Chapter 614 (2/2)

After slaying those eight Ndipaya barbarians, Mbenga became noticeably elated and started willingly conversing with the trio.

After a chat, they realized he actually harbored a deep hatred for the Ndipaya tribe. Yet upon asking why, his head spasm aggressively, the scar on his forehead swelled redly and ached terribly. Thus, they reckoned that back when he followed his old Chieftain in, he probably received a severe trauma and experienced selective memory loss to such matters.

At present, Sheyan could roughly figure out Mbenga’s condition. This guy probably belonged in the same category as goblins, being cow milkers that wouldn’t be influenced by charm or others. The only thing that affected his att.i.tude, was to carry out slaughters of these Ndipaya barbarians. The more Ndipaya tribesmen slaughtered, the greater his favourable impression towards them was and subsequently the effort he would put.

After leaving this village, Mbenga then pointed a specific direction to the trio. Yet after rowing for 200 metres, his earlier bloodrush caused him to experience a searing headache. Hugging his head in bitterness, his forehead scar swelled with redness once again. This time, it even dripped out blood, causing the onlookers to feel rather worried.

After drinking down gulps of rum from Sheyan, Mbenga finally regained some vigor as he panted heavily. Then, he instructed the canoes to detour towards the west.

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At present, the night was far spent. Though the place still enshrouded with dim mist, the most active croaking of toads in this marshland gradually extinguished.

The surroundings became additionally tranquil, and only the swoos.h.i.+ng sounds of rowing water by the carelessly crafted wooden paddlers could be heard.

After that victory, the natives under Sheyan were thriving with morale. They would occasionally brandish their pikes and weapons to celebrate.

All of a sudden, lines of embers surfaced from afar. Though weak, those embers continued burning within Sheyan’s retina, causing him to quiver. Sheyan immediately raised his hand, as everyone ceased paddling.

In the silence, Mogensha began scouting out the situation ahead with his ‘SN-9 Wasp’s' scope. Very quickly, he reported.

Those embers were lit torches that were inserted into railings. Nevertheless, he didn’t see a single night patrol. However, if the Ndipaya tribesmen had the habit of night hunting, then those torches were probably akin to the lighthouses of today – a convenient guide for their venturing tribesmen to return home.

Since that was so, Sheyan contemplated as he scanned the surrounding terrain. Afterwards, he ordered to detour towards the lateral sides of this Ndipaya village. Though this would be a long process, they could maximize the chance of avoiding discovery by the illumination of those torches.

At their current state, the trio had already attained a common understanding – These outer Ndipaya barbarians were still manageable.

However, because of the high chances of contracting diseases while engaging in close combat, it was best to a.s.sa.s.sinate a few while not being infected by diseases yet. With their optimal state now, they would try their utmost to lessen Mogensha’s burden later on! Minimally, they at least had to hit away those wielded s.h.i.+elds.

This Ndipaya village was constructed in the middle of a dry plot of land, that was slightly elevated from the waters of the marsh. This land was narrowly shaped and stretched far into the distance, and thus if the trio wished to detour towards the back of this village, it would be a long and far journey.

Nevertheless, Sheyan reckoned that this would be worth it. Even if he could enhance the success of this sudden raid by 1 percent, he would still do it.

However, after cruising down this sandbank for nearly 1 kilometre, Sheyan suddenly noticed a churning amidst the dark waters to the right of his canoe.

At first, he thought he was seeing things. Yet suddenly, a wave of unexplainable bone piercing danger came sweeping towards him from the right.

Waters splashed out from the right, as the nauseating muddy stench pierced in!

With calamity at his doorstep, Sheyan only managed to force himself to turn slightly.

Instantaneously, a pulse of unstoppable force struck his right arm, as he immediately lost control of his feeling and mobility. With a height of nearly 1.8 metres and a weight of 80 kilograms, Sheyan was like a tiny pebble being struck away!

This attack was excessively abrupt and rapid, as Sheyan soared through the mist for 7-8 metres, and landed on a gigantic Blackclay mushroom that only grew in this Kijuju marshland.

These fungi that grew on decaying matter and rot were immensely famous here. When Sheyan landed on the mushroom cap of this gigantic black fungus, he immediately flattened it into a smashed up pulp. His body was bundled in the mushy paste of mushroom and mucus. After a brief while, he finally regained his breath as he coughed violently.

Yet after utterly flattening the mushroom cap and receiving its cus.h.i.+oning, Sheyan rolled off as he struggled while rolling involuntarily for 6 metres within this swamp. One could notice unripened spores pattering down from the remnants of the mushroom cap of this Blackclay mushroom. In a flash, the ground beneath was covered with a thick layer of spores.

When Sheyan finally recovered his senses, his first reaction was to check his right arm, because though it had been initially numbed, it was now transmitting a searing pain!

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