Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 434 - 373 Fierce_1

Chapter 434: Chapter 373 Fierce_1

"Come on, come on, my grandsons, if you’ve got the guts, bite me!"

As the Razorback Boar troops descended en masse like dumplings, Luna had already circled back behind the Razorback Boar detachment, taunting the relentless Keluo Parrots with jeers.

This time she didn’t flee, but stood her ground with a defiant, fearless demeanor.

The Keluo Parrots, enraged to the extreme, didn’t even think before diving down, drenching the area with a Rainbow Burst.

Instantly, the entire land was covered by the colors of the rainbow.

Luna repeated her old trick, turning to run.

To the uninformed, it looked as if she carried a rainbow mist behind her.

The poor Razorback Boars that had just braked were then out of luck, unable to move forward and directly sprayed with a full blast of Rainbow Burst.

The relatively robust ones were just dazzled by the spray, unable to open their eyes.

But the young Razorback Boar piglets were not so lucky, with quite a few being flipped right into the pits.

Having used the Keluo Parrots to her advantage, Luna led them towards the vineyard, planning to take the opportunity to shake them off.

The traps set by Gaven were linked together in a seamless chain.

Just as the remaining Razorback Boars were about to turn and flee, the Entangle Spell was cast all over the place, covering their rear and sides densely.

Though the vines couldn’t trap them, they could slow down their speed.

As they tried to escape the entanglement,

Thornspike, Five-Willow, and Black Nanmu launched their attack.

As fellow Treants, the three had distinctly different methods.

Thornspike directly lowered its body to sweep across, knocking the Razorback Boars straight into the pits.

Five-Willow would close in and entangle them tightly with its willow branches.

Black Nanmu lashed out with the Touch of Agony, which was especially effective against Razorback Boars as they possessed souls disproportionate to their huge bodies; usually, two or three lashes were enough to bring one down.

In less than a minute,

The entire Razorback Wild Boar Group was annihilated.

Only then did Gaven have the leisure to observe their attributes, and he couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

Life Force: 171 (Life Dice 15D12+75)

Size: Large

Attributes: Strength 25, Constitution 20, Dexterity 13, Intelligence 3, Perception 15, Charisma 9.

Trampling (Special Ability) — With the bonus from transcendent strength, they can trample creatures smaller than themselves or of a smaller size category, causing a certain tremor effect in the soil.

Decapitating Tusks (Special Ability) — If a critical hit occurs during a charge, there’s a certain chance to decapitate the enemy’s head directly, effective only on creatures up to one size category larger than itself, ineffective on creatures immune to critical hits, such as Golems, Vampires, and other Undead Creatures, this being a magic effect.

Fast Heal (Special Ability) — They have a fast healing ability of five points.

Enhanced Fast Heal (Special Ability) — With the transcendental bonus from Constitution, the fast healing recovery rate is increased by five points.

Keen Smell (Special Ability) — They have a sense of smell even more sensitive than a hunting dog’s, able to detect the approach of enemies and track them from afar by scent.

Damage Reduction (Special Ability) — They have five points of damage reduction.

Special Vision (Special Ability) — They possess dim vision and dark vision.

These were the attributes of the Razorback Boar King; the other adult Razorback Boars had attributes that were slightly inferior, but typically also had twelve or thirteen life dice, it’s just a matter of whether they have the transcendental bonus from Constitution and the difference in strength.

Damn it, are these boars?

Or are they Giant Dragons disguised in boar hide?

No wonder those Comanso Tigers have to detour when they see them.

With all these special abilities, even the young Giant Dragons would have to detour if they fought head-on on the ground.

No wonder those Dwarves are so eager for such mounts.

Their abilities are just too powerful, all prepared for survival on the battlefield.

That Razorback Boar King has a vicious temperament and a tough body; dropping into a seven or eight-meter deep pit, it didn’t break its legs, and when a large number of Razorback Boars dropped in like dumplings, it had already gotten back on its feet, dodging left and right, and managed to avoid being smashed to pieces.

Instead, it used its companions as stepping stones, scrambling upwards rapidly.

The sight of it moving against the flow was frighteningly valiant as if it were a General in the midst of tens of thousands, aiming for the enemy’s head.

But someone was watching its every move, and just as it was about to clear the pit, the cold barrel of the Death Roar once again aimed at its forehead.

Nola, who was watching the spectacle beside him, felt a surge of warmth in her heart and couldn’t help but say, "Young Master Gaven, may I have it? I’d like to try and see if I can tame it!"

Zalanda’s top general showing up at Gaven’s was certainly not by chance, but rather was there on a special assignment.

Zalanda had seen that the forces on Gaven’s side were extremely polarized.

On the human side, there simply weren’t any commanding generals worth mentioning, and he had just gotten his hands on nearly two thousand mercenaries. Although they had signed a mercenary agreement, there was also a huge instability.

Since there were no significant battles happening on Darama’s side, Nola was sent over to help Gaven with the human forces’ mobilization.

It’s undeniable that Nola had a particular knack for integrating mercenaries.

Her method was simple and brutal.

That was to beat you into submission.

From the first day they arrived in the Three Rivers Region, she’d been hammering those seemingly unruly mercenaries from head to toe with her bare hands.

It wasn’t one-one-one but one against a group.

And not just once; she maintained a frequency of a minor contest daily and a major one every three days.

She beat those mercenaries so hard that they cried for their fathers and shouted for their mothers. Whenever they saw her, they were as docile as mice seeing a cat, as obedient as could be.

Upon hearing this, Gaven’s heart stirred, and he put away the Death Roar, saying, "If you can tame it, it’s yours."

"Really?" Nola’s eyes lit up with unmistakable surprise.

Initially, her interest in the Razorback Boar King was purely because of its ferocity—it was a hunter’s curiosity and nothing more.

But after Gaven’s proposal, she found it hard to resist the itch of excitement.

Due to her unique physique, it was quite troublesome for regular mounts to bear her weight, and her fierce fighting style made it hard for ordinary mounts to keep up with her pace.

After all, barbarians don’t have the ability to enhance animal companions with professional levels like paladins, druids, and rangers do.

If the mount itself was powerful enough, it would be a different story.

The temperament of this Boar King seemed to fit well with hers; she liked the tenacity and refusal to submit, even in dire situations.

"It’s just a boar. I don’t need to play pretend with you. It’s all yours," Gaven said with a hearty laugh.

He was never one to be stingy or calculating, especially with Zalanda and Nola. The bond they’d built from childhood was both deep and sincere. The trust that came from the heart was not easily established later in life.

Another motive was to consider the taming process that followed; a group of wild boars led by a Boar King and one without were completely different matters.

At least in terms of aggression, it would be much less.

"Okay," Nola responded without hesitation and strode over to Gaven.

At this moment, the Razorback Boar King, after repeated attempts to ram and create footholds for itself on the trap’s walls, achieved an unbelievable feat—springing out of the pit with its tremendous weight.

This jumping power was alarmingly strong, seriously mismatching its short legs.

It seemed necessary to keep a close watch on the Razorback Wild Boar Group to prevent any others from imitating this feat.

"Excellent!" Nola couldn’t help but cheer loudly as she charged at the Razorback Boar King and grabbed hold of the middle-to-tip section of one of its razor-sharp tusks.

A regular person wouldn’t be able to grasp it completely.

But Nola, with her large hands and feet, while not able to fully encompass it, had enough grip to exert force.

The Razorback Boar King instinctively lunged forward, attempting to pierce the reckless human with its tusks.

But Nola’s agility was extraordinary; using the force of the charge, she twisted her powerful waist and landed on the back of the Razorback Boar King.

Nola did not possess the communication skills with animals that druids and rangers had; what she had was the method used to tame wild horses.

Taming through strength.

"I’ll ride on your back, let you thrash about until I’ve drained every bit of your strength, and then I’ll adopt a more gentle approach."

After jumping onto the Razorback Boar King’s back, Nola’s strong legs firmly gripped its towering back while her other hand grabbed another of its razor-sharp tusks. Her body arched like a bow, firmly pinned atop the boar.

The Razorback Boar King had never suffered such humiliation and went berserk.

It began to jump wildly and charge.

She attempted to shake Nola off her back, but the other was immovable, as if nailed in place.

Upon seeing Thornspike, Five-Willow, Black Nanmu, and the rest of the treants, the Razorback Boar King immediately perked up, excitedly charging at them, ready to rub against them and scrape off the huge pest on its back.

Its special ability for damage reduction had come from this, gradually building up a thick layer of resin between its fur from the constant scratching against pine trees over time, much like a natural armor.

Unfortunately, what it faced now was not ordinary trees, which didn’t give it the chance to do so, avoiding the boar long before it could get close.

As a beast, it couldn’t discern the difference between awakened plants and normal ones, seething with frustration but powerless to do anything.

Now, having left the forest tens of kilometers behind, it found no tree taller than three meters nearby to scratch against.

If it couldn’t scratch, then it decided to lie down.

As the Razorback Boar King ran, its massive body suddenly fell to the side, sliding onto the ground.

Finally, Nola reacted. No matter how strong she was, she dared not let the Razorback Boar King’s several-ton weight press directly onto her.

With a push of her legs, she jumped straight off its back.

Yet from beginning to end, one hand never let go of the Razorback Boar King’s tusks.

No matter how the Razorback Boar King tumbled and thrashed on the ground, that hand held on firmly, moving with it.

Relying on her rich combat instincts, Nola immediately found the weak points of the Razorback Boar King—following its deadliest weapon meant that no matter how wildly it struggled, it couldn’t harm her in the slightest.

By the time the Razorback Boar King got back up from the ground, Nola had already flipped back onto its back, without any change to her posture.

This was a Transcendent Barbarian’s extraordinary control over strength and body.

Whenever the Razorback Boar King attempted to fall, she would do the same.

Again and again.

Nola wasn’t injured in the slightest, while the Razorback Boar King whimpered from its own falls.

Its own weight was too colossal, even for itself, and the repetitive force of the violent falls was a heavy burden it dared not try too often.

With no alternative, it had to revert to its more conventional tactics of wild running, jumping, and slamming, inadvertently moving away from the trap and into the wilderness.

The wild dance between the woman and the boar was destined to be a drawn-out battle, with lasting several days being the norm.

This contest was not just a test of physical strength, but also of wills.

It was a matter of who would falter first.

Having assigned two Erdes to keep watch, Gaven paid them no further attention.

Whether Nola’s method was successful or not, such a tactic couldn’t be replicated.

There were few in Gryphon Hill who dared to dance with a boar as strong as a wild bull.

Without the Razorback Boar King as a destabilizing factor, the rest of the Razorback Wild Boar Group became much more subdued, especially those robust male Razorbacks, who were not focused on how to escape, but on each other, their small eyes brimming with a strong desire to fight—vying for the position of the Razorback Boar King.