Mountains and giant beasts, cabins in the woods

Liu Xingmo lay on the back of the egret, keeping his body low to the ground to avoid being blown away by the strong wind.

He reached out and covered his eyelids, leaving only a slit, and tried to open his eyes.

The vast city grew smaller and smaller in the field of vision until it became a gray-brown dot, hidden among the mountains.

An endless forest covers the undulating mountains and stretches to the horizon.

The babbling brooks, rolling rivers, and shimmering lakes gleam silver in the sunlight, emitting wisps of white smoke that intertwine and swirl in the forest.

"Whoosh~ Whoosh!" A fierce wind blew in my face.

Liu Xingmo's body floated up, and the rope tied around his waist instantly taut.

The towering trees trembled in the strong wind, their emerald canopies swirling like waves, creating ripples across the majestic mountains.

Liu Xingmo transformed into a kite, soaring upwards on the wind. The other end of the rope was tied to a white egret, its only restraint and support.

"Hold on tight, young man! You can't stand the wind up here if you hide in the feathers." A caring voice came through the phone.

"Understood," Liu Xingmo replied.

Holding onto the rope, I returned to the egret's back. My body spread out in a starfish shape, burying itself among the soft feathers, no longer gazing at the vast scenery.

The wind high in the sky became like a massager on my back, making it less unbearable.

It was already evening when we arrived at our destination.

Liu Xingmo looked up from among the feathers and heard a series of "humming" sounds.

The large, robust wild boars had either sunken bellies or twisted spines, and some even had several bloody holes in their bodies.

They lay among the dead leaves in the dense forest, their low moans mingling with the buzzing of flies.

The enemy's Ankylosaurus is still too strong.

In particular, the golden ankylosaurs of the vast grasslands, having survived and multiplied for countless years, have become the largest ankylosaur force in the world. Both in terms of individual size and population size, they are the largest in the world.

This giant dragon is massive in size, covered in sharp spikes, and has a heavy bone hammer on its tail that kills anyone it strikes.

A wild boar challenging an ankylosaur is roughly equivalent to challenging an elephant; it's simply a reckless act of suicide.

Fortunately, the wild boar army that went into battle were all spiritual beasts that had achieved success in their cultivation. With their coordinated combat and their own cultivation, they barely made up for the gap.

"Hmph! Hmph!" A fierce roar came from the half-dead wild boar warriors. They noticed the birds descending from the sky and all became excited.

"There are too many injured people, what can we do?" Liu Xingmo asked helplessly.

"Save those that can be saved," Bailu said in a deep voice.

Liu Xingmo looked around.

In the valley with its towering ancient trees, countless wild boars lay dead beneath the trees, their wounds bleeding and flowing into streams that eventually converged into a blood lake at the bottom of the valley.

The lead white crane strode toward an old pine tree and approached an extremely robust black-haired wild boar.

Its sharp beak tears at the rotten flesh and spews out blood to promote healing.

The treatment began.

The other large birds that landed hopped and skipped among the massive wild boars.

Liu Xingmo noticed that some wild boars had bled to death, and even maggots had grown in their wounds. Their gray eyes were devoid of any light, and only a faint breath could be seen between their mouths and noses.

These guys seem to have been lying there for days, clinging to life only with their cultivation, but no one is treating them. They're probably beyond saving; we should save our energy for those who can be saved.

Liu Xingmo felt a pang of sadness. He untied his medicine box and jumped off the bird's back.

"Instructor Baiting, I'll walk the rest of the road myself."

"Then be careful, don't stray too far from us."

"I know."

Liu Xingmo walked on a bed sheet-sized dead leaf, with a wild boar lying on its side beside him, making him look like a mountain of meat.

Which treatment is better?

This one, with its beautiful obsidian necklace, looks even more intelligent. Its fur is gray, and it's very thin; it's probably quite old.

Liu Xingmo circled the wild boar, checking its wounds.

Its condition wasn't too bad; only half of its ribs on its abdomen were broken, and there were no other serious external injuries.

Blood healing spells can stimulate the life force of the injured and promote recovery, but they cannot directly grant life force. At least low- to mid-level spells cannot, otherwise they could grant immortality.

In other words, the younger and stronger the injured person, the better the treatment outcome. Those who are old and frail will likely be abandoned, like this wild boar.

Liu Xingmo climbed onto the pig's head and shouted into the pig's ears, "Warrior of the wild boar, I'm going to feed you medicine now. Bear with it and don't move around."

"Humans..." came the faint, intermittent whisper, "I'm old, leave me alone."

"My medicine is perfect for a pig like you, open your mouth now." Liu Xingmo walked to the pig's open mouth, picked up a bottle of healing medicine, mixed in some penicillin, and poured it directly down.

"Leave me alone..." the old wild boar muttered, but it smacked its lips with all its might, licking the medicine into its stomach.

"That's it, the rest is up to you." Liu Xingmo looked at the pig's eyes, which were as big as rice bowls, and forced a smile.

The healing potion can stimulate some vitality and replenish nutrients. Penicillin, on the other hand, is responsible for killing bacteria and treating infections.

That's all we can do; there's nothing more we can do.

Liu Xingmo trudged away, stepping on the damp, withered leaves.

"Humans, thank you." The words, as weighty as distant mountains, echoed slowly behind him.

I brought 30 bottles of healing potion today. This stuff comes in small bottles, and one bottle can be used for dozens of people. But against wild boars, even a whole bottle seems like too little.

Liu Xingmo selected 30 weak old wild boars, administered the medicine to them one by one, and his task for the day was completed.

It was completely dark. Although the moon and stars were few, the mountains and forests were shrouded in darkness.

"Buzz buzz buzz~" The buzzing of mosquitoes and flies grew increasingly piercing, like the low murmur of death, as if they wanted to reap lives.

After this treatment, perhaps a few wild boars will be able to stand up again tomorrow and continue fighting on the front lines.

Those who cannot get up will likely only await death.

Liu Xingmo followed the Flying Birds unit and left the valley.

When she got home, Sumari produced another 30 jars of healing potion.

Looking at the viscous liquid in the glass bottle, Liu Xingmo couldn't help but feel emotional: "Mary, I think I've made a mistake. Producing healing medicine is not a good idea."

"What's wrong, Xingmo? Are you hurt?" Su Mali walked over with concern, gently touching her husband's body to check for wounds.

"It's okay, those wild boars were surprisingly docile and didn't hurt me. On the contrary, a few stubborn ones thought they were hopeless and refused to take their medicine."

"It's good that there's no danger. Anyway, when it comes to contacting other races, no one knows what might happen. Safety first, it's better if we abandon the plan."

"Sigh..." Liu Xingmo sighed.

People in peacetime always underestimate the cruelty of the battlefield.

Even after going there in person, he wasn't entirely confident.

He fell into a deep sleep with a feeling of unease.

Early the next morning.

"Ding-a-ling! Ding-a-ling!" The doorbell kept ringing.

Liu Xingmo put on his clothes, went downstairs, and opened the door.

An elegant white crane stands quietly in the morning light.

"Manager, what brings you here?" Liu Xingmo asked.

"Oh, child, you did very well yesterday." The white crane bent its long, slender neck, its eyes gleaming with an unfathomable light.