Two days later, in the Gale Hills.
Roy and his companions rode their Undead Warhorses, galloping across the open wilderness.
The slightly damp sea breeze whistled past, and the rolling hills stretched like waves of the earth, extending all the way to the horizon.
Soon, the group arrived at a small hill they had planned to visit earlier. Climbing up and using a telescope, they quickly spotted the scene of the magical creature war that had been depicted in the images.
"They've been fighting for so many days, and it still hasn't stopped!"
Before their eyes, a large group of Fishman Warriors surged forward, engaging in fierce combat with their enemies.
The giants living in this area were a species of humanoid giants, living like nomads, herding Mammoths and Yaks for sustenance.
They stood over three meters tall, with immense strength and a fierce, brave nature.
Wielding massive Bone Clubs made from the leg bones of their kind or wooden clubs carved from small trees, a single strike could crush the smaller Fishmen into pulp.
The Fishmen, with their crude weapons and weak strength, struggled to pierce the rough skin of the giants even with all their might.
But like ants overwhelming an elephant, their relentless attacks still managed to inflict damage on the giants.
"I never expected Fishmen, such magical creatures, to be so fearless!"
"This is clearly not the normal behavior of magical creatures; it must be influenced by some mysterious factor."
The group discussed and marveled.
Without needing to ask, it was undoubtedly the result of the radiation pollution from Chalkland.
"Look, there are people over there!"
Roy spotted the figures of some tower apprentices appearing in his field of vision.
They moved like hyenas on the edges of the battlefield, occasionally darting in to scavenge.
Whether it was the hearts and blood of the giants or the Fish Pearls of the Fishmen, all became their spoils of war.
"Those guys just made hundreds of Magic Stones in that one move!"
"The marrow blood of these giants can also be used to refine Bloodline Potions, and their hearts can be used to create Enchanted Items, definitely worth more than five hundred Magic Stones!"
Renien and the others were envious, wishing they could take their place.
But Roy was concerned with another question: "Where is the Fishman Lord we're looking for?"
He searched the battlefield below with his telescope for a long time but couldn't find any trace of it.
"We haven't seen it either," Renien and the others quickly replied.
"Maybe... we should just ask those people?" Tigro suggested.
Roy took the advice and quietly circled around to the other side, calling out to the scavengers as they were heading back.
At first, they didn't notice Roy and were startled, but realizing he wasn't there to rob them, they relaxed slightly.
"Sir, we haven't seen that monster either, but according to those who came earlier, it seems to have been injured and fled towards the river."
They didn't dare refuse to answer Roy's question and quickly responded.
"Let's go and try our luck!
But this time, we must be extremely careful not to repeat our mistakes."
Roy didn't fully trust their words.
But he was still somewhat haunted by the memory of being attacked by the monster, and this trip was aimed at hunting it down.
With a shout, he led the group forward.
...
Several hours later.
The group reached the riverbank but found no traces for the moment.
Roy turned to Celine: "It's your time to shine."
Celine nodded, untied the backpack behind her, and pulled out a lifelike avian automata.
This was the avian automata she had purchased with her last earnings. It resembled an eagle and, with a flap of its wings, soared into the sky.
Celine held her left eye, her spiritual energy surging as she quietly sensed through the mental connection with the flying automata.
Soon, her expression changed slightly: "I see it!
That monster... is resting by a bend in the river upstream!"
This was pure luck. Even with such a convenient reconnaissance method, it wasn't always this easy to find the target.
It was only because they happened to be nearby that they could spot it so quickly.
What surprised Roy even more was the good news Celine reported next: "That monster seems to be seriously injured, much worse than what those people said before!"
The group chased upstream and soon understood the situation.
Along the way, they found several charred apprentice corpses, including one advanced apprentice Roy recognized but couldn't name, who had recently been promoted and lacked deep experience.
However, the apprentice's blood-stained battle knife and the surrounding corpses of mutated elite warriors, including a warlock leader, indicated a fierce battle that had inflicted significant damage on the enemy.
"Fortune has turned! It's finally our turn to pick up the pieces!"
The group was both shocked and delighted, unceremoniously looting the area before continuing forward.
During this time, Roy noticed that the Fishman Lord's Lightning Beam had significantly weakened, as the corpses weren't as charred as before.
"We've finally found it!"
After traversing mountains and valleys, they suddenly discovered that the terrain here was eerily similar to where their team had suffered heavy losses before.
The hilly area, with its low, undulating hills, always looked so similar.
But this time, they were in the position of the ambushers, completely seizing the initiative!
Roy seized the opportunity, taking out the few remaining Alchemy Bombs he had and distributing them to the group.
"Aim... one, two, three... throw!"
Following that, various Elemental Potions and similar consumables, including the hallucinogenic Orchard Curse, were launched.
Taking advantage of the terrain, these items arced through the air, accurately landing among the magical creatures.
In an instant, explosions erupted, severely injuring several warlocks and elite warriors around the Fishman Lord.
"Charge!"
The group mounted their horses and charged downhill.
At the critical moment, Roy led the charge, drinking the pre-prepared Minor Lightning Resistance Potion. As the enemy's body lit up with lightning, his hair suddenly grew wildly, forming a massive metal cage.
After the lightning passed, his body was numb and stiff.
But miraculously, he didn't fall, nor did he feel much damage.
"Success! These methods combined really enhance lightning resistance!"
Roy retracted his hair, injected himself with Adrenaline, and then roared, exuding the aura of an advanced knight.
Under the charge, the bodies of several elite warriors along the way were torn apart like paper.
In the heat of battle, Roy reached the Fishman Lord and thrust his sword forward.
An extraordinary resistance emanated from the opponent's body. Despite being made of flesh and blood, his skin was as tough as old tree bark, and his scales seemed f
orged from adamantine.
This was a natural armor, possessing remarkable defensive capabilities.
However, Roy's assault was exceptionally swift and unstoppable, piercing through it effortlessly!
(End of Chapter)