Mountains and giant beasts, cabins in the woods

"Did my medicine...save the wild boar?" Liu Xingmo murmured.

"That's right, a brave wild boar has stood up today." The white crane's voice was that of an older woman.

"Only one?" Liu Xingmo was far from happy.

"The meaning of life cannot be measured by simple numbers, child." The white crane paced in the morning light, its blood-red crest shining like a ruby. "You saved a life that was destined to perish; this is an unparalleled achievement."

Liu Xingmo took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I understand. I will continue to produce medicine and send it to the front lines in the next few days."

The white crane stopped and looked at the young man on the ground: "The whole forest will thank you, child."

It spread its wings, its pure white feathers bathed in light. It soared into the sky and disappeared into the depths of the forest in the blink of an eye.

As Liu Xingmo gazed at the rising sun in the east, a surge of indescribable emotions welled up within him.

Next, the three merchants came as usual to hand over the blood and qi potion, as well as a batch of raw materials, including the healing potion.

Construction began on the factory, and the machines roared as they vomited out canister after can of medicine.

The two clumps of contracted bacteria in the culture room grew a bit larger and were transferred to a specially made large vat with a diameter of three meters. The production of penicillin was also considerable.

three days later.

Liu Xingmo, carrying 30 jars of healing potion and a jar of penicillin, followed the Flying Bird Brigade to the border of the Xing'an Mountains once again.

This time, the location was changed to a valley with a babbling brook.

Round pebbles the size of dining tables covered the wide riverbed.

A wounded wild boar lay on the bank, whimpering. Even half-dead gray wolves and brown bears were resting there.

Several wild boars, still relatively healthy, walked slowly along the riverbank, occasionally nudging the lifeless bodies of their kind with their snouts. They longed to roar, but fearing to disturb the wounded soldiers' rest, they could only let their glistening tears fall silently.

There was also a group of small animals scattered on the mudflats, tending to an injured person in twos and threes.

Cut away the rotten flesh, clean the internal organs, stitch up the wounds, cast a spell...

These are all instructors from Black Dragon Stronghold. There are many of them, some of whom were temporarily brought in to provide support, indicating that the battle is quite critical.

The factions that used to fight to the death have now united under the pressure of a powerful enemy.

Liu Xingmo carried a heavy medicine chest on his back, walking on the rocks, searching for a suitable patient to treat.

In the distance, a wild boar lay on its side on the ground. Its fur was grayish-white, and it wore an obsidian necklace; it looked rather familiar.

Liu Xingmo strode over and nimbly climbed onto the pig's face: "Warrior of the wild boar, I'm back again. How are you?"

The old wild boar's eyelids twitched, and it squeezed out the murky eye discharge, finally seeing the tiny human before it: "Human, give me the medicine, thank you."

"Wait a minute."

Liu Xingmo took out three jars of healing medicine from the medicine box and poured them into the pig's mouth one by one. The last jar was also mixed with penicillin.

"Alright, I wish you a speedy recovery."

"Hmph..." The old wild boar let out a deep growl, its long breaths much stronger than last time.

Liu Xingmo continued to search for familiar faces, hoping that prolonged care might improve the cure rate.

The healing potion is considered a Yellow-grade elixir; once ingested, it reaches directly into the internal organs. Although its effects are slow to take hold, they are long-lasting, comparable to healing spells cast by a third-tier instructor using blood and qi.

Many wild boars noticed Liu Xingmo, this little man, and began to grunt on the ground.

If there is truly no hope, these severely wounded warriors will resign themselves to their fate. If given the chance to return to the battlefield, they will strive to seize any remaining sliver of hope.

Liu Xingmo's medicine supply was limited, leaving him feeling quite bitter and helpless. But at times like this, he could only let reason prevail over emotion.

Wandering among the mountains of meat, he fed medicine to ten wild boars.

As the sun began to set, the distant mountain peaks were bathed in a bright golden-red hue, while the riverbank remained shrouded in darkness.

A group of wild boars carried food to the valley and fed their companions fruit.

Liu Xingmo found his next target: a wild boar with silver-white fur.

This guy's fangs were like two gleaming scimitars, and his mane was like steel needles, piercing several holes in the soles of Liu Xingmo's shoes.

It is estimated that it cultivates the metal path, while most local wild boars cultivate the earth path or the water path.

Liu Xingmo carefully crawled up the pig's face along the fur: "Wild boar warrior from afar! I am a human from Black Dragon Village, and I've come to feed you medicine."

"So there are humans in this forest, that's good." The wild boar's thoughts were quite calm and unhurried. It was as if it wasn't waiting to die in a foreign land, but had just woken up in its old burrow and was about to go and eat some rotten fruit.

"Where did you come from?" Liu Xingmo poured the medicine into the pig's snout.

"In the far south, there are endless mountains, more than 100,000 in total." The wild boar stuck out its tongue and licked the sticky liquid. "To the west of my territory is the human kingdom of Li. When the yellow flowers bloom on the mountains, I go there to find humans to help me sharpen my teeth."

"It's so peaceful." Liu Xingmo took out another jar of medicine and mixed white powder into it. "However, the Xing'an Mountains are a bit different from other places."

"I think so too." The wild boar smacked its lips. "Every year, when I return from the human's lair, I can eat the best acorns."

"There are oak trees in the Xing'an Mountains too, I'll help you grind your teeth then." Liu Xingmo looked at the eyeballs swaying in the big eye sockets and couldn't help but laugh.

Just then, a mournful wolf howl echoed from afar.

Roars echoed throughout the entire riverbank.

Liu Xingmo felt the sky suddenly darken, followed by a violent shaking beneath his feet.

The enormous wild boar twisted its body violently, knocking the little man off its face, before opening its huge mouth and swallowing him whole.

Liu Xingmo felt a foul, fishy smell hit him, and then darkness enveloped him.

There was no pain, no squeezing, just a tight binding.

Shaking, violent tremors.

My body felt weightless, and I couldn't distinguish up from down, left from right.

Another violent impact sent Liu Xingmo crashing heavily onto the soft flesh beside him.

The roar could be faintly heard, but it was unclear what was happening outside.

"Human, don't move. Also, don't help me grind my teeth." After saying this, she fell silent.

Liu Xingmo held his breath and waited carefully until the noise from the outside world gradually subsided.

He used all the strength of ten people in his body to barely pry open the pig's mouth and crawled out in a sorry state.

The ground was covered with fallen grass, not pebbles. This was a wooded area by the river.

Liu Xingmo looked back and saw only a blood-stained pig's head lying crookedly in the grass, its turbid eyes reflecting the branches above, with acorns hanging from the branches.

Looking down, the entire valley was littered with severed limbs and debris. The weeds were red, the pebbles were red, and even the whole river was stained red.

In the distant sky, a group of tiny yet enormous figures flapped their wings and flew into the evening glow, facing the blood-red sunset.

Enemy attack! Pterodactyls and raptors!