At this moment, Sheyan had displayed his duty as a sub MT. That Deathmarsh Great Crocodile that he had repeatedly slashed would definitely pursue relentlessly. The other Deathmarsh Great Crocodile wasn't attacked, but was instead attracted by the blood-curdling screams and the stench of blood. Originally, it wanted to charge towards Reef and the rest, but was instead pierced by Sheyan's spear. Instantly enraged, it dived into the water and pursued relentlessly in an'S 'shape.
In this manner, Sheyan alone had attracted the attention of two Deathmarsh Great Crocodiles, while the pressure on Reef lessened! Instead, the pressure on Sheyan was immense. His only consolation was that he was sent flying by the tail of that Deathmarsh Great Crocodile, which was equivalent to having an additional starting distance.
Without a doubt, Sheyan was relying on his' Life-link 'ability. Even if he was bitten into a near-death state, he could at least persist for close to 20 minutes. Once he entered a state of near death, Reef and Mogensha would definitely come to his rescue.
Even though Sheyan was a contestant, it wasn't realistic for him to compete with a native Deathmarsh Great Crocodile in this marshland. Hence, he had originally planned for the worst – to delay for as long as possible, before finally entering a near-death state. If that didn't work out, he could only escape with his' Unmodified Amnio-tank '.
Yet after fleeing for several hundred metres, Sheyan suddenly realized that the distance between him and the Deathmarsh Great Crocodile was gradually pulling apart! Initially, the distance between the two had been pulled apart to a mere 10 metres, but gradually, the gap widened once more. Sheyan initially felt rather inconceivable, but upon careful observation, he instantly understood the reason behind it.
As it turns out, although his previous slashes didn't inflict heavy damage to the Deathmarsh Great Crocodile, he had still slashed several of its main arteries. Although this legendary creature was valiant with coarse skin and thick flesh, its healing speed couldn't possibly be comparable to a contestant who consumed medicines. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a tier-5 legendary creature, but a Brother Paul level one.
In this putrid Kijuju Marshland, massive amounts of insects, leeches and other blood sucking insects flooded the area. That Deathmarsh Great Crocodile that was pursuing Sheyan was bleeding profusely, and the pungent stench of blood instantly attracted hordes of similar insects to feast. Undoubtedly, it was extremely unbearable, as it released muffled and pained roars. Of course, these creatures wouldn't be able to kill it, but they would make it uncomfortable, which would affect its speed.
Although the fracture on his arm couldn't be healed in a short period of time, under the effects of medicine and his Physique, the bleeding was quickly stopped. His body was also smeared with a large amount of native medicine to repel these insects. Naturally, even if he was affected by these disgusting and numerous insects, it wouldn't be too serious.
The other Deathmarsh Great Crocodile was probably the 'relative' of the injured Deathmarsh Great Crocodile. When it heard its companion's painful roar, it actually stopped to take care of it. Using his tail to constantly slap its wounds, Sheyan had already fled far away. He didn't dare to turn back, and simply ran wildly.
Once Sheyan started fleeing, he couldn't stop because he knew crocodiles were creatures that held grudges. Only when the sky gradually brightened, did he notice a verdant and lush forest in the distance, did he realize he had fled to the edge of the Kijuju Marshland. Instantly, his heart was overjoyed, as he staggered towards that direction. Only when his feet landed on solid ground, did he heave a long sigh of relief. At this moment, even if the entire pack of crocodiles were to chase after him, he wouldn't be afraid. Even if he couldn't defeat them, he would still have the opportunity to flee.
After the sense of crisis passed, Sheyan felt an incomparably unbearable itch and pain all over his body. At present, he had been crawling and rolling around in the marshland for 1-2 hours, and had long turned into a mud monkey. In reality, in this incomparably treacherous marshland, if not for his perceptive sensing that there was a bottomless quagmire, Sheyan wouldn't have been able to escape to this place.
This time, the world they entered was clearly a biohazard crisis. Therefore, Sheyan and the rest knew they would definitely encounter massive amounts of diseases and plagues. Before entering, they had stored plenty of clean water in their party storage. Thus, they directly brought out several buckets of water to wash themselves clean.
While rinsing his body, Sheyan realized that even though he was using the secret medicine of the natives, his body had at least 7-8 fat leeches stuck onto it. They swelled up like 7-8 bags filled with red ink hanging on his body. Apart from that, there were also a dozen black water lice the size of a fingernail deeply embedded into his flesh like buttons. No wonder his entire body was itching and aching unbearably.
Those leeches couldn't be forcefully pulled out, or else those blood-sucking creatures would desperately drill in. Moreover, they would crazily secrete venom. More crucially, if one were to forcefully tear them apart, their mandibles would break into his flesh. That would be an exceedingly thorny matter. One had to use a knife to scrape them out.
Fortunately, Sheyan had previously seen a series of treatments. To deal with those gigantic leeches, one had to sprinkle salt on their body, causing the moisture within to rapidly seep out. Naturally, those leeches would be incomparably terrified and attempt to escape, thus escaping from the host's body without any danger.
As for those black water lice, they had thick carapaces protecting them. Salt wouldn't work, but instead, they had to be smoked with cigarette butts. Moreover, they had to slowly increase the temperature. Ultimately, those greedy creatures couldn't withstand the continuous torment, and would escape from the host's body after reaching their limits.
Of course, Sheyan wouldn't let them off, stomping them to death. Instead, he could see fresh blood footprints left behind by his stomps. It was exceedingly distinct, and one could tell the blood-sucking nature of those creatures. According to the research of scientists, there would often be instances where these blood-sucking water lice would encounter a host in a state of extreme hunger, and ultimately die from swelling ….
At present, Sheyan was still feeling extremely weak. Glancing at his status, he couldn't help but sigh. As it turns out, he had been infected with 4 different diseases.
Malaria,
Low fever,
Septicemia,
Anthrax,
Malaria was an irregular occurrence of chills and high fever during combat, causing the victim to enter a 2 second stun state ….
Low fever was an increase in body temperature during combat, causing the probability of hitting the enemy to drop by 20%.
Septicemia was an attack during combat, causing a 33% chance of losing all defence ….
Anthrax would cause the wounds to fester and flow pus, reducing strength and agility by 15 points.
Although these 4 diseases were all elementary, after accumulating the negative effects, it would greatly weaken his personal attributes and battle capabilities. Sheyan had to maintain a 3 hour battle state before the disease effects would vanish.
The sun gradually rose, Sheyan was unable to contact Reef and the rest, and only knew that they weren't dead. Thus, he retreated back into the forest, and chose a tall tree to climb up and rest. After waking up, all the diseases had vanished, and he instantly felt relaxed and comfortable. It was already close to noon, Sheyan didn't dare to rashly enter the swamp again, and could only search for clues along the edge of the swamp.
After walking for close to an hour, Sheyan was dizzy from the stench of the swamp. Suddenly, he saw a flock of crow-like creatures congregating at the edge of the swamp. When they saw him approaching, they dispersed in a hubbub.
Before Sheyan even neared, he could already smell an indescribable stench. Carefully inspecting, he was shockingly looking at half a rotten corpse.
Dozens of fat black flies buzzed as they tried to land on the decaying brown eyeballs of the dead body, but they were all shooed away by Sheyan. Sheyan stared at the corpse silently. The stench of the rotting corpse did not seem to affect him at all. Finally, he confirmed that this corpse didn't belong to his subordinate. His cause of death was probably 2 or 3 spears piercing through his vitals.
He even strenuously flipped the filthy and tattered object in front of him. This action caused hundreds of white and fat maggots and a large number of green bean sized black beetles to rush out in a panic. At the same time, many rotten reddish-brown tissues and ghastly white broken bones fell down.
From this action, Sheyan deduced that this unlucky brat's hands and legs had been chopped off before his death, or perhaps within half an hour after his death. This reminded Sheyan of the hunting behaviour of humans. When returning with a bountiful harvest, they would discard their fleshy torso and bring back their muscular and delicious limbs.
Therefore, there should be a Ndipaya village nearby. At the very least, their hunting range should cover this area. Sheyan instantly raised his vigilance as he continued trekking along the swamp bank. All of a sudden, he heard a flustered and exasperated scream!
That miserable shriek …... Sheyan distinctly recognized it. It was shockingly that important guide, Mbenga! His heart stirred as he immediately rushed towards the source of the scream. Yet after sprinting for 200 metres, he discovered a Ndipaya barbarian wielding a spear pressing against the paralysed Mbenga.
This Ndipaya barbarian was different from the others Sheyan had seen before. Even in the sweltering heat of the day, this Ndipaya barbarian still wore a humongous wooden mask on his head. That wooden mask was at least a square metre in size, and completely concealed his head. Coarse oil paint and human blood were used to paint massive amounts of bright green and crimson patterns. Even under the dazzling sun, it appeared even more sinister and bizarre.
Apart from the mask, this Ndipaya barbarian only had a grass skirt covering his private parts. His skin wasn't as tanned as Brother Black's, but was instead tinged with a layer of grey. The spear in his hand had a speck of black on its tip, and one could sense a sense of danger from it. (To be continued.) If you like this work, I welcome you to donate your recommendation votes or monthly votes to * * (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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