These girls from Licheng Xiayu are obviously familiar with Mingwu Ancient City. Even if the landform has changed greatly due to the rise of sea levels, they can easily find their way to Mingwu Ancient City.
"There is a wetland park in front of us. It seems to be occupied by a group of mud dragon seals. I heard them talk about it when I was in the fortress city." Sister Ruan said to the sisters behind her.
"Is the mud dragon seal powerful? There is a word for dragon in its name. I heard from the elders that creatures with dragon bloodline are very ferocious and terrifying." said a Xiayu woman with a cheek as big as a palm.
She should be about the same age as Shu Xiaohua, but she is obviously more timid and shy than Shu Xiaohua. During this whole journey, let alone talking to a grown man like Mo Fan, she barely even made eye contact.
Mo Fan remembered that others called her Lenan.
What's very interesting is that Lenan's cultivation level is actually the highest among the Xiayu women.
Originally, Mo Fan felt that he had reached the top of the super level at a young age and was worthy of being a genius. However, this Lenan was probably only about twenty years old. He was a sophomore and junior in college, but he was a High level mage.
"Licheng Xiayu can not only resist the sea monsters, but also cultivate such a group of young and highly skilled female mages. It seems that I should really go visit their island if I have a chance!" Mo Fan pondered.
Cultivating one or two people with high cultivation level means that they have a master in Xiayu, Licheng City, or the most powerful hermit is teaching. With this group of outstanding female mages, there is probably some kind of treasure house of heavenly spirits.
Mo Fan has practiced step by step. He knows very well that the path of cultivation is far from being as simple as imagined. It is difficult, boring, and requires experiencing various life and death experiences to stimulate the potential in the body.
These girls have almost zero actual combat experience. They have such cultivation without any experience. It can be basically concluded that there are some heavenly and earthly treasures that nourish the local magicians.
"Did you smell anything, like the stench that often comes from the pig-butcher's house?" Du Mei said cautiously.
Others smelled it one after another, and when they stepped into a wetland covered with reeds, they were all scared to death.
Some covered their eyes, some vomited, and few looked calm.
Mo Fan shook his head helplessly.
Isn't it just corpses all over the place? It's like this.
And how could they be so unwary? These corpses are still so fresh. The intestines, liver, bile, and blood have no obvious change in color. The fresh ones can arouse the appetite of countless wild dogs and vultures, but there are none nearby. This kind of beast that specializes in pecking corpses...
It means the perpetrator is still nearby!
"The entrail hunters did it. A whole nest of these mud dragon seals died." Sister Ruan was one of the few remaining calm ones among them, and she analyzed it seriously.
The techniques were clean and neat, most of them disemboweling them, and then pulling out their intestines. The scratches all over the floor showed that the mud dragon seals were still alive for a few minutes, trying to struggle out of the claws of the entrail hunters, but their blood was flowing. There are more and more of them, and finally they die.
The viscera hunter.
As expected, he is the most vicious and cruel among the sea monsters!
They particularly enjoy the sight of their prey struggling to its death after being disemboweled. The hook-clawed devil in the ocean is a perfect way to describe them.
"Aren't those with a dragon in their name particularly powerful? Why do they die so miserably?" Lenan said in a low voice.
"With the arrival of the Kraken, it's not just us humans who are threatened by our survival. These indigenous monster groups and tribes are also facing the fate of being slaughtered. Alas..." Mo Fan sighed.
The Kraken was too powerful, and monsters and monsters were reduced to food. The Mud Dragon Seal was already related to the Kraken, and it ended up like this in the end.
This wetland park has basically become a pasture.
But it is impossible for mud dragon seals to migrate.
They are only suitable for survival in wetlands. When they go to the plains and mountains, they cannot compete with the more ferocious and majestic monsters. When they reach the sea, they are completely tortured by the sea monsters. They are extremely pitiful.
In the face of such a catastrophe, many races that cannot adapt to the changes in the environment are destined to become extinct. Mud dragon seals are the most obvious ones. It is not known how long humans can survive.
"This kind of mud dragon seal only looks a little bit like a Western dragon on its forehead. In fact, it doesn't even have the blood of a hybrid dragon. It is not a very powerful monster. Now, it is just a pork belly walking in the wetland... "Mo Fan explained.
"They are so pitiful." Shu Xiaohua said.
"You are still in the mood to pity them. If we don't cheer up, those wild dog demons and corpse herons may come to pray in front of us."
"Pray?"
"Don't you know there is a religion where people pray before meals?"
"Ah, I don't want to be eaten, it will be ugly."
"..."
Sure enough, not long after, a group of corpse herons flew over from nearby. They all looked like snow-white feathers, and their bodies were slender and beautiful. Who knew that they specialized in eating carrion and corpse meat, rats in the fields, and dead animals in the river ditches? Fish, fat worms that died suddenly...
Of course, corpse herons are slave-level demons, and they are somewhat aggressive. When they find certain immortal animals or humans near the wetlands, they will help. More often than not, they will choose to wait.
"The perpetrator should have gone far away," Sister Ruan said.
When she said this, she looked specifically at Mo Fan, as if asking for approval. The Seven Star Hunter Master has much more experience in this area than her half-full bucket of water.
Mo Fan nodded towards her.
She was right, the perpetrator was gone.
"The entrail hunters appeared before we even arrived at Mingwu Ancient City, and they were on the wetland..." Sister Ruan became a little worried.
The viscera hunters are the real demon slayers. Compared with the viscera hunters, the claw spirits are too young. Sister Ruan doesn't know how many of these girls will be safe if they bump into the viscera hunters.
"Don't worry, if a viscera hunter shows up, I will take action." Mo Fan knew her worries and said seriously.
"But you alone can't protect so many of us, just in case someone accidentally falls behind." Sister Ruan said.
"Actually, there is nothing to worry about. The situation is changing rapidly, and there are many things that cannot be taken care of. It is common to go out and experience the death of a few people, but it is not always smooth sailing." Mo Fan said.
Sister Ruan's eyes widened, and she was so angry that the scarves covering her cheeks fell off, revealing her angry but uncomfortable look.
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