Chapter 143: Warlord - Chapter 142: Song of Hope

Lan Qi jumped angrily onto the shore. Behind him, the raft had completed its final mission, and had finally split into seven or eight logs. They were carried downstream by the rushing river, and then buried in the raging current, until they turned to dust and disappeared along with the river into the great crevasse a kilometer away.

The White-headed Eagle sat on the wet bank of the river. A mutated bush by the river twisted restlessly, then reached out its sharp, jagged leaves and tried to cut Lan Qi’s body open. Lan Qi snorted. He pulled out a military knife and nailed the leaves of the restless shrubs to the sand. The leaves of the shrubs writhed, then split in two, but were able to break away from Lan Qi’s sword. It retreated back into the main thicket, and the whole thicket moved a little more than ten meters to the side to avoid Lan Qi, who the plant judged to be a dangerous object.

This sort of thing was not uncommon in the Death God Ridge. Lan Qi didn’t have the spare strength to find the dismal changes to the shrubbery. In fact, his journey from the Lamarson River was not smooth. For example, the first night, the sudden explosion of the Death Canyon had activated the mutated fish in that part of the river.

The giant toothfish that kept rising into the air from the river caused Lan Qi no small amount of trouble. Especially after he woke up from a similar hibernating state, the recovery of his body’s functions made the giant toothed fish aware of his biological heat, so a group of giant toothed fish attacked him. Lan Qi had decisively chosen to come ashore after killing more than half of the Giant Tusk Fish. His actions were quite wise, because not long after, the two Triangular Crocodiles came swimming over after smelling the river’s bloody smell.

In the Lamassen River, the Triangular Crocodile was equivalent to a Cretaceous Tyrannosaurus Rex. They were definitely the kings of the river. The Horned Crocodile’s large and sharp horns would easily disperse the raft. If Lan Qi fell into the water, then what would test him would be the sharp teeth of the Three-Horned Crocodile, as well as its nibbling power that was close to a ton.

Some scholars have done experiments before, the bite force of Triangular Horned Crocodiles can slightly damage and twist a piece of composite armor material. Lan Qi knew that his body wouldn’t be able to withstand this sort of test. Therefore, it was best to stay far away from these kings of the river.

He spent the night in the jungle by the river, and it was not until the next day, when the Lamarson River was quiet again, that he pulled the raft into the water again. This time, things went much more smoothly. Until today, the closer they got to the downstream area, the more difficult it was to control the movement of the Lamarsson River. Ten meters for a dangerous beach, five meters for a landing spot, let alone a raft, even a professional rubber dinghy couldn’t withstand this kind of torture.

If it weren’t for Lan Qi’s experience, his raft would have disintegrated long before the Hundred Miles River was formed. How could it still be able to hold on here?

This short distance of one hundred miles through the river had nearly drained all of Lan Qi’s energy. He had no choice but to close his eyes and use his heavily trained breathing technique to speed up the recovery of his vitality.

It was fine during the day, but at night, it could be described as the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves. It was precisely this kind of dangerous terrain that prevented ordinary caravans from going through the relatively safe water route. Instead, it was to create a mountain road from the edge of the vast forest of the Death God Ridge, and leave this forbidden area through a man-made suspension bridge that was created by a large crevice.

At the moment, Lan Qi only wanted to rest for a day. He was proficient enough to choose a sniper position downstream, where he would wait for three days. If Zero had not appeared, Lan Qi would have chosen to leave, regardless of whether he was dead or alive. Although he had the patience to wait a few more days, food was a problem, especially clean water that he could drink. He didn’t bring much, and some of them fell into the Lamarson River.

If Zero was still alive and hadn’t appeared for the past few days, then Lan Qi could only attribute it to be the distance of zero. He didn’t mind giving a one on one and then sniping him in the wilderness outside Death’s Ridge. As far as Lan Qi knew, after leaving the Death God Ridge, there would be a windmill town about 300 kilometers north of the highway. That was the closest resupplying base to the Death God Ridge. If Zero didn’t die, he would definitely go there. What welcomed him, then, would be Lan Qi’s vulture.

But Lange knew that Saurun’s remaining patience was running out, and the Parkland family probably knew about this as well. Based on old Brent’s character, he would have directly thrown himself into the army and killed Zero with absolute superiority. But who knew how much Lan Qi desired to personally kill Zero. Only by doing so would he be able to show mercy to his dead son.

After all, revenge couldn’t be replaced.

As Lange was planning on how to kill Zero, he suddenly heard another sound in his ears.

In the midst of the surging waves, another sound rang out. It was hard for Lan Qi to classify it. It was like singing, but it also seemed like meaningless notes. However, it was undeniably very pleasing to the ear, just like the sound of nature itself.

However, this heavenly voice caused Lan Qi to feel a chill run down his spine.

That was a signal of danger!

The White-headed Eagle suddenly opened its eyes and saw a beam of light slanting towards him. Lan Qi knew that this was definitely not something pleasing to the eyes. It was more likely to be a deadly weapon.

He immediately bounced off the ground and rolled behind a cedar tree. The wheel of light whirled with a strange shriek past where Lange had been and cut through the cedar trees before flying toward the river at Lamarson.

A figure flew out from a rock by the river. He firmly pulled the wheel of light and rushed forward. His speed was so fast that Lan Qi couldn’t catch him. All Lange knew was that when she stood there, the Lamarson River was still a blur.

The cedar tree fell with a squeak. The smooth cut made Lan Qi break out in a cold sweat. If he hadn’t dodged it quickly, the one that was cut in half wouldn’t have been the cedar tree, but himself.

The person who attacked was a black girl. Judging from his appearance, he wasn’t that old. The light wheel in his hand flickered with a silvery light. Lan Qi could clearly see that it was a half-moon saw. One side of the crescent moon was covered with sawteeth, so it would definitely not be a pleasant task for it to cut its body.

The young girl’s entire body was enveloped in a layer of blurry silver light. The melodious sound that Lan Qi heard came from the silver light, as if there were invisible angels singing in it. Lan Qi suddenly thought of an ability that was very similar to the one he saw in front of him.

Rank 2 ability in the Elemental Domain of Light, Song of Hope!