Hunting the Giant Scorpion
The vast desert dunes stretch endlessly, dotted with strangely shaped rocks, and patches of drought-resistant plants are irregularly distributed, creating a mottled and varied landscape that inspires a sense of openness and vastness. 👌👽 🐊☞
No wonder frontier paintings are all grand and magnificent, full of heroic spirit. Faced with such a scene, anyone would open their heart to praise nature!
After flying for some time, we arrived at the heart of the desert, where we saw very few living things. Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow, greatly affecting our visibility.
However, when visibility is good, you can still see many small black dots moving around, which are probably treasure hunters who are going deeper into the area.
"Look down!" Riven suddenly said.
I followed her gaze but saw nothing. "What's wrong? I can't see anything!"
"Do you see a small bright spot on top of that black dot?"
Riven pointed, but I still couldn't see it, so I simply landed. When I was halfway down, I finally saw it clearly: there was indeed a light spot on the black dot. It was the Primal Scorpion!
We're really lucky! We found it again, but this time there's only one, so there won't be a battle like before. It's hard to say whether we can subdue it.
We landed in a relatively far spot, then folded up the motorcycle and put it into the leather pocket on our waist.
This unassuming pocket now contains not only Hextech Motorcycle but also a large amount of Primal Crystal, making it incredibly wealthy!
This Primal Scorpion is a size larger than the two we saw before, and its markings are deeper. Perhaps the crystals on its body are even purer!
As we cautiously approached, we suddenly sensed someone getting closer from behind. When we turned around, we saw two people pointing crossbows at us.
"You're the ones flying in the sky just now, right? We don't know what methods you used, but we've been tracking this prey for half a month. If you try to ambush us along the way, don't blame us for being impolite."
"Don't be impulsive. Are you talking about that giant scorpion over there?"
"You're asking a question you already know the answer to."
"What's the use of that big scorpion? We don't want to mess with it, we're just curious because we've never seen one before," I asked casually.
"You didn't come here to find the Primal Crystal?"
"We are explorers; our greatest joy is traveling everywhere, seeing new things, and expanding our maps."
"Then get away from here, and hurry up!"
The treasure hunters pointed crossbow bolts at us, signaling us to leave. The gleaming bolts glowed green, suggesting they were coated with poison.
I pretended not to know the Primal Scorpion and ran away with Riven. It wasn't that I was afraid of them; I just wanted to see what methods they would use.
"Why did we give them the crystal? I could have easily taken them down!" Riven was furious.
"Why bother with such vicious people? Let's see how they deal with the scorpion. Win or lose, the crystal won't escape."
"I'm just so angry! They're being so unreasonable!"
"Maybe we're the ones who broke the rules? They tracked them for half a month, and now someone else beat them to it. Anyone would be upset."
After my persuasion, Riven calmed down a bit. Actually, the main reason I let them off the hook was based on their behavior.
If they had tried to kill us to silence us, I certainly wouldn't have shown any mercy. But they only forced us back; there was no need for them to kill indiscriminately.
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Once we were some distance away, we took to the air again to observe the hunting from a distance where we could see them but wouldn't disturb them.
These two treasure hunters were very experienced. They first set up many traps around the area before slowly approaching and probing with crossbow bolts.
Enraged by the attack, the Primal Scorpion charged directly at the two, its incredibly hard shell completely ignoring the treasure hunter's crossbow bolts.
Those who could enter the heart of the desert were naturally no ordinary people. The two moved nimbly, constantly luring scorpions into the traps, and immediately used gunpowder and compressed cold air to create a contrast of ice and fire.
Riven and I have already tried this method and know it won't work, but that's not the treasure hunters' goal. After using the hot and cold traps, their next step is the colloid.
Once the colloidal trap is triggered, it sprays out a large amount of liquid, which then solidifies on the scorpion's body, enveloping it in a sphere. Its two large pincers and the remaining six legs are stuck together, rendering it unable to move.
It's estimated that the water and fire washing just now only made it easier for the scorpion's body surface to be adhered to by the colloid, which shows that these two people understand the habits of Primal Scorpion very well.
But even if you can trap the scorpion for a while, how do you remove the crystal from its body?
At that moment, I saw the two men each pull out a pistol, which was very bright and shiny.
They shot the scorpion in the head several times, and it stopped struggling, as if it had been given an anesthetic.
Then the two of them started peeling off the adhesive little by little with a knife, and it took a lot of effort to peel it off.
"Why didn't they use a pistol in the first place? Why go through all that trouble to stick it on and then peel it off?" Riven wondered.
"Perhaps these attacks are coordinated in some way, like the ice and fire traps at the beginning." Actually, I don't understand what's going on either; I'm just guessing.
What the two did next surprised us even more: they put the peeled-off gel into their respective bags, picked them up, and ran.
A gust of sandstorm blew by, and we saw the scorpions wake up and begin chasing them.
The two ran quite fast, but they were still far behind the scorpion, especially on the sand. Before they could even get close to the big camel, one of them was overtaken.
This was the first time I had ever witnessed the terror of Primal Scorpion. After locking a person in place with its giant pincers, it would sting the person with its stinger, rendering them immobile. Then, the person's entire body would turn into a crystalline form and be crushed into dust by the scorpion!
Another person took the opportunity to escape some distance and successfully rode a large camel away from the center of the desert. Unfortunately, the other camel was crushed and disappeared by scorpions in the same way.
Neither of them let go of the bag containing the gel until the very last moment of their escape; it was undoubtedly very precious to them.
The only thing they could desperately obtain here was Primal Crystal. Could that kind of glue really stick the crystal off?
Riven and I landed, walked to the dead man, opened his bag, and found that the colloid had lost its stickiness and had almost turned into powder.
There were no crystals in these powders, only some shiny fragments.
It turns out they weren't there to get the crystal from the scorpion in the first place. All that ice, fire, and glue was just to pick up some scraps!
In the end, he also lost his life.
These scraps may be precious to them, but I still find it hard to understand the idea of taking such risks for quick riches.
"Yasuo, watch out!"
Riven suddenly shouted, and without turning around, I jumped up. I knew without a doubt that it was the Primal Scorpion attacking me.