Blood Legacy: New World Of Doom

Chapter 172: Crossing The River

Instead of the large river with its turbulent currents from which they could barely make out the other side, Ikaris and his friends were more concerned about the sheer number of Demonic Beasts and Magical Beasts clustered here in tight rows. All the unfound creatures that seemed to have vanished from the forest were gathered here.

They came in all sizes and types. Some were mutant beasts reminiscent of common animals of that biome like boars, deer, wolves, bears, snakes, elks, wild horses and all sorts of insects and birds. Others seemed to have come a long way to get here, their appearance being too exotic and novel to belong in this forest.

Of course, even these "common animals" were not common at all. They were powerful Demonic Beasts and it was near impossible to mistake them for their harmless versions.

For example, there were hordes of Demonic Shield Boars like the ones Ikaris had hunted on his first morning trip to the forest. By the looks of it, there were over 50,000 of them. Their average level was between Rank 3 and 4. One-hundredth of such an army of mutated boars high on steroids could raze Last Saint Village.

And that was only the number of Shield Boars. There were several dozen subspecies of wild boar represented here and this was not the species with the most members. Deer, birds, and lizard or snake-like reptiles were at least as numerous, not to mention some breeds of insects.

In the ever-present mud, mole holes were sprouting by the dozen every second and the head of a huge mutant ant or termite would pop up from them intermittently. Who knew how many of these insects were lurking beneath them. Much more infrequently, some kind of monstrous mole would show the tip of its snout.

The scariest part was that because of the low visibility and the high density of trees their vision was limited to the few hundred meters around them. They could only guess at their numbers.

It was Magnus, who had actually reported the actual number of creatures present and he himself did not dare to deploy his mental sense without restraint for fear of provoking a creature that they could not afford to offend.

"Holy shit..." Kailu felt weak in the legs.

Even though he was still in Anor, the capital of Hadrakin and the safest place in the kingdom, he would still have pissed himself if such a horde of beasts had flocked to their wall.

"I didn't even know there were that many Demonic Beasts on this island." Javier muttered in a low voice, his face somewhat sallow. "We may be the first humans on Cutthroat Island to witness such a gathering."

"Unless it happened in the past." Liam surmised thoughtfully. "How would we know? It's not as if we could normally make it here. And even if we could, I doubt anyone could make it back alive to report the existence of such an army."

"Haha, true." Luka smirked as he nervously clutched his battle axe. A veteran Werewolf like him could also be intimidated from time to time.

They could feel their extremities getting colder and a feeling of weakness seeping through their bones and muscles. If Danchun was there she would have said something along the lines of "This mist is stealing our Blood Qi and Life Force" or something similar.

The only good news was that they didn't run into any other Undeads. For some reason, Ikaris had a hunch that the Skeletons they would encounter here would be completely different from the ones they had faced on the other side.

"I should have written my will before I came..." Kailu grumbled under his breath with a blank and soulless look as if he was already doomed.

His comrades said nothing, but from their gloomy faces they secretly shared his opinion. Even the elf Ruvaen was beginning to feel that venturing to this side of the river might not be such a good idea.

Not even a minute later.

"Oh fuck." Kailu jerked upright, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. If before he was just pessimistic, now he had just succumbed to despair. "Guys, pinch me so I know if I'm dreaming or not."

Liam and the other Werewolves sniffed the air and straightened their snouts on high alert as well. Astonishment showed on their wolfish faces.

"This is... I can't believe my eyes." Noreen rubbed her eyes a few times, but the vision in front of her did not disappear. On the contrary, it became more and more distinct as the Augias they were riding came nearer.

In front of them, less than 50 meters away, a giant tree was missing, giving way to a natural clearing where the sun's rays could locally pierce the spectral fog. These were not enough to disperse it, but their light shone through undiminished to brighten up a field of flowers of various shades of red, pink, orange, white and vibrant yellow.

Black veins ran down their stems and some of their petals, and the plants themselves glowed with a ghostly greenish halo of light.

If they were mere magical herbs like those at the edge of the forest they wouldn't have been so shaken. The energy emitted by these plants, their flowers in particular, was so concentrated that they could feel their skin burning as they drew nearer. Subconsciously, the Augias herd and the other creatures chose to skirt around this clearing.

"Hellfire Dahlia." Magnus muttered grimly after Ikaris failed to scan it with his Appraisal Spell. "This treasured and very dangerous flower only grows on a very specific type of battlefield..."

"What kind of battlefield?" The youngster asked without understanding the reason for their disquiet.

"The kind where Glenrings have been slain."