230: Chapter 145: Murder, Gruesome_2 230: Chapter 145: Murder, Gruesome_2 One whistle for an encounter with a Cold Beast; two whistles for an encounter with a Deceitful Monster; three whistles means there’s still enough time to gather supplies before retreating;
Four whistles mean everyone must retreat immediately, no lingering!
“Four whistles, this is the first time, right?
Who is it, what have they encountered?”
“It must be something extremely powerful, either multiple Cold Beasts or an intermediate one; or perhaps a very strong Deceitful Monster…”
The two exchanged a shocked glance and sprinted away frantically toward the perimeter, guessing as they ran what could have been encountered!
In the current Great Xia, even with Deceitful Monsters, as long as they’re not too strong, no one would normally blow the bone whistle four times, given the presence of solidified fire oil, torches, and so many people.
Let alone ordinary Deceitful Monsters!
As the two retreated, seven others quickly joined them nearby.
“Did you all hear it?”
“It came from the north.”
“Who is it, which team encountered them?”
“Where’s the captain?”
Xu An glanced around at the seven people, noticing the absence of Captain Bai Dongying, and immediately asked.
This group of ten was personally led by Captain Bai Dongyu.
The distance between Bai Dongying and them wouldn’t have been far, the intense sound of the bone whistle couldn’t go unheard, how could he have not retreated?
“He told us to retreat first, then went over there to check the situation himself!”
Lu Sheng spoke with lingering fear, having just been with Bai Dongying…
“Liu Yuan, was it you who blew the whistle?”
Gradually, more and more people were retreating from Redwood Ridge, and someone noticed Liu Yuan and the others here, coming over to inquire immediately.
Upon learning the sound came from the north, everyone’s expressions were both vigilant and curious, looking toward the north.
“Don’t waste time here, hurry back and inform the leaders!”
Xu An withdrew his grave expression, reminded them, and then ran back to the camp in the valley.
Four bone whistles, no matter who blew them, they must have encountered a huge problem.
Even if they went over, they wouldn’t be much help, only able to quickly inform Xia Hong.
“I just don’t know if the hunting team has returned, if they haven’t it’s going to be troublesome!”
At the northern edge of Redwood Ridge, a team of seven was scattered in a two-two-three formation, moving through the dense forest, all with bone whistles in their mouths, continuously blowing while frantically escaping southward.
More than twenty people behind them were closing in continuously, and as they approached, they ceaselessly fired iron arrows towards them.
Those iron arrows moved at a terrifying speed, with formidable power, and the enemy’s archery skills were highly proficient, constantly predicting their evasion spots.
One person in the team of three on the left was unfortunately pierced through the chest by an iron arrow, pinned straight to the tree trunk behind him.
“Run, don’t mind me!”
The two beside him subconsciously turned back; hearing his desperate shout, they gritted their teeth and reluctantly turned away, continuing to flee south.
“All of you follow He Gang and continue chasing, don’t let a single one escape!”
In the group behind, He Meng, seeing a person from Great Xia shot but not yet dead, instructed He Gang while he himself stopped, walked up to the one pierced in the chest, and revealed a sinister smile:
“Tell me, where is the Great Xia Station?”
With his lung pierced by the iron arrow, he was already exhaling more than inhaling.
Upon hearing He Meng’s question, he looked up, showing a glimmer of survival instinct, tremblingly said, “You…
He Meng’s eyes flashed with a hint of smugness, and he gently moved to the front of him, leaning his ear closer.
Seeing He Meng’s ear come near, the person opened his mouth slowly, but his voice was so faint that He Meng had no choice but to come even closer.
At the moment the person’s mouth touched He Meng’s ear, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he opened his mouth to bite down hard on He Meng’s ear.
A surge of intense pain from his ear elicited a shrill scream from He Meng, who instinctively tried to pull away.
But the man bit down hard, refusing to let go, even extending both hands to grasp He Meng’s clothes, evidently using a last burst of energy common in the dying, momentarily holding onto He Meng.
“Seeking death, seeking death, seeking death, ah ah ah, you’re seeking death!”
Recovering from the brief panic, He Meng immediately drew his large knife, stabbing madly at the man’s body.
Yet the man just stubbornly bit down, only releasing after being crazily stabbed a dozen times, life draining away completely.
But by then, He Meng’s ear had already lost a small part.
Clutching his ear, He Meng stepped back to find the man with his portion of the ear still in his mouth, a smile on his face, which instantly enraged He Meng to decapitate him with a single strike.
“I really want to see, if everyone at Great Xia Camp is this tough!”
He Meng, in a towering rage, sheathed his knife and rushed south, soon catching up with He Gang and the others ahead.
“How many have you killed?”
He Gang turned back, seeing the wound on He Meng’s ear and his furious expression, some conjecture in mind, but feeling even more enraged, he said in a low voice:
“Killed two, only four left, they’re changing course west, seems like they don’t plan on going home, should we just slaughter them all?”
He Meng looked ahead at the four small torches twenty to thirty meters away, constantly shifting westward, and immediately his expression grew tense.