Survival of the Nation: My luck was a tiny bit worse.

Leng Ruolan was used to this and patted Nanbei's head: "It's okay, Nanbei. Your older brother is a scumbag, but your second sister is normal. Be good."

Nanbei covered his eyes with one paw.

I won't listen! I won't listen! I won't listen!

The chat in the Dragon Kingdom's live stream was already bursting with laughter:

"White Fox's combo was so smooth! It was executed flawlessly in one go!"

"North and South, oh North and South, since ancient times, childhood sweethearts can't beat those who suddenly appear out of nowhere, just as a proud and arrogant person can't defeat a scheming and manipulative one. You need to learn your lesson!"

"Mr. Ou, you're so skilled at scattering flowers, do you get confessed to all the time?"

"Upstairs, Mr. Ou must be getting confessed to every day in the real world with that face."

"What about the forbidden area?"

"A fox confessed his love to me in the forbidden area."

"Hahahaha!"

*

After walking for more than an hour, the scenery around us began to change.

The trees gradually thinned out, replaced by low shrubs and large areas of exposed rocks.

The ground hardened, and you could hear the sound of your shoes rubbing against the stones when you stepped on it.

A familiar smell wafted in the air—the unique scent after a thunderstorm, fresh yet slightly pungent.

"We're almost there."

Leng Ruolan sniffed. "It's probably around here."

The white fox leading the way also stopped.

It stood on a protruding rock, its ears perked up and its tail swaying slightly.

Then it turned around and howled at Ou Yun.

The voice wasn't loud, but the tone was clearly different—it wasn't a coquettish tone, but a reminder.

Ou Yun paused, then turned to look at Leng Ruolan. "It said there's danger ahead."

"?"

Leng Ruolan slowly typed a question mark, "And when did you learn fox language?"

"When did you learn fox language?"

"I guessed."

"..."

Forget it.

Leng Ruolan obediently drew her gun and crouched down, taking a few steps forward.

Ou Yun followed behind her, while Nan Bei automatically circled around to the flank, keeping a low profile and weaving among the rocks.

The white fox led the way.

It seemed to be extremely familiar with the terrain, stopping every few steps to sniff the air and then using its tail to indicate direction.

After walking for another ten minutes or so, the white fox suddenly lowered its body.

It lay behind a boulder, its ears pressed tightly against its head, its tail tucked low, with only half its head peeking out.

Ou Yun and Leng Ruolan immediately followed, crouching behind the boulder to look ahead.

The sight before them made them all gasp.

Ahead lay a wide, open rocky plateau, its edge marked by a sheer cliff. Below the cliff, clouds swirled and the bottom was unfathomable.

In the very center of the plateau stood a huge, withered tree.

That dead tree was at least twenty or thirty meters tall, and its trunk was so thick that four or five people couldn't wrap their arms around it.

The branches had long since withered and stretched out bare in all directions, like a giant bone claw reaching towards the sky.

At the top of this dead tree is a huge nest.

The nest was built with thick branches and unidentified bones, and was lined with a thick layer of dry grass and—something glittering gold.

"That is..."

Leng Ruolan narrowed her eyes. "Supply crates?"

We also saw the European Games.

The nest contained several supply crates, some gold, some purple, and a few silver, reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight.

Ou Yun laughed, "Looks like this guy's a hoarder."

Leng Ruolan looked up and exclaimed, "A silver supply crate? I've never seen one like it before."

"It's alright, we'll find out soon enough."

A giant eagle is perched on the edge of its nest.

Its size is astonishing; it is nearly three meters tall even when crouching.

Its entire body is covered in dark gray feathers, each feather with a metallic sheen at the edge.

The most exaggerated feature is, of course, its eyes—those are not ordinary bird eyes, but rather like two dancing arcs of electricity.

White lightning flashed continuously in his eye sockets, and occasionally a tiny bolt of lightning would spill out from the corner of his eye, making a crackling sound.

Those eyes are so captivating!

Its claws were also wrapped with electric arcs.

With each movement of its claws, blue electricity would spread down the withered branches, leaving charred marks on the trunk.

"Looks like this guy is Storm Blackhawk."

Leng Ruolan said in a low voice, "This is the thing Alexander was talking about."

"This bear is even bigger than the bear king we saw before, isn't it?"

"Pretty much. And look at the electricity on it—this thing definitely can't be dealt with by physical attacks."

Ou Yun subconsciously touched the golden supply box in his backpack.

Thank goodness I brought it.

But the question is—where is the core of the storm?

"If the core of the storm exists, it is most likely located in its lair."

Leng Ruolan analyzed, "Look at the spot where it's crouching, it's clearly guarding something."

Ou Yun looked up and exclaimed, "How do I take it?"

"Wait for it to leave. Or lure it away."

Leng Ruolan thought to herself that there was probably no way to deal with this thing head-on.

Their attack is a noble magical attack.

As the two were discussing, the white fox suddenly moved.

It peeked half its body out from behind the boulder, twitched its nose a few times, then turned around and howled at Ou Yun, pointing with its paw in another direction of the plateau.

Ou Yun looked in the direction it was pointing.

There is a crack on the west side of the plateau. The crack is not big, just big enough for a person to pass sideways.

Some light could be faintly seen deep within the crack, not like the reflection of sunlight, but more like something emitting its own light.

Is there something over there?

Ou Yun gave him a questioning look.

The white fox nodded, then pointed in the direction of the den and made a gesture of going around it with its paw.

Ou Yun said "Oh," as if suddenly realizing something, and then translated for Leng Ruolan, "It said we can go around to the back of the nest through the crack."

"..."

Leng Ruolan's gaze darted back and forth between Ou Yun and the white fox, and she rubbed her forehead.

"Your fox language is getting more and more fluent."

"There's no other way; we were forced into it."

"……ha."

But Nanbei scoffed dismissively.

What talent? It's clearly just that this sly fox has been flirting with the boss all along!

*

then.

The three people, along with a fox and a cat, carefully moved westward along the edge of the rock.

Storm Black Hawk seemed unaware of them.

It was busy preening the feathers on its chest with its beak, and with each peck, a small arc of electricity would pop out from between the feathers, making a hissing sound.

The white fox led the way with great precision.

It led the group around several piles of rubble that might reveal their location, and avoided several gravel areas that would make a sound when stepped on, each step as if they had scouted the area beforehand.

Leng Ruolan, observing this, whispered to Ou Yun, "This guy knows this area way too well."

It felt just like being at home!

Ou Yun said, "I think so too," and whispered, "So, what exactly is its background?"

Leng Ruolan had no idea. "Maybe it's to curry favor with you."

Ou Yun thought for a moment, "Then I'll leave it hanging for now, just in case something else needs to be done later?"

Leng Ruolan exclaimed, "You scumbag, you even go after foxes!"

Ou Yun chuckled twice, "That's called strategic planning."