Astral Cockroach

“Banbu, the wolf pack has changed.”

“I know.”

“You won’t find an opportunity to ambush.”

“Wait patiently.”

“We’re very far from Li Bamboo Peak.”

“This is the Yellow Stone Mountain Range of the Black and White Flower Cockroach Tribe.”

“You’ve been away from Li Bamboo Peak for a long time. Are you still going to chase them?”

“Of course!”

… …

The black wolf pack suddenly changed. They mastered the tricks of anti-tracking and anti-ambush in the jungle: surrounding the two mountain lord-level black wolf warriors, they trotted and sneaked without haste, their route completely irregular. They no longer disdained small animals like snakes, rats, frogs, and fish, eating everything edible they found along the way. They rested irregularly, frequently, and only for short periods each time. Whenever they encountered a swamp or river, they would roll around in it, not missing any opportunity to conceal their scent.

Youcha's tracking became difficult.

Banbu's two ambushes were detected in advance.

Since the two failed ambushes, Banbu has restrained himself. For half a month, he hasn't attacked again, and Youcha has been cautiously tracking.

The wolf pack's irregular movements to the southeast, northwest, unknowingly left the Banyan Mountain Range, entered the Sheep Hoof Mountain Range, and then discovered a large number of cockroach tribe warriors in the Sheep Hoof Mountain Range. They decisively crossed the river and entered the Yellow Stone Mountain Range.

The Yellow Stone Mountain Range has many towering mountains and ancient forests. It is one of the poorest and least developed mountain ranges of the Black and White Flower Cockroach Tribe.

The black wolf pack was secretly scouting, and soon realized that there were few cockroach tribe warriors here. They also discovered that there were many medium and large animals, making hunting easy. So they boldly ventured into the hinterland of the Yellow Stone Mountain Range.

Early summer.

A day and night of thunderstorms.

Two mountain lord-level black wolf warriors led the wolf pack on a mindless rampage, crossing mountains and ridges, arriving at a mountain forest they had never been to before.

“This time, we should have completely shaken off that black cockroach tribe warrior, right?”

“Probably.”

“But we can't let our guard down.”

“We’re too tired. We need a full meal and rest.”

The two alpha wolves discussed.

After a long period of running, irregular eating, and no decent sleep, only intermittent rest, the advanced black wolf warriors following them had all lost a lot of weight.

“Then let’s hunt and eat our fill.”

“There's a large cave on the mountain over there. Tonight, we can hide in the cave and get some sleep.”

“Be careful, don't spread out too much.”

“Run away at the first sign of danger.”

The wolf pack split into groups of three, spread out slightly, and began searching for food nearby. Fortunately, they found a herd of wild goats and easily surrounded them.

After a delicious meal, they hid in a natural cave and took turns standing guard, enjoying a comfortable sleep.

Nothing happened overnight. With sufficient food and rest, the wolf pack's mental state recovered a lot, and their confidence increased: it seemed they had successfully shaken off the tracking cockroach tribe warrior.

The nightmare was finally over.

“There’s a lot of food here.”

“The mountains and forests are dense, making it easier to hide.”

“This is the territory of that black cockroach tribe warrior, but the numbers seem to be very small. We should scout carefully.”

“Origin Force Fruits are growing and will soon be ripe. We can rob them once.”

“That's right, the black cockroach tribe is the most hateful! Rob them clean! Destroy all their life seeds!”

“Yes, the best way to kill a cockroach tribe warrior is to destroy its life seed.”

The two alpha wolves discussed and directed the wolf pack to continue on their way.

The Yellow Stone Mountain Range doesn't have any decent mountain ranges. The Black and White Flower Cockroach Tribe warriors here all choose to live on isolated peaks with abundant Origin Force.

The wolf pack's primary task was to find out the number and strength of the warriors living on each mountain peak, as well as the types of life seed plants they had, and predict the approximate ripening time, in order to plan the specific details of the robbery operation.

On the first day, they found a mountain peak inhabited by cockroach tribe warriors, lurking nearby and observing for two full days, drawing a definite conclusion: living alone, and weak, they could easily take it down.

But there were too few and too young life seed plants in this cockroach tribe warrior's territory, producing few Origin Force Fruits. The robbery would yield little, not an ideal target.

They foraged for food, rested for a night, and would continue searching for other cockroach tribe warriors' inhabited mountain peaks tomorrow. The most ideal was a large mountain peak where several cockroach tribe warriors lived together. The wolf pack could act together, and one robbery would be enough.

… …

Woof ~ Awoo ~

The hunting wolf pack suddenly let out an angry howling for help.

The black wolf warriors scattered in other locations quickly ran towards the sound to provide support. When they arrived, they saw their companion lying in a pool of blood, throat pierced, on the verge of death.

“It's that cockroach tribe warrior! It was an ambush!”

“We can't hunt at night! It can always approach silently in the dark!”

“It's still following us! Why can it always find us?”

“It will slowly kill us all!”

… …

After only a few days of peace, they suddenly realized that the danger had not gone away. The chasing cockroach tribe warrior was like a maggot clinging to bone, following them all the time. Even the ferocious black wolves couldn't bear this deadly danger lingering over their heads. The advanced warriors in the wolf pack gradually became panicked, anxious, and fearful.

The two alpha wolves fell silent.

Pondering.

One of the wolves suddenly said: “It intends to slowly kill us all… It's not an ordinary cockroach tribe warrior.”

The other wolf said: “But there's only one of it. It's an exception… We must get rid of it.”

“Do you have a way?”

“Yes!”

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“What should we do?”

“Scatter completely, run as far as possible, act alone, find a safe place to hide, and return here when the plants wither.”

“That's right, there's only one of it, and it can only track one.”

“You, run that way, and then scatter. You, that way…”

Under the command of the two alpha wolves, the wolf pack broke up into smaller groups.

Finally, the two alpha wolves also separated and ran away.

… …

The wolf pack dispersed, and Banbu and Youcha quietly appeared in the place they had just rested, cutting up the remains of the forest wolf warrior's corpse and leisurely eating.

“Banbu, the wolf pack has collapsed. Are you going to chase and kill the mountain lord-level black wolf warriors?”

“Yes.”

Youcha wagged its tail and pointed in one direction, saying, “This way.”

It wagged its tail again, pointing in another direction, and said, “And this way.”

Banbu tapped its antennae lightly and said, “Youcha, you track this way, leaving marks along the way, and I will catch up soon.”

Youcha didn't say anything and set off directly.

Banbu shook its antennae helplessly and set off following the scent.

… …

It was now the dry season of midsummer.

At Li Bamboo Peak, Red Rice was proficient in hybrid breeding techniques, guiding the members on the mountain to work, as busy and laborious as in previous years.

The three mountain lords, Yellow Stripes, White Fluff, and Brown Hide, were a little restless, and the warriors down the mountain were also restless – Banbu had been out chasing the black wolf warriors for three months and had not yet returned.

The life seed plants on the mountain were thriving, indicating that Banbu was safe and sound.

But where had it chased them to? Why was it taking so long?

White Fluff: “We can't hide the news any longer. We should notify King Red Stinger and ask it to mobilize the tribe to search.”

Yellow Stripes: “We've been hiding it for so long. If we only notify it now, King Red Stinger will be angry.”

Brown Hide: “It's not our fault either!”

Banbu initially only said it would be gone for a while, taking Big Bear with it. As a result, Big Bear returned alone, telling them that Banbu had gone to chase the black wolf warriors.

Yellow Stripes, White Fluff, and Brown Hide initially thought that Banbu was only driving away the black wolf pack. Knowing that Banbu was good at hiding and sneaking, extremely fast, and its direct combat power was no weaker than a mountain lord-level warrior, and it also had the ability to regenerate severed limbs, they estimated that there would be no danger, so they did not notify King Red Stinger immediately.

A month later, Banbu did not return, and they realized that something was wrong. At this time, they did not dare to inform King Red Stinger.

They delayed again and again, until now, seeing that the bamboo on the mountain was about to bloom.

After a moment of silence, Mountain Lord Yellow Stripes resolutely said: “Let's wait a little longer. After the dry season passes, if Banbu has not returned, we will notify King Red Stinger.”

“Okay.” Mountain Lord White Fluff agreed.

Mountain Lord Brown Hide said with difficulty: “We are sitting in Li Bamboo Peak, and such a big mistake has occurred… King Red Stinger will be angry.”

The three mountain lords fell silent again.

The consequences of King Red Stinger's anger might be the cutting off of their annual Origin Force food subsidy, making it hopeless for them to be promoted to County Lord in this lifetime.

Suddenly, a violent Origin Force fluctuation appeared in the distance.

Looking up, a black dot was speeding towards Li Bamboo Peak.

“It's Banbu!” Mountain Lord Yellow Stripes couldn't help but get excited, flapping its wing membranes and rising into the air.

“It's back!”

Mountain Lords White Fluff and Brown Hide exclaimed at the same time, following suit, flapping their wing membranes and rising into the air.