Chapter 229

Chapter 229: Temporary Rest

The wind of myriad directions converged here, the long spear as green as jade, its streamlined blade giving a sense of weightlessness, as if this was not a weapon of slaughter but a delicate piece of art.

A spear over three meters long appeared in mid-air, shooting forward in an instant, its dispersed shockwave pressing down the grassland within nearly a thousand meters. Nia clung tightly to the ground just to barely keep herself from being swept away by the strong wind.

At the center of the storm, the airflow around the spear contracted into fine silver threads, spiraling forward to easily cut through the rocks on the demon boar’s body, dimming the flames between them. The rapidly spinning tip of the spear drilled through, shattering the demon boar’s defensive shell in less than a second, leaving a meter-wide hole on its forehead.

Hot, black blood gushed out, splashing onto the grassland, burning the leaves and creating puffs of smoke. The air was filled with the smell of scorched flesh. The demon boar let out a mournful cry, lifting its front legs high before slamming them down heavily, causing a loud thud that echoed across the earth, the stone forest spreading outward.

Lying on the ground, Nia felt a sharp pain in her chest, spitting blood, dizziness overwhelming her until she lost consciousness.

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After a long while, she felt a warm magic flow through her body, greatly reducing the pain, and slowly regained consciousness.

“Feeling better?” A concerned and gentle voice came from above, it was Lolan. At this moment, the two were in a large tent, and she lay on a low, soft bed.

Nia struggled to get up, feeling that the pain in her chest had eased considerably.

“It’s best to move less; it’ll take a few more days for your ribs to heal,” Lolan’s voice sounded again as she helped Nia put on her coat to prevent her from catching a chill, looking at her friend with regret and concern.

“It’s nothing, Lolan. I’m used to it since I was a child.” Nia shook her head. For a beast person, getting injured was common. Fighting with peers, falling off horses, and being attacked by wild beasts were all usual occurrences when she was young. What almost led to her death was last winter’s grand competition; the warrior’s axe nearly split her in half. If not for the Great Shaman’s treatment that night, she would have died.

But that left her with internal injuries, which is why she remained at Sequence 3, hesitating to advance recklessly. However, today felt somewhat different. Taking advantage of Lolan fetching water, she felt…

Her Extraordinary Core and her physical condition inside.

Strange, although several ribs hadn’t healed yet, the dark injuries left behind before had almost vanished completely. If not for the faint scar on her shoulder, she would have thought she hadn’t gone through that brutal battle.

Did Lolan heal me? How did she do it? The Demon Sequence excels in emergency healing and blood replenishment, but it isn’t good at treating dark injuries; that falls under the domain of the Angel Sequence. The Nature Sequence, however, has remarkable effects in curing diseases.

“Have some warm water. I added something to it,” Lolan希尔 said as she walked over with a cup.

Nia held the cup, looking at the liquid inside which was as clear as amber, her nose twitching slightly as she caught a hint of sweet fragrance.

The warm liquid flowed down her throat into her abdomen, making her feel cozy all over. A gentle magic surged within her, and her once stagnant Extraordinary Core seemed to be hinting at an advancement.

Nia quickly suppressed this impulse, closing her eyes to slowly adjust and absorb the magic, storing it within her Extraordinary Core for now. After a long while, she opened her eyes again.

Her eyes revealed great surprise and confusion.

“Lolan?” Nia turned to this gentle roommate, staring blankly at her, suddenly feeling a sense of unfamiliarity and novelty, as if she had never truly understood her before.

“What’s wrong?” Lolan希尔 half squatted beside the soft bed, touching Nia’s forehead; there shouldn’t be a fever.

Feeling those pale, jade-like hands, Nia lowered her head, a sense of security and warmth welling up in her heart.

“Nothing,” Nia replied softly, then gave a reassuring smile.

“Did you manage to defeat that demonic boar later?”

“Well, when I went to save you, that big fellow activated its innate ability and burrowed underground to escape.”

“Even though it was so huge, it disappeared like jumping into water, poof, just like that,” Lolan希尔 described with gestures, her gentle face creasing slightly as if troubled.

Lolan希尔’s combat power certainly surpassed that of the demonic boar, but the latter directly fled and burrowed underground. Although she had innate abilities related to the sky and atmosphere, her perception underground was greatly weakened. After the demonic boar burrowed a thousand meters deep, her perception of its magic became faint, and eventually, it vanished entirely from the young lady’s senses.

“It seems we can only wait for another opportunity,” Nia sighed, then turned her gaze and began to look around.

The Surrounding Environment.

“Where are we?”

“This is the dwelling place of the Cave Lion Clan. Since you needed to recuperate, I brought you here.”

“But I heard they are quite aggressive, isn’t that rumor wrong?” Nia asked with some concern, fearing that Lolan had suffered and had to plead with them.

“Well, I explained the situation, and they agreed.”

Lolan Hill turned her head away slightly, feeling somewhat guilty. At the time, she was in a hurry and had been rather forceful in her explanation, but she hadn’t taken unfair advantage of them; instead, she had compensated them afterward.

Although this was not like her usual behavior, desperate times called for desperate measures, and the life of a friend was more important. She wouldn’t be too rigid about it.

“Lady Lolan, your dinner is ready. May we bring it in now?”

At that moment, a reverent and deep voice echoed outside the tent. Though no one could be seen, just by the sound of the voice, one could tell the person must be exceptionally strong.

“Bring it in,” replied Lolan Hill.

“Yes!”

The large curtains were drawn back, and two two-meter-tall sturdy orcs carried a long iron plate inside. The exposed shoulders of the orcs bore deep red battle marks. On the iron plate was a roasted lamb, golden-brown and generously sprinkled with spices. A tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, making one’s mouth water.

The two orcs first placed the iron plate aside, adding some firewood to the indoor fire pit to keep it from going out quickly, then they set the iron plate over the fire to maintain its warmth.

Once everything was arranged, the two tall and imposing lion-man orcs bowed deeply, their long whiskers shaking beside their faces.

“Please enjoy, Your Excellency.”

Afterward, these two Sequence 4 tribal warriors carefully retreated, keeping their heads down the whole time. Despite their height giving them a significant advantage, even when looking down, they avoided eye contact, trying not to offend this great person.

Nia stared directly at Lolan Hill, not allowing her to look away.

“So, Lolan, what did you tell them?”

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