Each of these wolves was far larger than a courser horse. Their grey furs and deep blue eyes were enough for him to know they were antherions, wolves which had been harnessing the power of Ether.
The ones to his sides put on a sudden burst of speed that propelled them closer to Lynn. Soon, he could hear them salivating as they closed in on him. At this point, he was tired and worn out, but he continued to run towards a small hill, overlooking a narrow valley to the north.
He collapsed against the base of the hill and turned around before using a few seconds to catch his breath. Just a stone throw from him, stood the largest member of the wolf pack. The wolf with its head low to the ground, stayed still, watching Lynn. A deep growl rumbling from its throat. Lynn stopped and drew out the steel sword he took before leaving his clansmen. He'd seen wolves take down prey before, and it wasn't a pretty sight.
The huge wolves circled him, pacing and watching, ever drawing closer. They continued this routine until the nearest was no more than five or six paces away. Their breath formed a nimbus of misty cloud around them. Yet, they didn't attack him, but they were hounding him, waiting for their master, the Worg.
The stink of them hit Lynn and he coughed in apprehension. He was turning in all directions trying to keep the wolves at bay when he saw a hidden narrow opening at the base of the rocky hill. Without giving it a second thought, he ran to the crevice and squeezed his body through the opening. By the time the wolves realized what was happening, Lynn had gained a few precious seconds on them.
The wolves quickly bore down on him. But before their fangs could get hold of him, he had managed to pull himself through to the other side of the crevice. He watched the wolves' snarling and growling, trying to get inside but were too large to fit in. Their deadly eyes set on Lynn, forcing him to crawl away from the crevice, backwards. Behind the wolves, he could see the eyes of the Worg, partially concealed in a shimmering shadow.
Slowly, he turned around and stared into the darkness that was partially lit by the rays of sunlight that passed through the small opening, high above. Gradually his eyes began to adjust. Stony walls, detached stones, and scuttling insects appeared before him in subtle shades of red.
In a hunched position, he began moving down the low tunnel. At some points he was forced to crawl on his belly over heaps of rubble where the tunnel had caved in. The foul air was oppressive, but he breathed it in shallow gasps through his open mouth. Determined to find another opening out of the hole, and away from the wolves, Lynn moved forward.
All of a sudden, after covering several yards, he came to a halt. The passageway, which had been level, up to this point, suddenly plunged down before him. The darkness here was highly unnerving but he had no choice, but to keep going forward, looking for an exit. After his eyes had adjusted to the dark passage, he saw a glimmer of light at the far side of the tunnel. Slowly, he walked towards the light, his legs crushing what sounded like remains of some animals.
The further he walked, the more of the eerie feeling he had. It was as if the whole tunnel was not made of stone, but was alive. The feeling was as if he had been swallowed by an enormous creature, and was now moving around in its stomach, raising hot bile in his throat.
Soon, he reached an incline. Keeping his center of balance low to the floor, he inched his way over the edge of the incline. His legs skidded on a layer of slime and he fell. His hands shot out, but it was no use. The walls and floor of the tunnel were both dripping with slick slime. His legs and fingers scrabbled furiously against the slimy surface. He was about to make it back up to the edge of the incline, when he lost his grip and careened headlong down the steep slope.
Lynn fought hard to slow his descent but to no avail. Covered in slime and out of control, he slid faster and faster. He flailed in fear as he plummeted through cold air, wondering how long he had until he struck the bottom. Out of instinct, he snapped his body around and reached out with his right hand. His fingers slipped as they brushed across rough stone, before they took hold of a sharp crevice. The sudden halt in descent nearly wrenched his shoulder from its socket. "Aaaargh!"
He let go of the crevice and plummeted the rest of the way down. He offered some prayers to the mourning gods to prevent him from falling to his death. Fortunately, he landed on a large mound of hay and straw, breathing hard for a few long minutes.
After what appeared to be eternity, he dragged himself off the nest and leaned against the wall of the cavern, holding his right shoulder. From his backpack, he removed some herbal plants and began to chew them to relieve the agonizing pain. Some minutes later, he was able to shake off his the pain and his grogginess before gazing around. He realized he was at the center of a large circular chamber that resembled a lair of a large rodent.
He hadn't seen much of creatures in his life, but as a member of a hunting clan, he knew what a rodent's lair looked like. And what he was staring at, resembled a giant rodent's nest. But how could a rodent be many times larger than a dire wolf? It looked deadly strange. Nonetheless, he was grateful. He knew if he hadn't he landed on the padded straws and hays, he would now be lying on the floor over forty feet below, gruesomely wounded or, more likely, dead. More so, the owner of the nest could be nearby.
Craning his neck, he gazed upward. He could just make out the edge of the tunnel from which he had fallen, around fifty feet above. There was no way he woud reach that height. So he let out a deep breath, and decided to continue pushing forward.
A short distant away, he saw a massive stone statues on the opposite sides of the chamber. Above it was a large opening on the cavern wall which resembled a passage. If he could use the statue as a ladder, he should be able to reach the opening.
Spurred on by renewed hope, he felt for crevices and protrusions and started inching his way up the statue. Although he couldn't feel much pain on his right shoulder, he found it difficult to use, but he didn't stop. But ss he was about to reach the back of the statue, he perceived a peculiar odour in the air, sharp and metallic, like the scent of the air before a lightning storm.
Lynn couldn't wrap his head around what he guessed was in the dark shadows. The sound from the creature was like that of a rat, yet not like a rat—indeed not like anything he had ever heard about rodents.Clinging to the statue, he tried to look around. It had aspects of a great rodent in its squeal, and Lynn began to picture a giant rat ready to attack, sending a chill down his spine.Slowly, he began to gain control of his frayed nerves. He recalled the basic lessons he had learned from his father many years ago which proved useful to him in his miserable life.So with urgency, he began climbing with more energy.After another squeal sounded too close to where he was, he stopped climbing and glanced at the dark tunnel behind him. Then he saw the eyes. Two great red orbs stared at him from the darkness. Each seemed as large as a melon. They remained upon Lynn, unblinking, as he clung to the back of the statue. The eyes continued to bore into him, and he felt the cold bile of terror r
The huge underground cavity, the incomparably tall and straight pitch-black trees, and the faint blue light that was as bright as the stars, but more numerous than the stars.Although Lynn was standing here for the second time, he was still shocked by its incomparably magnificent and beautiful scene.Coming to the front of the stone chamber, Lynn took out the stone box from his spatial belt and said to The Remnant. "Guardian, its now five days, I want to take out the undergarment and see the effect of the silkworm on it."Afterwards, he took the undergarment out of the spatial storage, and with a flick, there was no moisture left on the undergarment. It was really looking good, Lynn thought. If all clothes have this effect, then washing clothes would be a much easier thing, and one didn't need to dry them.The Remnant then released a trace of divine consciousness. "Good. The effect is really good to see. This undergarment can only resist the attack of third-level attacks before now, b
At this moment, Lynn felt uncomfortable as if his whole body was on fire. He kept fanning his body with his clothes."Child, don't panic." The Remnant also felt a surge of energy circulating around in Lynn's body, and said. "Sit down and cross your leg. Now according to your usual conveyance method, slowly guide that energy and the essence of the confluence will run in your body according to the class of your essence attributes, and then digest and fuse it, bit by bit."After listening to The Remnant's instructions, Lynn immediately sat down cross-legged and practiced according to his guardian's words. He needed to hurry up, since it was really hot and uncomfortable. When he worked at a furnace site in his previous life, he had never felt so hot before even working under the sun.The conveyance method taught by The Remnant to Lynn was known as the Immortal Saint. It could absorb the essence power hidden in nature when the day and night timelines alternated in the sky. The time known a
After two months inside the cave, Lynn became eight years old in this new world. If he was in his old world, he would be eighteen years old. It was also an important day for him to condense the first essence crystal in his young reincarnated life. The quality of the essence crystals that he was going to create today would directly affect the height that he could climb in his level as a conveyor of essence in the future.He sat quietly in front of the stone house. Two months of harnessing the power of Ether had raised his essence capacity by a whole level, almost equal to what he had gained from the previous four or five years of conveyance.This surprised The Remnant. No wonder the divine archmage said in the book that when harnessing ether here, the lower the essence, the faster the growth rate.Lynn had been able to practice conveyance since the day he came to this world, and he was already very engrossed in it. After two months of hard work, he had become proficient. This level had
"Bad omen in the cloud, my lord." The Shaman uttered in fright after tracing her boney fingers across the blue sky.When Kaiya, the leader of the Ironwood tribe, saw the terrified look of the village Shaman, he had a dangerous premonition which sent a chilling tingle down his spine.He was clearing his thoughts when he suddenly heard an alarming sound inside his head. Immediately, he stopped running forward, arched his waist, covered his ears with both hands, and screamed in pain. But as quickly as it appeared, his pain vanished.When he adjusted his body and slowly raised his head, he found that the movements of everyone around him had surprisingly slowed down.He glanced at his wife and son who were running in front of him, and knitted his brows together in a frown. Although they looked eagerly anxious to get away from the danger, their movement was extremely slow. What was happening? Looking around, he saw his clansmen in running stances, but it appeared as if they were walking in
"Attack! Don't let a single one of them escape." Seeing they had been discovered, Germeyes, patriarch of the bear clan, shouted at the antherions, and at the same time flew towards the Ironwood tribe with Harbonok, the second son of the dragon clan.The bear antherions who were on the ground, after hearing Germeyes's order, roared from different directions and rushed towards the Ironwood tribe.One of the fourth-level bear antherions, Yaka, took the lead and ran at the front. He could perform partial transformation into human form, but because of his low magical power, he was grouped among the inferior antherions. Although he thought his conveyance was high and strong, at most he was just doing some errands for high-level antherions.This time, to launch a cleanup on a small tribe, for him, a fourth-level monster, it was also a simple matter. In the past, when his level was lower, he had had participated in many similar fights. Except for one or two humans who were essence masters, al
Harbonok immediately condensed his essence power and spread his awareness around. He covered the battlefield, every corner of the area, every tree, and every grass. Every fleeing human was examined with his advance perception. Even the mice hiding in the dark didn't escape his perception. Still, no traces of the human essence master.Harbonok scanned every corner of the Ironwood tribe, but found no essence fluctuations. He really escaped? Harbonok's teeth gritted with hatred. As soon as he looked up, he saw the bear antherions patriarch, commanding the battle not far away."Germeyes." Harbonok immediately shouted towards the chief of the bear clan."Yes, second Son." Germeyes flew over immediately after hearing the words, and said excitedly."Did you notice anything different here?""Ah, yes. The weapon of the humans. It looks like a bow but it's more powerful. These humans are showing their strength, but we're winning." Germeyes said proudly, but found that Harbonok's face was gloomy
After a sudden and panicky encounter, no matter how good their physical strength was, it wouldn't hold for long. After all, every one of the villagers was ordinary human with no essence power to rely on. "May the gods be with you."Wynter looked at the Ironwood tribe's patriarch and said. "Chief Kaiya, don't delay any longer. The antherions will be here before long. I think everyone should choose a direction and run separately. Anyone that can't run should find a secret place to hide.""I think you're right."Wynter turned his head and said to Kiara. "Kiara, you take Kaiya and your son, while I go with Shesara. When flying, we will release essence fluctuations, which can also attract the attention of the antherions, so that their pursuit of the villagers will ease. I believe by doing this, they won't go after the clansmen anymore."Kaiya was initially reluctant to give up his clan, but because he had suffered two clan annihilations in his life, which was a huge blow to him, he knew Wy