Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Chapter 196 The Little Lion is Here!

The back entrance to Golden Mane Valley is hidden in a crevice between two rock walls, no more than three feet wide, with vines hanging down from above like a green curtain.

Old Gu parted the vines, revealing a rusty iron gate.

The door was covered in rust, but there was no keyhole, only a fist-sized groove, shaped just like the golden key Yang Hui had taken from Shadow Leopard, with a hexagonal base and a soaring eagle cast on top.

Yang Hui pressed the key into the groove.

There was no clicking sound of gears meshing, no sharp screech of rust rubbing together.

The entire iron gate slid open silently to both sides, revealing a deep passageway behind it.

The walls of the passageway were covered with slippery moss, and the air was filled with the smell of rotten wood.

The group filed in.

Duan Fan walked at the back. He straightened the vines again and looked back at the dust and smoke churning behind him, stirred up by the beasts.

The roars of mutated animals could be heard in the distance, but the sound was blocked by the rock walls, becoming muffled and distant.

The passageway wasn't long; it only took about twenty steps to reach the end.

The exit was a clump of bushes about waist-high. Old Gu parted the branches, glanced outside, and then stepped aside to make way.

Yang Hui squeezed through; he parted the branches to look outside.

Golden Mane Valley was much larger than he had imagined.

The ring-shaped mountain wall encloses a basin the size of a football field, the ground covered with knee-high wild grass, the grass stems thick and hard, making a crisp sound when stepped on.

In the center of the valley, several huge rocks lay horizontally, their surfaces marked with blackened bloodstains and deep claw marks, like plowed land.

The Lion King is right above the valley!

It stood on the highest protruding rock of the crater wall, the moonlight shining from behind, gilding its outline silvery white, its mane like a burning flame, trembling slightly in the night wind.

Its shoulder height exceeds two meters, its limbs are as thick as four tree stumps, and the tuft of black hair at the end of its tail whips through the air like a whip, making a whooshing sound.

The lion paced back and forth, looking unusually restless. It would stop every few steps, its nose pointing towards the valley entrance, and a series of low moans would roll from its throat.

Old Gu squinted for a long time, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper: "Something's not right."

"What's wrong?" Zheng Chong asked in a low voice.

His right arm, which had been injured by the mandrill monkey king, had been given emergency treatment by Yan Yiming and was hanging in front of his chest.

"The Lion King shouldn't be like this." Old Gu's tone was very firm: "I know a bit about the Lion King in the Zoo instance. It has a very strong sense of territory. Normally at this time, it should be lying on a rock sleeping or slowly patrolling the valley. I have never seen it pacing back and forth like this."

Duan Fan shrank to the back, his voice trembling: "Was it...was it because you were scared by that lightning just now?"

"It doesn't seem like it." Old Gu shook his head and pointed towards the valley entrance: "Look at the direction it's pacing. It seems very anxious and restless. If it were frightened by the thunder, it should retreat to its nest instead of pacing back and forth on the highest point."

Yan Yiming lay down next to Yang Hui and whispered, "It seems to be looking for something."

Yang Hui didn't speak. He was observing the lion king's gait. That frequency wasn't alert. When it was alert, it would lower its body and flip its ears forward.

It's not anger; when it's angry, its mane bristles and fangs bark.

The Lion King now resembles a caged beast, restless and pacing back and forth.

He had seen this state in his previous life. Back in his hometown, there was an old dog that was separated from its litter after it had puppies. Sometimes, the dog would become agitated.

"I'll go over there," Yang Hui said.

Everyone looked at him.

"Are you crazy?" Zheng Chong stared, his jaw nearly dropping. "You were torn to shreds before you could even touch it! You just fought the mandrill king outside and escaped from the Thousand-Eyed Peacock Forest. Your injuries haven't fully healed yet, have they?"

"Now I'm the only one who can go."

Yang Hui took out the little lion head mask, which was a prop that Luo Che and the others had obtained from the Ten Thousand Snake Cave. It was furry, with two round ears, a black button sewn on the nose, and a beard embroidered with red thread around the mouth.

He put the hood on his head to try it out. His vision was partially blocked, but he could still see things clearly, like wearing a woolen hat.

"I will approach it disguised as a lion cub," Yang Hui's voice came from inside the hood, muffled. "Once I'm close enough, I can unleash the Thunder Scepter to strike it down and weaken it!"

Old Gu stared at the headgear for a few seconds, then looked up at the lion king on the cliff and nodded: "Theoretically feasible. The lion king is not wary of cubs, so it won't see you as a threat when you sneak past."

But you need to be careful about two things. First, don't let it smell your scent. A lion's sense of smell is three times more sensitive than its sight. If you smell of blood or gunpowder, it can smell it from thirty meters away.

Secondly, if it recognizes you as human, the lion king will certainly be enraged and unleash its thunderbolt upon you.

At this moment, Song Lin handed Yang Hui an oval object about the size of a fist, saying, "This is something we specially prepared for the Lion King's thunder."

"Take the protective gear that Ting prepared; you can use it."

Yang Hui took it, and the item's description flashed before his eyes:

Item Name: High-Voltage Insulation Barrier; Grade: B

Effect: Upon activation, a semi-transparent insulating force field is generated around the user, lasting for 5 minutes. The force field isolates most external high-voltage currents and lightning attacks. If the field exceeds its limit, it will shatter and become ineffective.

Yang Hui looked at the prop in his hand and broke out in a cold sweat. If he were the Lion King, and there was such an elite team specially prepared for him to assassinate him, he would be lucky to escape with his life.

At this moment, Yang Hui was grateful to his past self. Very few people knew his trump cards. If all his abilities were known, and others had prepared a great deal of equipment, even he would be in trouble!

Intelligence is always the most important thing!

Even with weak attributes, you can still win by using information-gathering and countering items!

This is similar to why the Administration requires people to register entries. If a lie is discovered and something goes wrong, the person will be listed as the prime suspect. However, this approach is not a long-term solution, and prolonged suppression will inevitably lead to a backlash.

Fortunately, Yang Hui has joined the Administration Bureau and is no longer subject to strict surveillance. He can even be vague when explaining the terms, only needing to state the general effect.

Yang Hui had already grasped the scepter in his hand and hung the high-voltage insulation barrier around his neck so that it could be activated immediately in case of danger.

Song Lin instructed, "This prop can only protect against lightning. If he lunges at you..."

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"Understood, give me some distance!" Yang Hui said, ready to go.

Old Gu estimated the Lion King's location, then looked at the bushes where they were, and drew several lines on the ground with his finger: "From the back door to that tallest rock, the straight-line distance is 120 meters. The Lion King's current location is about 60 meters from the route you approached."

If you get within thirty meters, the scepter should be within reach; any closer, and it will smell you first.

Yang Hui nodded and emerged from the bushes.

He walked with his back bent, hugging the shadow of the mountain wall.

The grass underfoot was tall and dense, and stepping on it felt like stepping on a carpet, making a rustling sound.

He suppressed his breathing to the lowest possible level, stopping every seven or eight steps to listen. The sound of the lion's pacing still echoed overhead, and the sound of its claws scraping against the rocks was like a dull knife dragging on a whetstone.

Fifty meters.

The lion king stopped, its ears twitched like two radars, its nose twitched twice in Yang Hui's direction, and its mane...

The fur bristled slightly.

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