Final Lord

Chapter 48 Harpy's Lair
Little Fu Fu's egg shook quickly and flashed rapidly and continuously.

Wang Bufu blinked and asked Shanshan in confusion, "What does it mean by flashing so many times?"

Gilgamesh said awkwardly, "The spirit said that your training of our people is not enough. Please increase your efforts. Don't worry about the sacrifices. It was because she was too protective of us that we couldn't defeat those crab monsters."

"I'm glad you understand." Wang Bufu smiled and said, "Don't worry, little Fufu. Follow me, and your Maosha Beast Clan will definitely have a bright future. You will definitely have a place among the powerful clans of the future in the Shen Gu World."

"Let's go, Winky."

"Where?"

"Gather your people and hold a cat summary meeting. In your world, cats are used to being aggressive and will rush into anything they encounter. If they had quietly escaped and reported back when the battle began, this sacrifice wouldn't have happened."

"Meow!"

……

A week later, the Poison Miasma Cavemen advanced successfully one after another. The Cat Sand Beasts also put aside their casual attitude and secretly trained with Jin Shanshan every day.

Wang Bufu saw that the time was ripe and summoned all the troops.

Go! Catch the Harpy!

Butler Ming put on his glasses, pointed at the map and said to Wang Bufu, "Master, the Harpy is right here, eleven kilometers away from us at the Ghost Leaping Cliff.

But if you go in a straight line, you will need to pass through two semi-chaotic areas, the Black Forest and the Corpse Falls, which is very dangerous.

My suggestion is to bypass these two places and squeeze through the gap. This way, we need to walk an extra 12 kilometers, a total of 23 kilometers.

We can take the carriage, and the cavemen and cats and sand beasts will follow, and we can arrive in two hours."

"Very good, let's follow this route and set off!"

Wang Bufu attached great importance to this expedition. In the entire Shengyang Village, only Jin Shanshan and some insignificant soldiers were left to guard the house, and all other troops were taken out by him.

After this period of training, Wang Bufu's troops were able to be well-organized and obey orders.

The forward reconnaissance force was composed of cat-sand beasts, who moved in groups of three in a disorganized manner in front of the team, collecting intelligence along the way and pointing the way for the rear troops.

The central army was composed of the poisonous miasma cave dwellers, and Wang Bufu divided the troops into three parallel columns. This formation could improve the efficiency of the march and facilitate rapid deployment and disposition.

Wei Yi was the only one riding a horse at the end of the team to guard against possible danger.

Whether it was the front or the rear, they were all within the range of the mountain artillery. If a fight broke out on either side, the mountain artillery could provide immediate support.

The entire team appeared scattered, but in reality, they were a unified whole. Wang Bufu was extremely confident that, should he encounter an enemy, his troops could deploy within a dozen seconds. Even if they encountered an ambush or a surprise attack, they would not be caught off guard.

The two-hour march flew by in a flash. The Cat Sand Beast had perfectly completed its reconnaissance mission, helping the team avoid all the monsters on the road and successfully reach Ghost Leaping Cliff. Wang Bufu stood on a hilltop, gazing at Ghost Leaping Cliff from afar.

Thousand-foot cliffs tore through the earth like a knife or an axe, leaving the rock layers on either side bare blue-gray, bone-like veins. Countless honeycomb-like nests nested in the cracks—these were aerial fortresses woven by harpies with claws and animal bones. Whenever a strong wind swept through the canyon, rotten vines and broken feathers would be swept up in the air currents.

At Ghost Leaping Cliff, sharp cries came and went, as if the rock wall itself was wailing.

The underground river at the bottom of the valley carried dead bones washed down from upstream, crashing into the jagged rocks and creating muddy waves. Schools of black-scaled fish leaped upstream from the rising mist, only to be accurately intercepted by a swooping black shadow—a low-level harpy training its young.

The moment they tore their prey apart, before the blood drops fell to the water, the wing membranes had already risen again with the help of the wind.

Weathered antelope skulls littered the abrupt platform atop the cliff, and translucent snake sloughs clung to the cracks in the rock. Harpies gathered in large numbers, turning Ghost Leap into their hunting ground.

Wang Bufu looked towards the top of the mountain where Ghost Leaping Cliff was located. A large group of harpies gathered on the highest point, the "Crying Blood Rock", to sharpen their claws.

The upper bodies of these harpies resembled those of hunched human women, their skin as pale as a rotting corpse, covered in wrinkles and brown scars. Their collarbones jutted out like dead branches, their necks muscular and defined, and subcutaneous, bluish-purple veins spread like spiderwebs. Where their arms should have been, they had a pair of wings covered in dark brown feathers like vultures, their wing bones protruding sharply.

They have huge heads, eye sockets sunken like black holes, cloudy and yellow eyeballs, and pupils as thin as snakes; their hooked noses are twisted and deformed, almost touching their cracked lips, revealing jagged charred fangs; their long gray hair is dry and tangled, mixed with broken bones and rotten leaves, floating in the air like tentacles.

Their bodies began to transform into those of birds of prey from their ribs down, their feathers becoming sparse and bald, and their exposed skin covered with scaly, hard scabs; their hind legs had bronze claws, their cuticles cracked and bleeding, their toenails curved like sickles, and remnants of prey flesh and blood scabs.

The ugliest ones are the harpy cubs.

Their bodies were covered in foul-smelling membranes, their villi sparse, revealing pink subcutaneous muscles; their skulls were not closed, revealing pulsating blood vessels and meninges. Their faces were wrinkled like century-old bark, their eyelids turned outward like blood-red granulations, and their beaks had not yet hardened, leaking sticky green saliva when they cried.

Not only ugly, but also smelly.

Harpies have a habit of piling up the bones of their prey around their nests, and the pungent smell of those bones mixed with their fallen, decaying feathers fills the area around Ghost Leap.

Even on the hilltop hundreds of meters away, you can smell it.

It was okay for Wang Bufu, but the cavemen and cat-sand beasts with a more sensitive sense of smell could no longer bear it.

Blind Cat found a handkerchief from somewhere and covered his mouth and nose. He walked over to Wang Bufu and asked, "My Lord, is this the harpy you're looking for? My God, the smell is too strong. We'll go crazy if we live with them."

"Haha." Wang Bufu laughed. "This is the harpy's survival strategy. Harpies have many natural enemies. Griffins, thunderbirds, and even goshawks of similar size can prey on them. They are many times larger than them.

They are fast, but their health, attack and defense are not outstanding, and their individual combat effectiveness is low.

Their natural enemies are all equally fast, making it difficult for them to escape once they encounter them. This is why they arm their nests in this way. The stench will cause higher-level creatures passing nearby to lose their appetite.

When they arrive in our territory, I will order them to bathe and clean themselves, and change these habits, so they won't stink so badly."

(End of this chapter)