Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 197 - 8_1

Chapter 197: Chapter 8_1

Sometime, unknown when, a thin layer of mist started to spread among the trees.

This mist was very thin, at least countless times thinner than Foggy Sea’s poisonous air. The trees in the Demon World at night had already minimized their leaves to the maximum extent, but the moonlight that could shine through the thick canopy was indeed too thin. Now, an additional layer of thin fog had made the path under Bauman’s feet more stumbling.

There was originally no path in the forest, at most there was a diagonal path, which was over many years walked by adventurers. After the path was formed, people’s inertia also formed. Even if these paths were too bumpy, no one planned to create a good path. Zorro’s adventure team shared this situation too. Whether the ladies had fortune or misfortune, none of them were truly willing to share Baojia.

However, since Baojia usually does not express his intention, that means everyone has a chance. But if someone goes too far normally affecting the coherence of the adventure team, the result would be losing the chance of competition. Therefore, although the road was bad, narrow and crowded, they all had to walk along cheerfully.

At least in the eyes of the pessimist, this is the truth.

Bauman’s performance tonight was quite unconventional. She was the last one to join the adventure team but was the first one to voluntarily leave. In order not to be caught up with by the members of the adventure team, she didn’t even take the small path but chose a direction and went straight through the trees. The fallen leaves and dead branches under her feet made strange noises from time to time, which could be heard very far in the quiet night sky, making Bauman slow down her pace.

Then, the fog came. Bauman’s sight was bad to start with, and now it was even harder to see what was under her feet. She, who was already stumbling, fell a couple of times not long after, luckily the fallen leaves on the ground were thick enough and her body was light enough that it didn’t even leave a scratch. If it were someone else marching under these circumstances, their legs would’ve been twisted long ago, but our Miss Lich did not.

Although Bauman’s legs were unsteady, her mind at the moment was very, very steady. If she had had this kind of mindset at the ball before, she might not have poured the plate of food on that hateful silver pupil’s head.

Of course, if that were the case, Bauman would have not had the chance to meet the grown-up Baojia, nor have such a steady mindset.

Baojia was a nice guy, being by his side was the only bright color in her dim life. Baojia was like her Emperor Polo, wherever he went, that place would turn into a warm paradise of the Demon World. Regardless of her dull existence, she could still feel his meticulous care.

Regrettably, this Emperor Polo wasn’t solely shining for Bauman, even the sun of the Demon World still had trees and flowers relying on him to grow, beasts running under the sun, and birds singing in shade. Those girls who didn’t deliberately woo Baojia, eventually, existed to gather around him, and everyone knew this, including Bauman.

But this wasn’t what she wanted, at least, not entirely.

Bauman would rather she and Baojia would be like two moons in the night sky, existing only to shine for each other.

Such thought was selfish, extravagant. Bauman, who normally wore a maid’s uniform, didn’t dare think about it. It was the same for those girls in armors and robes. During the day, the leaves would unfold towards the sunlight, sway in the warm breeze, striving to absorb rays. At night, they could only obediently huddle, solitary in the cold wind.

So no girl noticed Bauman had run away, they had never considered doing the same thing, they naturally believed everyone was like them. Following the same rule, playing the trick of "fair competition". Even if they heard Bauman’s staccato steps, they just considered it the odd wind.

The wind was indeed blowing, the night wind in the Demon World was not only cold, but it also carried a heart-piercing chill. Even if Bauman’s body temperature was low, no matter how many clothes she added specifically for the night’s journey, she still couldn’t block the night’s cold of the Demon World. This cold was only easily resisted by the mutants who were active in the forest at night.

Somehow behind Bauman, a few mutated magical beasts had been trailing her.

Each of these beasts is two to three meters long with slender legs and well-developed muscles. Their heads are of a flat round shape, and although they don’t have a protruding snout, their blood basin-like mouth opens wide in the direction of their ears, revealing two rows of gleaming teeth. This type of Magical Beast, neither cat nor dog, is naturally an Ice Wind Beast, astonishingly fast, but also timid as a mouse. A length of two to three meters is considered small among mutated beasts, even smaller than a certain blue Wind Wolf on some island. Their innate magic is merely a simple Ice Blade Wind Blade.

Whether all mutant beasts have evolved for strength, the Demon World has not yet reached an accurate conclusion in this field of research.

Mutated beasts like these, which basically result from crossbreeding between Frosty Pichu and Wind Wolves, seem to be going nowhere even when their level is high. In terms of body size, innate magic or even appearance, there is nothing shocking about them. Some even suspect that these beasts survive by scouring the Demon Clan’s garbage at night. Their combat power is quite limited and poses no threat to the adventure teams or other mutated beasts. They are not seen in daylight and are rarely encountered in the jungle at night.

However, compared to these useless fellows, the frail Bauman is not in a much better state. Only a few hundred meters from the camp, she was already feeling weak. Bauman has never experienced such difficulty in breathing. Even though the night wind had numbed her from the nostrils, mouth to the trachea and even her lungs, she seemed to be incapable of inhaling any air and was futilely trying to open her mouth wide to inhale and exhale deeply.

The only consequence of this unscientific way of breathing is that Bauman’s throat quickly becomes dry. If she had difficulty moving forward before, when her throat gets so dry it feels as if it’s being pricked with needles, she could no longer bear the strain of heavy breathing. Once this happens, Bauman can’t take another step.

When the mutated dogs see Bauman stop, they cautiously halt their advance and hide in places where Bauman cannot possibly see them. Had their eyes not been glowing green, Bauman would have almost missed them.

Bauman was sitting on the ground drinking when she noticed the mutated dogs following her.

Strictly speaking, it couldn’t be considered drinking since Bauman’s water bottle had long since frozen into a solid ball of ice in the night wind, not a drop could be poured out. However, Miss Bauman is not foolish; years of hardship have given her enough experience to cope with such situations. The method is simple, just add something similar to a bamboo tube for storing water.

The reason why water cannot be poured out of things like water bottles or water bags is that whether on the Aegean Continent or in the Demon World, these containers are naturally designed with a narrow mouth and a large belly. Once anything big enough freezes inside, it will block the opening when pouring water and create a vicious cycle.

Some girls in the adventure team have containers with built-in constant temperature arrays, so they do not have to worry about this problem. But not Bauman, all her water bottles or water bags are the simplest kind, the kind that will definitely freeze at night.

So before deciding to escape, Bauman prepared some things like bamboo tubes, almost like making popsicle molds. She filled dozens of similar things with clean water that she could chew on these small icicles to quench her thirst at night. In Bauman’s original plan, these reserves could sustain her for a long journey.

However, it is quite clear that Miss Lich greatly overestimated her own stamina and strength. Moreover, when she couldn’t hold on anymore and began rest and drinking, she chewed on the icicles, crunching loudly, and saw several green lights shining in the direction of the forest behind her.

Bauman is quite familiar with these mutated Ice Wind dogs, for she has personally seen these mutated dogs sneaking into the Demon Clan’s towns for food under cover of night. However, contrary to legends, these guys do not scour the garbage, for they are not herbivores and certainly can’t just rummage around for something to fill their stomachs.

Their real food is the Demon Clan.

The Demon Clan members who, like Bauman, are even poorer.

These members of the Demon Clan who can’t even afford a shelter, can only find some barely hiding places in the corners of the town. If they encounter any illness, they are left to their fate.