Pure Essential Oil?

Traveling is absolutely tedious, especially for the little Minotaur is the only one he can talk to. After a whole night of fighting, he was fast asleep on the bull's back, which made him even more bored.

Li Ziran was somewhat envious of this shameless age; he also longed for a period of deep sleep.

Having just obtained a second-mutated eye, he was so excited he couldn't stop.

"Sigh, my mental fortitude really needs improvement!"

He gave a wry smile. It was just a seven-times mutated eyeball. Back then, he had generously given Medusa the heart of Great Dragon.

Did he blink at that moment?

Clang!

Just then, the Frog on his waist suddenly started to struggle. It was the old Cavefolk, clearly not used to his new form, and was desperately struggling on his belt.

Snap!

The slap brought immediate silence; his strength was just right, enough to knock the Frog unconscious but not kill it.

As for why no potion was used, this guy wouldn't be worth much money anyway; Cavefolk are the cheapest slaves on the Wasteland.

Although the Minotaur was drowsy, the rhinoceros beneath him was full of energy. After a night's rest, it was refreshed and moved extremely fast, arriving at the resting place by evening, a journey that was originally planned for a day.

This is a temporary camp; it's not a town, or even a village. The reason we're staying here is because this used to be a ruin, and some of the walls still remain, which could have protected us from hurricanes in the Wasteland.

The closer you get to Hippo Ancient City, the more you need to withstand the sudden drop in temperature.

Hippo Ancient City is the oldest city-state in the Wasteland. Even on the Red Soil Continent, this city-state has a long history. Legend has it that in ancient times, this place was once a vast cluster of city-states. Unfortunately, in the face of time, only ruins remain.

This is a very good sign; the closer we get to Hippo Ancient City, the more of these abandoned city-states we'll find.

Li Ziran is now eager to enter the Hippo Ancient City. He has many tasks to complete: he needs to connect with the Demon, find the Organ Witch, and help the Ogre cultivate Mighty Demon Embryo.

These things need to be put on the agenda, and more importantly, his first gathering of the Shadow Society.

The wind whistled past their ears as the Minotaur, under the protection of the rhinoceros, hid in a corner of the city wall, forming the simplest form of shelter.

Night fell, and the temperature plummeted. Perhaps due to the Ice Plains, the nights here were especially cold.

Li Ziran clung tightly to the rhinoceros's belly, hoping to escape the bitter cold by using the creature's body heat. Unfortunately, this large animal was wrapped in thick leather, ensuring that not a single ounce of warmth escaped.

He was curious why they weren't using a campfire; he figured it was probably to avoid attracting the attention of the Slave-Catching Group.

Li Ziran couldn't sleep all night. It was too cold to even practice the Transformation Spell, so he could only huddle helplessly in the rhinoceros's arms, wasting time.

He was now somewhat envious of the Minotaur; they had thick leather to keep warm, and the little Minotaur no longer complained about his rough skin.

Call out!

In the middle of the night, Li Ziran was awakened by a blinding light, which looked like fireworks blooming in the distant sky.

Li Ziran had never seen such a strong light before; in an instant, it seemed to illuminate the entire earth.

Just as I was wondering what was going on, the ground began to rumble and tremble, as if a large army was charging.

Bang bang bang bang!

A series of raindrop sounds, but it was definitely not rain; it sounded like a magic ball exploding, or even more like a series of high-speed magic arrows.

Fighting!

And it's by no means simple.

But soon, the sounds of battle ceased abruptly, as if the fight had ended.

"Sigh, I wonder how many lives have been lost." Li Ziran leaned against the rhinoceros, groaning as if he had no illness. This kind of battle was nothing new; it was rare to find a place without battle in the Wasteland.

Especially at night, the perfect time for a sneak attack, missing that opportunity would be a waste of the bandits' brains.

However, Kamen was very vigilant. She sent out sentries and woke up the sleeping, strong Minotaur, seemingly afraid that the battle would spread to the Minotaur Tribe.

Li Ziran wanted to laugh. Judging from the sounds, he knew the battle was taking place far away, clearly indicating an organized engagement.

But his smile quickly faded as a twelve-man Earthstrider Dragon approached the ruins.

These creatures, which resemble Tyrannosaurus Rex, have some Earth Great Dragon blood, but it's very diluted. However, they can generally reach a height of three meters, Human Race love to use this species to equip their heavy cavalry.

Li Ziran looked down on this guy because this beast had no organs at all, and couldn't even be considered a magical beast; it was just a huge lump of flesh.

If the armor humans made for it were removed, even the lowest-level Fire-Eyed Rabbit could probably hunt it down.

The terrain was unbearable for the dragon, and even more so for the rhinoceroses beside it. The moment the dragon appeared, the herd of rhinoceroses stirred up, as if being pushed by an external force, and gathered towards the center.

Li Ziran originally had some room to move around, but it was instantly squeezed out by these big guys.

We could only climb onto the rhinoceros's back, but then we could see the dragon's shape clearly.

Clad in thick iron armor, covering almost the entire body from the calves to the head, this was a genuine human heavy cavalry mount.

However, the Earthstrider Dragon Armor was in a sorry state, with many spots and some parts melted away, revealing scarlet flesh. It lay on the ground, groaning and moaning.

The moment Li Ziran saw the wound, he frowned. It was no ordinary wound; black smoke was constantly emanating from the flesh, like a curse or more like corrosion. Only magic could cause this.

Beside the terrain dragon stood two figures, each slender and pale, dressed in black robes; they were clearly human.

Among these black-robed figures were three elegantly dressed girls, pure and lively, with big eyes and an innocent charm.

The three girls were surrounded in the middle, squatting on the ground, striking flint and steel, which sparked.

Unfortunately, the firewood they prepared couldn't be lit at all.

Beside the three girls, a blond middle-aged man was whispering instructions, as if teaching the girls how to start a fire.

"There's one less layer of tinder to catch fire!"

Li Ziran chuckled inwardly. This method of starting a fire with flint was too rudimentary. Even low-level Cavefolk would often use Magic Stone that could emit miniature flames.

That thing isn't even worth a copper coin. I really don't understand how you can find such a low-grade item as flint in the Wasteland.

If possible, one fireball would do the trick.

Unfortunately, the other party couldn't hear Li Ziran's thoughts and continued clumsily striking the flint. Just as a spark appeared, it was extinguished by the hurricane over the Wasteland.

"I'll do it!" Kamen stepped forward to greet them. With his experience, he could tell that this group of humans wasn't the infamous Slave-Catching Group. Of course, he also wanted to gain some goodwill and avoid conflict.

He knew he needed help at this time.

With his experience, he found a sheltered spot, spread the prepared goose down in the match, and lit the flame in no time.

The three girls were delighted and carefully asked for advice on how to start a fire.

Kamen held nothing back; on the contrary, she liked it very much, and this goodwill was enough to allow the tribe to get through the night safely.

The flames flickered and danced as the three girls patiently asked for tips on how to start a fire. Only after they had successfully lit a bonfire themselves did they carefully put away the flint and steel.

Her giggling laughter made the little Minotaur beside her restless; this vibrant human girl was clearly more Gravity than the short-tailed girl he'd had the night before.

"Hey, you're human, right? Come on over here." A girl noticed Li Ziran from the Minotaur tribe and waved to him from afar.

Li Ziran smiled and instantly judged that these girls lacked survival experience. In the Wasteland, few people would willingly invite strangers in.

However, he was cold now, so why not gather around the campfire? Of course, he wouldn't just freeload. As he passed the terrain dragon, a wisp of white light appeared on his hand. He placed it on his wound, and immediately all the black energy disappeared completely.

This scene piqued the girl's curiosity, and even the middle-aged man leading the group couldn't help but glance at Li Ziran a few more times.

"You know Purification Art?"

Li Ziran nodded, "I've learned a little, but I wouldn't call myself an expert."

"Oh, that's quite remarkable. Few humans can master such magic," the middle-aged man said with a quiet smile, clearly showing increased goodwill towards Li Ziran. He extended his hand and introduced, "My name is Cavis."

"Li Ziran!" He shook hands politely and introduced himself.

The human girl was even more curious about Li Ziran. The three of them surrounded her, adding fuel to the fire while chattering and asking her questions:

Are you going to Hippo Ancient City this time?

"Traveling alone in the Wasteland, that's amazing! You're only two or three years older than me, right?"

"You have no idea how dangerous the battle was just now. Luckily, our instructor was there to guide us, or we would have been captured."

Li Ziran nodded in response; they were just strangers who had met by chance and had only come to join in around the campfire.

But the girl didn't seem to think so. It was as if being alone in the Wasteland was magical. She added firewood to keep the campfire going while asking about interesting things that happened in the Wasteland.

Li Ziran then noticed that this firewood was very different; it wasn't the thorny wood that could be found everywhere in the Wasteland, but a kind of wood with very fine grain.

He couldn't name it, but this kind of thing can only be produced in areas with very high Water Element.

Pfft!

The flames were already as tall as a person when the three girls suddenly stood up and shouted solemnly at the black-robed figure in the distance, "Hurry up, those cultists need to be Judgment!"

Under Li Ziran's curious gaze, the boy in black robes brought over several dark figures from a distance.

Only then did they notice that this Earthstrider Dragon squad also included Dwarf, Cavefolk, and Wolf, especially a rather rare Gray Dwarves. This Dwarf was different from the normal Dwarf; he wasn't carrying an axe, but rather a bone staff.

This is a Black Wizard.

"Quick, quick, hang them up!" the girl exclaimed excitedly from the side.

The man in black robes obeyed, taking out wooden sticks from a nearby pile of wood and setting up a simple frame. He then used ropes to hang the captured creatures high up. At this moment, the girl took out a palm-sized vial from her waist, poured out a little, and rubbed it in her palm.

Now, the playful laughter was gone, replaced by a solemn expression. He took a scripture from his pocket, turned to the middle, and began to read it softly.

"You are guilty, but your sins have reached their limit. Today is your Judgment day, and also your rebirth day. In the future, at an unpredictable time, all your evil will be wiped away. Your body, your soul, everything you have will come to an end on Judgment Day!"

The girls chanted silently, their bodies faintly glowing with a transparent light.

Li Ziran frowned slightly. Could it be that humans have special Magic Organ? Just as he was wondering, the girl suddenly closed the scripture, gently rubbed the potion in her hand, and touched it to the faces of the several creatures bound together.

Then he suddenly turned around, pulled a fire stick from the campfire, and went over to it.

Wow!

Flames rose.

Li Ziran's heart skipped a beat; that potion... was pure essential oil.