Published: March 2, 2025
The points marked on the map are not small, but just by looking at the scale of the mutated crow swarm, one can tell that this "not small" place cannot accommodate several powers!
Just like big fish eat small fish and small fish eat shrimp, during the chaotic months, the smaller factions have already perished, leaving behind groups as powerful as the crow swarm.
Therefore, according to the death-crier, there are only four forces in this area—three large mutated beast species and one human settlement!
There are occasional minor frictions between the factions, but overall, they coexist peacefully, which has led to a food shortage. The death-crier even told Wen Yu that its group hasn't been full for a long time, but the territory has already been defined, and crossing boundaries would lead to disputes. A small mistake could spark a war...
In summary, more than half of the information provided by the death-crier was just venting to Wen Yu—complaining about its filthy and chaotic mountain, about its kin not understanding its hardships, and lamenting the difficulties of survival. It rambled on and on, and one has to say that crows are really talkative!
Wen Yu, peeling back the layers, managed to sort things out—the group led by the wilderness butcher in the northern part is the most powerful among the three major mutated beast factions.
"Wilderness butcher? Such a domineering name?"
"Isn't it just a wolf? Don't all those who are out there have some imposing nickname?"
After saying this, it shot Wen Yu a contemptuous glance.
"We don't have that saying in our place..."
To the east is Phoenix Mountain, where the death-crier resides—it is actually just a small hill with a little patch of woods.
To the west lies the territory of the primal overlord—a great wild bull that belongs to the divine beast species. As for these "imposing" nicknames, Wen Yu has long since become too lazy to comment.
To the south is the only human settlement in this region, said to have a population of about 100,000, making it the largest gathering place nearby. There are quite a few experts inside, but they cannot compete with the existence of divine beast species.
The reason these humans can still survive on this land mainly relies on the towering city walls and various defensive mechanical devices.
Overall, this stronghold's power is the weakest, but the remaining three mutated beast groups have no intention or desire to eliminate this human stronghold—killing a thousand while injuring themselves by eight hundred is something no creature would choose to do unless absolutely necessary.
Having understood the general information, Wen Yu saw the death-crier lying flat in place, endlessly chattering about various useless things, and he directly amplified his soul power output.
After a while, the noise beside him finally subsided.
The death-crier nearby had completely fallen into a deep sleep.
"Meow."
Seeing that his big boss had finished gathering the information, Victor walked over elegantly, while behind him, the one-eyed and Star also stopped their pretentious antics and followed closely.
With two divine beast species and a one-eyed creature that is not inferior to them, Wen Yu was genuinely worried that the three little ones getting too close would trigger an uncontrollable fear instinct in the death-crier—this wouldn't be beneficial for gathering information.
After all, compared to his three-headed spirit pet, the death-crier's strength was really too weak...
"Sizzle."
Victor extended his bright red tongue and gently licked the little crow on the ground, who was completely relaxed in its sleep and showed no signs of alertness, merely cooing "caw caw" as if in a dream.
"Don't mess around, it tickles..."
After saying this, it flapped its wings twice, turned over, and fell back asleep.
"Is it tasty?"
The one-eyed creature glared with an expression of insatiable greed as it looked at the little crow.
Victor ignored the one-eyed but Star extended its tongue and licked the little crow's forehead: "Doesn't look very tasty, a bit sour..."