Chapter 5 This was too pitiful…. (1/2)

Chapter 5This was too pitiful….

Translator: Tchu, Scar

To the north of Primal Wildfire Town, the terrain became gradually flat and a dense forest covered most of this area. There were no mountains in the vicinity, but one would occasionally encounter some mounds. Those mounds could be called small hills at best and could stretch up to seven or eight miles. They acted like road blocks in Primal Wildfire created by God.

Shaar Thunder tramped over mountains and through ravines. The skills that he learned in the woods since childhood played a major role today. He ran through the jungle even faster than on the flat road. He bent down his body and shuttled in the woods like an agile lynx, so deft that he could easily dodge the branches that got in the way from both sides. He stepped on the ground full of fallen leaves, only creating a very slight rustling sound.

Truth to be told, Shaar Thunder knew he had to control his moving speed since he had to save energy. He knew very well that he did not carry much food. Even if he tried to conserve it well, the large rye dough was only enough for two days at most.

In the evening, he found a nest of a long beak beast in the forest by luck.

This long beak beast was one of the few normal beasts living in Primal Wildfire. It was about the same size of a dog and it liked digging in the soil. As a result of its behavior, it acquired slick fur and short limbs and moved very slow. Despite that, it should not be underestimated since it had a flat razor sharp long beak. To acquire food, it would stick its beak into the soil and eat the eggs from the worms’ colony.

The encounter with Shaar Thunder was very unfortunate for this long beak beast. Shaar Thunder made a string knots with his trained hunter skill, captured the beast from its nest and made dinner out of it.

The meat of the long beak beast was not very tasty and it smelled strongly of soil. Nevertheless, for a penniless guy like Shaar, it was a great feast already to taste some meat in this freezing cold weather.

He did play with the idea to hunt some other beasts, for example a deer. Such a beast would without a doubt taste more delicious, however, he was aware that he had to save energy at the moment and it was best to play safe.

During the afternoon of the second day, he struck gold.

While walking in the forest, Shaar Thunder encountered a stupid deer. That dumb animal got its antler entangled in a thorny undergrowth and had been struggling for a while.

With a loud cheer, Shaar Thunder rushed towards it, but showed no intention to kill it. He took out a rope, tied two knots and carefully bound them to the antlers and the deer’s neck. Afterwards, he slowly pulled the antlers out of the undergrowth.

The second that the deer got freed, it immediately panicked and tried to escape. Shaar Thunder spotted an opportunity when the deer turned around and jumped on its back. His hands pulled the rope and started riding the beast.

From his experience, it was obviously not the first time he did such a thing. The deer struggled back and forth, but Shaar controlled the deer was very skillful and at the end it finally obeyed his commands. To control the direction while running, Shaar Thunder carefully maneuvered the “reins” with his hand while hugging its neck for balance.

This deer carried Shaar Thunder the whole morning. At noon, Shaar Thunder finally decided to give this poor exhausted beast a break. When the deer was recovering its stamina, Shaar Thunder used his charred pitch fork and stabbed a small hole on its body to take some blood. After collecting the needed amount, he used some herbal paste made from forest plants and put it on the wound. After that, he released this tired fellow.

After having a few sips on the deer blood, a feeling of heated air started flowing inside his stomach. This heat quickly rushed through his body, keeping him warm even when the wind was whizzing around.

Deep inside the forest, Shaar Thunder stopped and tried to confirm the direction he was moving. He was quite sure that he was around two hundred miles away from the northeast part of Primal Wildfire Town. Maybe northwest would be more accurate, since he had to move a bit west during his journey.

He could not move further north anymore, considering it would be too close to the dwarves’ territory. Shaar Thunder certainly did not want to die yet.

At the same time, it was also a bad idea to head east. The wilderness to the east belonged to the Goblins and those creatures were even tougher to deal with than dwarves.

According to the message given by the old profiteer, the Ferocious Lion should be residing around this jungle. Perhaps it would be wiser to go a bit further to the west.

It was time to do some preparation!

Shaar Thunder walked towards a small swamp, bent his flexible body like a cat and found a few black mud frogs with fluid sac on the back currently croaking in the water.

These little creatures behaved like lazy morons. All they did was squat beside the swamp and croak all day long while not even bothering to move their asses. They would not even stretch their legs if you tried to catch them.

Shaar Thunder found a sharp branch and started to drain some fluid from the sacs of these mud frogs. The fluid was not toxic but enough to create a sense of paralysis.

Essentially speaking, a lot of hunters who were familiar with the jungle knew this practice and used it as painkiller for injuries.

To finish his preparation, Shaar Thunder went to find a tall pine and picked up several dozens of dried sharp hard pine needles. He found a really thin branch, took out the vessels in it without destroying the bark. He tendered it with soft and caring hands of skillful dexterity.

Thanks to the axe skills taught by his late old man, Shaar Thunder trained with a 10 kg axe to carve a flower out of a tofu. Now after a decade of practice, Shaar Thunder acquired a pair of extremely skilled hands.

He wrapped up the bark like a blowpipe and put pine the needles dipped with toxic fluid from the mud frog inside. A natural but effective blowgun had been made.

After finishing his task, Shaar Thunder coated some toxic fluid on his charred pitch fork and his firewood axe. Finally done with his preparation, he rolled up his trouser legs, fixed it ropes and started searching the jungle for his prey.

In less an hour after he had left the swamp, some rustling sound came from undergrowth in front of him. It immediately alerted Shaar Thunder.