Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 433 - 372th - Special Cavalry Mount Seed_1

Chapter 433: 372th Chapter Special Cavalry Mount Seed_1

Luna said with a proud smile, "Although these parrots are very noisy, their abilities are indeed very useful, especially during hunting. When we have time, we should study how to tame them and keep them in the vineyard."

"As long as they stay here, they won’t escape. We’ve already discussed a plan; we’ll wait a few more days for more birds to gather, then we plan to use the ’Fairy Song’ to influence these birds, turning them into our guardians." Gaven relayed the newly discussed strategy to the Half-Moon Colt.

"Fairy Song? The Song of Nature? I’ve heard that this kind of song, which is in tune with nature, works better the more species participate." The Half-Moon Colt said excitedly, "I think, Lord, you should take this opportunity to gather the other lieges as well and hold a harvest song and dance celebration. The effect might be even better, after all, the other races are also a part of nature."

"You make a good point. We might as well do it big and do it best." Images of a stunningly beautiful face involuntarily surfaced in Gaven’s mind, convinced that Regina would be very interested in this matter.

"Cowards, are you ready to run away now? Grandson, if you have the guts, keep chasing me!" Luna slowed down a bit and taunted the group of Keluo parrots that were not chasing too urgently.

To make sure the other party understood her, she used her druidic animal communication ability.

Using druid abilities just to exchange insults with a group of birds.

The Half-Moon Colt is probably not the only one of its kind in the world, but it is certainly rare.

"Grandson! Grandson! Grandson!"

"Bad guy! Bad guy! Bad guy!"

The group of Keluo parrots immediately grew even more furious and chased after her, swearing to teach this despicable horse a lesson and show her why the flowers are so red.

The Half-Moon Colt snorted in disdain and galloped ahead again, occasionally stopping to engage in some friendly verbal interaction with them, inspiring the parrots to persistently chase right behind her.

It was like a flying knight leading a group of soldiers.

About ten kilometers from the vineyard, in the direction of Yewen Forest, Gaven and his group found the advancing Razorback Wild Boar Group.

"Good! Good! Good!" Seeing their appearance, Gaven was not alarmed but delighted, repeatedly expressing his approval.

To call them wild boars would be less accurate than calling them bulls with the appearance of wild boars, each at least two and a half meters in length and nearly one and a half meters in height.

Even the younger ones were more robust than ordinary wild boars.

Robust, not fat.

These wild boars had massive muscle groups, especially around the shoulder axis of their forelegs, which were particularly strong, bulging like those of a bull.

Their huge tusks were related to their formidable appearance.

The tusks were eighty percent similar to ivory, with the shortest ones on adults being at least fifty centimeters long, and the longest nearly one meter, curving upwards like giant razors—the origin of their name.

The leader of the group was even more extraordinary.

More than three meters in length and over one and a half meters tall, with tusks over one meter long, it was covered in steel spike-like black bristles, and its small eyes exuded nothing but ferocity.

The most eye-catching aspect was the crisscross scars all over its body—there were at least a hundred of them, most of which were inflicted by razor-sharp fangs, a symbol of its defense of regal glory. The rest were left by various predators, but whether they were from predators trying to prey on it, or from its own forays into hunting, remained unknown.

Boars are omnivores by nature, and they don’t mind eating meat.

Razorback Boars, even more impressive, their interlaced and developed teeth can not only cut through roots and stems but also tear flesh.

Razorback Boars are not ordinary creatures, but a kind of Magic Beast, belonging to the Transcendent species.

Transcendent and Legendary species do not mean that they possess transcendent or legendary strength, but rather that upon reaching adulthood, they will have a Life Dice that is transcendent or legendary.

Actual combat ability is closely related to these creatures’ intelligence and their inherent Special Abilities.

Not to mention, the Carrier Bug that perished at Gaven’s hands was a Legendary species, terrifying in the number of its Life Dice.

But in the end, it succumbed due to its low intelligence; once targeted by specific tactics, it became vulnerable to challenges from those of a higher level.

However, it is undeniable that in certain extreme environments, their monstrousness is unchallenged.

The Razorback Boars are such a case—from their body shape, it’s not hard to see that charging is their forte. They are one of the Dwarves’ favorite mounts, affectionately referred to as Thunder Fang by those who have tamed them.

When hundreds of Thunder Fang Dwarf Cavalry charge, it is a disaster for the enemy.

Who said that such mounts can only be ridden by Dwarves?

As long as one can tame them, it’s not unthinkable for Gryphon Hill to have its own Thunder Fang Cavalry.

To Gaven, this group of over a hundred Razorback Boars wasn’t a problem, but the seed of a special Cavalry force.

The direction of the Razorback Boar Group’s advance was clear—they were heading straight for Weizemay Manor’s vineyard.

But they were not moving very fast, just like a nomadic flock of sheep, munching on whatever food they could forage along the way, taking their omnivorous nature to the extreme.

Tender grass, roots, wild vegetables, and so on—they ate nearly everything, including the field mice that were shaken out of the ground by their Special Ability to trample, crunching them down like snacks.

This is another area where Razorback Boars are tougher than warhorses—they are easy to keep alive.

Even in freezing conditions, they can root out tree and plant roots from under the snow to fill their stomachs.

Even the corpses of enemies don’t bother them.

They fully embodied the term "disregard for enemies." Not to mention Gaven and his companions high above, even the Wild Wolf Pack that had been trailing them for half a day was nothing in their eyes.

On the other hand, a few vigorous and aggressive adult Razorback Boars would occasionally lunge toward the densest parts of the wolf pack, sending the wolves fleeing in all directions with terrified howls.

Gaven forcefully suppressed the urge to peek at their data with the Dragon’s Sight Glasses, an action that could very likely enrage them.

Boars are known for their stubbornness—once agitated or startled, even the common boar dares to attack, facing even its natural predators, the Ferocious Tigers, let alone the even more ferocious Razorback Boars.

"You first lead those parrots in circles, monitor their movements, and don’t engage with them. I’m going back to call in reinforcements and set up traps; we aim to capture them all alive," Gaven instructed the Half-Moon Colt.

"Understood." Luna nodded, fully comprehending the strategy. She suddenly accelerated, leaving the flock of Keluo Parrots far behind.

After Gaven activated his Dragon Wings and departed, she immediately turned back to find the Keluo Parrots again. She taunted them mercilessly until they were so enraged they seemed ready to pluck out their feathers, eager to take on Luna in a bare-knuckle brawl, persistently chasing her without relent.

Even a group of Transcendent Magic Beasts could be easily dealt with, provided one had a targeted strategy.

Gaven and his allies happened to possess several remarkably effective ones.

In fact, it wasn’t much different from dealing with ordinary wild boars.

The main focus was still on traps.

Only this time, the traps were deeper than before to prevent their escape.

This was already in place, with the vineyard surrounded by such pits, originally meant for trapping wild boars.

Now all that was needed was to summon the Gnoll Pitfall Makers and have them urgently deepen and widen the pits.

By the time Gaven had prepared the battlefield on his side, the Razorback Wild Boar Group also wandered over, leisurely eating along the way.

Gaven, reuniting with Luna, said, "Descend to the ground, change to land movement; we need to provoke them and lead them towards the traps."

"Understood." Luna immediately folded her wings and descended from the sky, rushing in the direction of the Razorback Boars, aiming specifically for where the Razorback Boar King was located.

The method to enrage them was straightforward.

That was to attack their king.

Watching the figures of one rider and mount charging towards it head-on, the immense Razorback Boar King halted warily, its small yet sharp eyes fixed intently on every move Gaven and his companion made.

As the distance between them lessened, the Boar King instinctively arched its back, lowered its massive tusks, and began to scrape the ground with its hind hooves, unmistakably adopting a charge posture.

Twenty meters! Fifteen meters! Ten meters!

"Left!" shouted Gaven, without a moment’s hesitation pulling the trigger of Death Roar.

Just then, the Razorback Boar King powerfully kicked off the ground, dashing forward with a terrifying speed that belied its massive body.

But having charged less than five meters,

its huge frame involuntarily stumbled as a dreadful spray of blood blossomed on its forehead.

Even without utilizing the Power of Revenge,

the might of Death Roar remained formidable.

The considerable kinetic energy, impossible for even the multi-ton Razorback Boar King to ignore,

had turned the spot where Death Roar struck into a gory mess, revealing the bones beneath.

But that was all.

The Razorback Boar’s blood-soaked head began to sprout new flesh rapidly, and the wound quickly healed, demonstrating its powerful self-healing ability.

Its ability belonged to rapid Heal, not the Regeneration Technique of a Vampire; the still mangled wound confirmed this.

It could swiftly stem the bleeding and restore Life Force, but it couldn’t regrow lost limbs or reattach severed ones like a Regeneration Technique, which was why it bore so many scars.

Gaven’s actions had completely infuriated the Boar King, who let out an angry howl and once again bolted forward with a Razorback charge, followed immediately by the rest of the Razorback Boars, especially the combative adult males who responded at once and charged together, with the rest naturally following suit.

This was the herd mentality of beasts.

"Maintain speed, don’t get too far ahead, and be ready to take off at any moment," Gaven murmured.

"Understood." Although the rider and mount had yet to achieve a mind-meld, Luna could almost always guess Gaven’s intentions as soon as he spoke.

The scene was rather chaotic for a time.

On the ground, a group of huge boars charged with their heads down, thundering forward.

Above were a flock of parrots, squawking and trailing behind, intent on settling the score.

"Take off!" Gaven called out loudly.

Luna did not display her own wings but instead ignited a verdant green flame from all four hooves, continuing to run swiftly.

This natural energy granted her brief levitation, making it appear as if she were still running on the ground, although her hooves never truly made contact.

The pitfalls were bound not to be very wide, and by the time her floating ability vanished, she had already crossed them.

Neither leaping nor extending wings would alert the pursuers behind as much as this subtler approach.

Even a wise Cavalry could be fooled by Luna, let alone those mindless Razorback Boars, who were completely unprepared for the hollow pitfalls below. The foremost fifteen boars plummeted straight in like dumplings.

The group in the middle, sensing danger, slammed on the brakes in desperation.

Many managed to stop just at the edge, barely holding on.

But those following behind didn’t foresee what lay ahead and couldn’t stop in time, slamming into them and knocking them into the pits.

In just the blink of an eye, half of the Razorback Boar group was gone, leaving only weak and young ones standing at the edge of the pit—the healthiest were always at the front.