounding the ground, pondering:

If this so-called Lord of the Forest, a fifth-tier insect beast that cannot move freely, is only capable of this much, then there is no need to be too timid about the exploration to come.

"Since that's the case..."

Richard's lips curled into a cold smile.

The last trace of doubt in my heart vanished.

The so-called wrath of the forest lord is nothing more than the futile struggle of a trapped beast. So what if it's a fifth-tier insect beast?

With a gentle flap of his silver wings, he streaked across the night like a shooting star and landed steadily back in the center of the camp.

"Third tier! Assemble!"

Richard's voice pierced the night, clear and cold, carrying an undeniable authority.

brush!brush!brush!

The three-tiered ox-horse-men quickly lined up.

Richard led the way, his silver cloak fluttering behind him. He led a hundred Tier 3 stealth fighters to a point 150 meters from the tentacles.

This position is both safe and allows for a clear view of every detail of the target.

The tentacles continued to dance wildly, stirring up a howling wind and swirling up dust and broken branches.

Richard narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Release!" came a short, forceful command. At the same time, the hand was raised and then swiftly lowered!

He signaled everyone to throw continuously... one insect-repelling explosive after another was thrown out.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Hundreds of black dots tore through the night sky, tracing perfect parabolas.

It struck with perfect precision the area that was being turned upside down by the tentacles.

Rumble—!!!

A burst of flames erupted instantly. Deafening explosions followed one after another, tearing apart the deathly silence of the forest!

Thick smoke billowed into the air, and scorching heat waves swept around, illuminating the tentacle that was writhing wildly in the flames...

This is clearly not mushroom fog explosive.

It was actually high-explosive gunpowder!

From the moment Richard first saw that level 3 mushroom cap, he wanted to set fire to the forests of the North.

However, due to the need to find the essence of insect venom and some other constraints, we didn't follow those rules.

The essence insect sap collection points scattered throughout the Mushroom Forest have now been ruined by insect beasts.

Richard collected samples from ten locations, but only managed to obtain a paltry 60 bottles.

Even if there are still two sites we haven't visited, it's not a big deal. The essence insect fluid from those two collection points combined will probably only yield a dozen or so bottles.

It's only a few billion Dior coins; if you don't want it, you don't have to.

Back to reality, the fire spread rapidly.

I couldn't be bothered with whether those flames could cause any real damage to the tentacles of a fifth-tier insect beast...

Richard led his team back to camp and headed toward the more open snowfield.

[The Time Insect warns you: You have acquired the malice of the forest...]

clam?

Richard was a little confused...

It's one thing if they don't remind me on ordinary days, but to waste an intelligence opportunity like this and then remind me of something like this?

Richard had no interest in delving into the Time Worm's somewhat abrupt reminder.

The choice before us is urgent: continue the risky exploration, or retreat as soon as possible with the meager gains?

Although the supplies carried by the team during this exploration beyond the walls were not exactly scarce, it was not a sustainable solution to spend too much time in the perilous Mushroom Forest relying solely on hunting insects and beasts to fill the supply gap.

After all, the human's food intake would surge after the insect core was implanted, and maintaining the consumption of more than two thousand people was already a heavy burden.

At this moment, there was no trace of fire deep within the Fungus Forest. The moisture in the northern snowfield forest was so thick it was like an impenetrable fog, making it impossible to find dry firewood to sustain the flames. Naturally, the fire did not spread as expected.

Setting aside distractions, Richard made a decisive move, directing the team to turn towards the more open snowfield area and head towards the next point for collecting essence insect fluid.

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However, after two days of exploration, the situation not only did not improve, but became even more difficult.

In the past two days, they have visited twenty collection points, and including the sixty bottles they had previously saved, they have only collected a total of two hundred and sixty bottles of essence insect liquid, a truly dismal harvest.

But the obstacles along the way were far from over—they also repeatedly encountered third-tier insect beasts entrenched at the gathering points, and each gathering cost them dearly.

As night fell once again, the group collided head-on with a red centaur-like mushroom man, and conflict was imminent.

Hearing the same venomous threat uttered by the red mushroom-man before its consciousness dissipated, Richard's last doubt vanished.

This means that they have completely broken ties with the so-called Lord of the Forest, who is lurking deep in the forest, and there is no room for reconciliation.

Since the other side has made its hostility clear and has repeatedly sent people to harass us, we don't need to have any more reservations.

Richard's gaze fell on the lifeless shell before him—the thick carapace gleamed with a dull luster, it was the red centaur mushroom man that had just been slain.

He had not a single trace of the outdated notion that "envoys should not be killed in war" when dealing with this guy who had raided the camp and repeatedly posed a deadly threat.

In the world outside the wall, there is no morality to speak of; survival is the only rule.

Now, the team's food supplies are running out, and the most urgent task is to return to Stormwind as soon as possible.