Chapter 210 Flying Dragon Valley (1/2)

After spending a good portion of the day, Yang Ling had finally arrived at the lake located high in the mountains.

Surrounded by a cluster of mountains, the lake water was almost unbelievably clear, reflecting the snow-capped peaks as groups of fish swam by from time to time. Even though it was not frozen solid, there were still a good amount of solid ice at the shore.

Even a sage level fighter had to take a detour to avoid the powerful Magical Beasts that were over a hundred Twin-legged Flying Dragons. In order to erase his tracks, Yang Ling carefully crept forward after recalling the Tarantula King, then hid by a tree beside the lake to observe his surroundings.

According to the memories of the Twin-legged Flying Dragon, their nest was close by. But after observing the surroundings for some time, Yang Ling did not see any trace of wild Flying Dragons. All he saw were the fish in the lake, and a handful of snow goats drinking on the far shore.

From far away, the snow goats living at this altitude were rather similar to the antelopes in his memory. They had slender limbs, and their hooves were small and sharp. Their rears were covered in white fur, and the two horns on their heads were curved, thin and long. Some were lowering their heads to drink, while others swept the snow away as they chewed the grass underneath. Others were chasing and playing, running and bucking.

They do look fair and tender, I wonder how they taste?

Having eaten only dried rations in the forest all this while, Yang Ling could not help but remember the taste of a whole roasted lamb when he looked at the delicate snow goats. If not for his worry of alerting the Twin-legged Flying Dragons, he might have tried catching one for food.

Yang Ling realized that there was much more wild game than he had imagined. Creatures swimming in the water, crawling on the land, flying in the sky… There was an abundance here! He did not have to worry about any conservationist creating trouble for him no matter how many of the wild beasts he ate.

After patiently waiting for about two hours, watching as groups of snow goats by the lakeside came and went, Yang Ling still could not find traces of the Twin-legged Flying Dragons.

Could it be that the other Flying Dragons were hibernating, or have gone out in search of food?

Yang Ling shook his head in doubt, prepared to make his way around the lake to take a look and understand the general situation of this area. But just as he was about to get moving, waves of strange sounds came from far away.

The weird sounds got increasingly closer, as if a group of wild beasts were approaching him at high speeds. Yang Ling felt that the cries sounded familiar.

He had just summoned the Horned Bee Beasts to protect him when a huge flock of Vampire Bats appeared from behind a nearby hill. They boiled over the horizon in a horde, at least three thousand of them. They called their strange cries as they swarmed toward the snow goats by the lake shore.

Caught off guard, the goats began to panic. Some ran one way with all their might, hoping to make it into the cover of the lush forest. Some sprinted along the shore, attempting to shake off the Vampire Bats behind them. There were even some who stepped into the ice around the lake in their anxiety, unable to free themselves in no time.

The snow goats were fast, but the Vampire Bats were faster.

Letting out the strange cries, the hordes of Vampire Bats split into teams, pursuing the escaping snow goats, their sharp tail stingers piercing deep into the goats as they began to suck out their prey's blood.

In terrible pain and terrified, the snow goats struggled for their lives, thrashing and kicking, some even rolling on the ground in a frenzy. But the Vampire Bats latched on tightly, and they were unable to free themselves no matter what they did. Slowly, their struggling slowed, and their bodies shriveled from loss of blood and fluids.

Could there also be a large group of Vampire Bats living near the lake?

Yang Ling observed the Vampire Bats nearby, looking to see if the bats were any different from those that he had tamed at the shores of the Black Water Lake. He had not had the time to observe them closely when another group of Vampire Bats flew in from the horizon, joining the hunt.

Just like this, over a hundred snow goats turned into dry chunks of firewood in no time.

After eating their fill, the Vampire Bats gathered together. It was as though they were depending on each other for warmth, or that they were digesting the blood of the lambs they had consumed. Only a few of the bats were flying around aimlessly.

Yang Ling needed more Vampire Bats if he was going to build an army of self destructing bats. Yang Ling's plan was to find a day to return to the Black Water Lake and search for the nest of the Vampire Bats, but here he had stumbled upon a perfect opportunity. He would not miss the opportunity presented to him.

Just as he was about to take action, a faint sound started nearby. At the same time, a piercing killing intent spread throughout the area.

In his shock, Yang Ling looked back with caution, his scalp turning numb in that instant.

What he saw was a dozen ferocious Twin-legged Flying Dragons about a hundred steps from him. It seemed that they appeared out of nowhere. They inched forward carefully, their two legs stomping heavily on the snowy ground, quickly and silently closing the distance.

Could it be that his tracks had already been exposed?