Chapter 290
On the right third of the scroll, three foreign tribesmen walked at the forefront, seated in a small boat, grappling for control of the helm. Yet, it seemed they were wary of each other's strength, hesitant to make a move.
In the center of the scroll, four other tribesmen had been thrown overboard. They chased after the small boat traversing the desert, engaged in a fierce struggle—your sword piercing my back, his curved blade slashing at his long tail.
On the far left of the scroll lay the last four tribesmen, sprawled on the ground, wounded, with various colors of blood staining the earth. It was unclear whether they were alive or dead, or who had dealt the fatal blow.
The faces of these tribesmen were obscured, revealing only their distinctive features.
Tu Lan frowned, "Could it be that you have to kill these tribesmen, or perhaps capture them alive and imprison them within the painting?"
It's hard to say, really hard to say.
She couldn't even be sure what this fool's game entailed. The most terrifying thought was that if all the tribesmen were playing a game called "Little Painter," she might also be trapped in the paintings received by other tribesmen, alive or dead.
And she was likely in even greater danger, for she was exceptionally unique—not only the only human, but also possessing the wings of an oak owl... If she appeared in anyone's painting, she would be irreplaceable.
The countdown had reached [00:02:10].
A beeping sound echoed in the room. With the ability to enter the main battlefield two minutes early, she began her final ten-second countdown.
She quickly rolled up the painting and paper, tossing them into the magician's wisdom tooth, allowing Tu Lan to return to her pet space.
5—4—3—2—1!
Yu Xunge plummeted once more.
When she landed, she found herself in the desert, and at her two o'clock, a giant had also descended.
Clearly, if she could enter early, so could they!
Without hesitation, Yu Xunge turned and flew away, glancing back to check the information on her pursuer. She wasn't sure if the gods had removed language barriers to make the game more interesting, but what she saw wasn't the tribal language; it was Chinese.
In the world battlefield, the information detected by her pocket watch in energy-saving mode had also changed—[Iron Furnace · Hammer of the Wasteland Tribe, Level 5 Player, 100%┃100%].
But after consuming some mana, she noticed that the Hammer had two unlocked divine talent skills.
Unfortunately, before she could examine the unlocked divine talent skills, the Hammer was already swinging its chain hammer, closing in on her.
At that moment, Yu Xunge was immensely grateful that she had swapped agility with the Scorpion Stele; otherwise, she feared she would have been caught long ago. She didn't dare release Tu Lan, unsure of what a Level 5 situation entailed. She worried that if Tu Lan emerged, she might be hammered into the shape of a dragon egg.
After creating some distance, she turned back and spoke to the Hammer in the language of the Wasteland Tribe, "Friend! I mean no harm! Let's talk it out!"
The Hammer replied slowly, "Sure, if you give me the items you brought as a greeting gift, I'll consider you my best friend."
Yu Xunge: ?
Are the tribesmen outside this shameless?
**Chapter 375: Divine Game: Little Painter 3**
Yu Xunge flew even faster. Although the items were soul-bound, who knew if they could be snatched away here!
She wanted to turn back and test her strength against the Hammer, but she found more and more tribesmen rushing toward her, all of them intent on killing her.
The desert stretched endlessly, and now there were seven tribesmen pursuing Yu Xunge. Compared to the vast player base, this number was relatively small, considering many more tribesmen had yet to log in.
As she fled for her life, several symbols appeared in the sky, set against the white backdrop of the sky. Black shadows coalesced into symbols. Although Yu Xunge didn't recognize the runes, she somehow grasped their meaning—it was the final countdown to the game's start.
In a brief moment, she had already used over ten of her skills to escape!
Her combat power was insignificant compared to these tribesmen, but her agility was exceptionally high, and her skills could receive massive boosts from her abilities. That was her current confidence.
She had an A-level skill, **Angry Bird**, that could hurl her far away, creating a massive shockwave at her destination. When facing strong enemies, this skill was efficient for escape; against weaker foes, it was valiant in close combat.
She also had an A-level skill, **Temporary Respec**, allowing her to redistribute her four main attributes within three minutes.
Another A-level skill, **Drunken Dream**, could put nearby targets into a state of confusion.
And due to using **Raise the Cup**, she had temporarily downgraded her **Dandelion in the Wind** to S-level.
All these were treasure skills brought from the tower, and she even ended up using the S-level skill, **Hide and Seek**!
In total, she had acquired six skills of A-level or higher from the tower, aside from the SS-level **Dandelion in the Wind**, S-level **12-Month Interest-Free**, **Kitchen Shenanigans**, **Personal Settings**, and **Silent Hill**; the last one was **Hide and Seek**.
**Hide and Seek** (S-level): Upon use, fog will rapidly disperse around you, enveloping a circular area with a radius of ten thousand meters in mist. Within the fog, all beings will lose their sense of direction and all five senses, with only the skill user remaining unaffected. Casting time is one second, requiring 1000 mana points, lasting only five minutes, with a cooldown of one hour.
The skill's version of **Hide and Seek** had a longer duration and a larger range, making it impossible for even the most powerful tribesmen to find her for a time.
As time ticked away, she dared not leave the skill's range. Killing tribesmen here would likely yield substantial rewards; otherwise, they wouldn't be rushing toward her with such fervor.
At this moment, those tribesmen probably hadn't left. The stronger ones might look down on her as a Level 2 tribesman, but the weaker ones would definitely still be around, waiting for an opportunity.
She considered using **Furious Moon** to return to a few minutes ago, or even earlier, but she worried about potential penalties for stepping into the main battlefield before the game began. More importantly, she feared that the earlier she returned, the more likely she would encounter those tribesmen who had entered the battlefield even earlier...
After much contemplation, it seemed she had no choice but to unleash her trump card!
Soon, the duration of **Hide and Seek** ended, the mist dissipated, and all the tribesmen who had been standing still turned their attention to Yu Xunge, who had a pair of eye-catching wings. Their faces were filled with lingering anger and confusion.
Taking a deep breath, Yu Xunge shouted in the only language she knew, the Moon Fox language, "Mist Blade Moon Emperor!"
As she flew away at high speed, she continued to shout, "Mist Blade! Mist Blade Moon Emperor!... I'm Little Hufflepuff!"
The latter part of her self-introduction was still in the Oak Owl language. She couldn't speak the Moon Fox language, and the Mist Blade wouldn't understand Chinese, but having spent so long among the twelve tribesmen, perhaps the Mist Blade understood a bit of Oak Owl language?
Attracted by the mist in the area, the Mist Blade, who had paused for the glowing musical notes above the tribesman's head, thought, "..."
What is this sudden feeling of motherhood? So embarrassing, I really don't want to go save her...
So the apprentice of Hufflepuff was indeed a tribesman from the world of wine? But why did this tribesman have orange-red wings? Did they climb the tower? Was she the one Maple Sugar was looking for? Wait! Could it be... the Moon Sand that disappeared in the untimely fate? Did she manage to get a part of it?
After all, when Hufflepuff took out the Moon Sand, Yu Xunge's expression was completely unfazed, clearly not the first time she had seen it.
In fact, it was possible that the Moon Sand in Hufflepuff's possession was given to her by Yu Xunge.
Oh, Moon Goddess! The Mist Blade Moon Emperor looked at Yu Xunge with a completely different gaze...
—"Mist Blade!"
Yu Xunge waved her hand in delight, noticing the nine black tails had perked up! She had truly encountered the Mist Blade!
At the moment she waved, the Mist Blade also moved!
At the level of the Mist Blade, even without wings, she couldn't lack flying skills. She had played thousands of games in the world battlefield, accumulating experience far beyond what Yu Xunge could compare.
In fact, she was also surprised why Yu Xunge could use so many skills right after entering.
The Mist Blade Moon Emperor landed beside Yu Xunge, who immediately shielded her with her body. The tribesmen who had been attacking Yu Xunge also halted their assault, their eyes filled with wariness as they turned and fled without hesitation.
Once the surroundings fell silent, the Mist Blade cast a glance at Yu Xunge, "Translation?"
Yu Xunge, relieved to have escaped death, felt grateful facing the Mist Blade Moon Emperor, but the problem arose... she didn't understand the Moon Fox language! Having grown accustomed to using a translator outside, she hadn't considered this when they made their agreement. She realized her oversight when she called out the Mist Blade Moon Emperor's name in Moon Fox language!
Yu Xunge didn't want the Mist Blade Moon Emperor to misunderstand, so she hurriedly switched between several languages to convey one message: "I don't understand Moon Fox language."
The Mist Blade's expression went blank for a few seconds: "You have 555 languages, but no Moon Fox language?"
Good news, she found a translator.
Bad news, the translator could only translate the language she didn't understand into another language she also didn't understand.
The two of them exchanged a few words that clearly went over each other's heads, as their expressions indicated they weren't comprehending one another at all.
The Mist Blade flicked her tail in exasperation, feeling that the collaboration was futile.
Surely, they couldn't just chat in the battlefield's chat channel, could they?
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