Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

The night wind rushed towards him.

Tang Wen weaved through the mountains and forests, heading at high speed towards the location where he sensed Gong Shui Kui.

As a transcendent, he had been suppressed for too long.

At this moment, with his speed fully unleashed, he felt particularly exhilarated.

He used the Shadow Nether Steps, landing silently.

From a distance, he looked like a black stream of light, flashing and moving through the mountains.

Dozens of miles passed swiftly.

Tang Wen stopped.

The distance had been greatly reduced, and the connection between him and Gong Shui Kui was stronger.

It had increased by a whole level.

If the strength of the link he felt in the city was like a thread, then now it was like a rope.

He sat down on a rock.

The distance between them was still dozens of miles.

Borrowing the vision of a pet at such a long distance would consume a lot of mental energy.

But the advantage was absolute safety.

When the Blackwater Gang did things, they would definitely clear the area and have people monitoring all directions.

But no matter how much they cleared the area or monitored, they wouldn't care about what was happening dozens of miles away, right?

Tang Wen switched his vision to Gong Shui Kui.

The humanoid Gong Shui Kui, who had just become a high-level alien beast.

Was striding forward, approaching the central area of the mountain range.

This was a canyon.

The trees were lush and dense, blocking out the sky and the sun. Looking up, one could only see fragmented sky through the gaps in the dense branches and leaves.

Gong Shui Kui took the lead, like a big brother leading his younger brothers, scurrying through the forest with the alien beasts.

A clearing appeared in front of them.

It was strange.

It was clearly the same soil, the same ground.

One step back was a lush forest, but one step forward was hard ground, with not even a single blade of grass.

Gong Shui Kui stopped.

He felt inexplicably uneasy.

Tang Wen couldn't sense its emotions or hear its voice.

He didn't know why it had stopped.

At such a remote distance, Tang Wen couldn't transmit any effective instructions to Gong Shui Kui.

In other words, he could only watch.

He couldn't do anything else.

He switched his vision back.

Tang Wen's heart was full of doubts. Wasn't it supposed to be about salvaging a sunken ship?

What were they doing in the mountains?

Could there be a barrier lake in the mountains?

Or some underground river?

He stood up and continued forward with a belly full of doubts.

After running another seven or eight miles, he stopped again.

He turned his head to the right, staring at a shadow on the treetop.

To a normal person, it was just a shadow.

Even if they looked closely, it would at most be a strange shadow.

"A Brown-tailed Crow?"

Tang Wen saw the extraordinariness of the shadow.

The Brown-tailed Crow was a variant of the common crow.

It was slightly larger than the average crow in appearance, and its tail was slightly black.

It was the king of ordinary crows.

Ordinary crows were not alien beasts.

A child could kill them with a slingshot.

And generally speaking, the kings of ordinary beasts and birds.

Such as the sparrow king and the like.

Were at most at the level of low-level alien beasts.

But the Brown-tailed Crow was different.

Or rather, crow flocks were different.

This kind of bird was very intelligent.

As long as a crow king appeared in the crow flock, that is, a Brown-tailed Crow.

It was often an existence that crossed an entire level.

Directly a mid-level alien beast.

Tang Wen was immediately interested.

Besides the Brown-tailed Crow being very rare.

He recalled the casual chat he had with Old Crow when he was listening to Old Crow's lectures at the Flame Camp.

He had asked about the origin of Old Crow's nickname.

Why not call him by his proper name, why call him Old Crow.

As a result, he was retorted by the other party.

Who scolded him for being ignorant.

It turned out that when Old Crow was wandering around in other places.

The most famous pet beast under his command.

Was a group of mutated crows.

A full hundred of them, each with the strength of a low-level alien beast.

Don't look down on mutated crows just because they are low-level alien beasts.

They had a sound wave skill called "Slag Howl".

The cry of ordinary crows was rough and unpleasant.

At most, it would make ordinary people frown and curse it for being unlucky.

But after becoming a mutated crow, the lethality of its cry increased sharply.

It was more than dozens of times that of ordinary crows.

If ten low-level mutated crows gathered in a group.

Then even mid-level raptor alien beasts would not want to provoke them.

After all, for birds, once they were subjected to sonic attacks, the few seconds of dizziness and loss of consciousness were often fatal.

If fifty low-level mutated crows were together.

Then truly, no one below the transcendent level would be willing to provoke them.

It wasn't that high-level alien beasts couldn't beat them.

But even if they won, it would be a pyrrhic victory.

Even if they killed all these low-level mutated crows, what could they do?

They were not large in size, and they produced little meat.

Taking the risk to kill dozens of them was not as good as a head of alien goat in terms of meat.

They also had to risk death in battle, which was completely not worth the loss.

However, this kind of crow flock was very rare.

Even rarer than transcendent alien beasts.

Therefore, not many people knew about it.

Pet beast masters could cultivate low-level mutated crows.

But there was a prerequisite for cultivation.

There must be a crow king, that is, a Brown-tailed Crow.

And the number of Brown-tailed Crows was extremely small.

One had to have the right time, the right place, and the right people, and be extremely lucky to encounter one.

When Old Crow was young, he encountered one.

And it was still a wounded Brown-tailed Crow.

From then on, he slowly cultivated a huge crow clan. At its peak, there were thousands of ordinary crows in the crow flock.

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They blocked out the sky and the sun when they flew up.

There were also hundreds of mutated low-level crows.

Only in this way did he gain some fame.

Later.

The Brown-tailed Crow died of old age.

The crow flock dispersed.

He was still respectfully called Old Crow.

Tang Wen stared in the direction of the Brown-tailed Crow, and the Breath Concealment Technique was fully activated. A faint darkness, like a cloak, was draped over his body, shielding the light.

He quietly approached.

Afraid that the Brown-tailed Crow would fly away.

Blood Crow was not here, and once the other party flew away, he would have no way to stop it.

Flying alien beasts were easy to kill, but difficult to capture alive.

Tang Wen entered the jungle, and casually pinched up a hard clod of earth.

He controlled his strength and hit the Brown-tailed Crow, which was not fatal.

He came to the tree and suddenly jumped up.

Once he moved, he could no longer hide his figure.

Sensing malice, the Brown-tailed Crow was startled but not chaotic. It lowered its head and hissed.

The bark fell one after another.

It spread its wings and took off.

However, the escape trick that had always worked.

Failed this time.

It realized that the shadow that jumped up high was not affected by the sound waves at all.

The speed remained unchanged, and it was grabbing towards it.

Whether it was mental attacks or sonic attacks.

For Tang Wen, who had stepped into the gate of transcendence, they were at most equivalent to the bitter cold wind.

They could not cause any damage.

They just made him feel a little cold.

Flapping, flapping.

Its wings flapped wildly, and its mouth pecked randomly.

The Brown-tailed Crow landed in Tang Wen's hands.

If it had been before, Tang Wen would have locked it in a cage and kept it there for a few days.

Then he would have caught some other crows.

Anyone who didn't listen would have their necks twisted in front of it.

Or torture them and feed them to the sand wolves.

Let the sand wolves eat them in front of it.

Crows were the most intelligent birds.

After doing it a few times, and then taking out some meatballs made of transcendent alien beast meat.

Presumably, this Brown-tailed Crow would submit.

However, now there was no time, and there was no need to be so troublesome.

He directly used a few mental soothing techniques, and then took out the alien beast blood marrow and let it smell it.

The Brown-tailed Crow, which had just calmed down, immediately became excited.

Although it didn't know what this was.

But it smelled the scent that could allow it to advance.

"Gah, gah gah gah!"

Tang Wen tentatively released its wings.

At close range, even if the Brown-tailed Crow could fly, it could not escape his palm.

The Brown-tailed Crow jumped onto his shoulder.

Its small head rubbed affectionately against his shoulder.

"You are quite sensible."

Tang Wen smiled. Old Crow was right.

The Brown-tailed Crow's IQ was indeed high.

The two actions alone were something that mid-level alien beasts could not do.

He divided a mung bean-sized ball of blood marrow pills and fed it to it.

The Brown-tailed Crow couldn't wait to eat it, and its small eyes glowed.

"Lead the way!"

"Gah gah!"

The Brown-tailed Crow flew up.

Tang Wen continued on his way.

He ran for about twenty miles again.

He stopped again.

Considering the importance that the Blackwater Gang attached to this salvage.

There must be experts constantly patrolling the periphery.

Staying twenty miles away might be the only way to ensure safety.

He found a place to rest and switched the vision of "Water Kui" at the same time.

The scene changed.

Gong Shui Kui was still on the barren, barren ground.

In front of him were two teams of Blackwater Gang experts that Tang Wen had never seen before.

The curiosity in Tang Wen's heart was raised again.

Why was that side a forest, and this side barren?

After watching for a few seconds, the scene did not change, and he immediately disconnected the vision.

Mental energy should be saved.

Who knew how long this mission would take.

Mental energy had to be saved.

"Gah!"

The Brown-tailed Crow on sentry duty flew back to warn him.