Chapter 142

On the forum, discussions about Shen Xing have exploded once again.

Meanwhile, in the Black Sky Wing Mountain Range, inside the lava cave.

"Call..."

Shen Xing sat on the back of the Hippogryph, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then opened the leaderboard to take a look.

"We've made it into the top 50, that's a good pace."

In fact, they could have been even faster.

However, because the number of monsters appearing through the Hell Portal is limited, it takes some time to kill each batch of creatures.

Otherwise, he estimated that he could at least make it into the top thirty today.

Looking around now...

There were hardly any hellish creatures left in the enormous cavern; only the massive lava pool continued to bubble and bubble.

Similarly, after a full day of fighting, his troops were exhausted.

The orcs moved more and more slowly, and their axe-wielding movements gradually became stiff.

The dozens of giant wolves beneath the wolf riders heaved violently, their tongues lolling out as they panted heavily.

Even the tireless skeleton archers had their soul fire in their pupils dim, and the speed at which they could condense Dark Arrow changed from 1.5 seconds to 3-5 seconds, greatly reducing their attack frequency.

In addition, there were some orc and skeleton corpses on the ground.

By the end of the day, the total combat losses had reached twenty.

This is still because the team has Xiao Hei, a death-healing paladin, who constantly absorbs the death energy on the battlefield to heal the injuries of other units.

Otherwise, the number of casualties would be even more staggering.

However, the intense fighting also yielded substantial results.

In addition to the surge in points, these hellish creatures dropped a large amount of Soul Stone, Adamantite Nuggets, and Hellfire Seed, among other materials.

With just the Soul Stone and Greater Soul Stone combined, the minimum is over three thousand!

Unfortunately, we only encountered one Transcendent Boss Rank monster today. Apart from a Greater Soul Stone and a blueprint, it didn't drop any advancement materials.

Other Tier Two monsters only have Common potential; they are essentially slightly stronger cannon fodder, no different from Tier One monsters.

Shen Xing ordered in a deep voice, "Return to our territory, rest for the night, and fight again tomorrow!"

At the lord's command, the soldiers breathed a slight sigh of relief and then rushed towards the entrance of the passage.

Since they've already killed off most of the hellish creatures here, they won't face any obstacles during their retreat.

Upon returning to the entrance of the passage, large raindrops fell from the sky, striking the soldiers, and wisps of mist rose up.

In stark contrast to the sweltering atmosphere inside the cave, outside, it was drizzling, thick fog filled the air, and a chilly chill permeated the atmosphere.

"Forward in formation!"

Orc Roar led the charge, guiding his troops through the rain.

Xiao Hei rode his warhorse, carrying a level 6 lantern, walking in the center, its orange light illuminating a radius of 150 meters.

Shen Xing controlled the Fried Chicken, hovering in the low sky and taking care of some troublesome monsters along the way.

After nearly forty minutes of travel, the group quickly returned to the vicinity of the territory.

In the distance, a white stone wall came into view, with rows of arrow towers and Cold Ice Arrow Tower standing inside.

The lighthouse shone beams of light, dispelling the fog and guiding them back to their territory.

"Phew, finally back!"

Gorehowl jumped off the giant wolf Mao Mao's back and stretched. "That was a really satisfying day of killing, but there were just too many monsters; we couldn't possibly kill them all."

The Da Hou echoed, "Ancestors above, I've never fought for so long in my life. I feel completely drained, and I'm so hungry I could eat a whole yak."

Who's yelling that they're hungry?!

A soft voice came from afar.

Immediately afterwards, a dark figure crossed the city gate and swam over quickly.

Nimue was holding a large iron pot in her arms, covered with a lid, which was still steaming.

"Oh! It's Miss Nimue." A smile appeared on his rugged face Da Hou he saw the newcomer.

After spending the last few days together, everyone has become quite familiar with this clam girl.

Thanks to Nimue, the soldiers were able to enjoy delicious bread and golden roast meat, whereas before they had been eating raw meat.

"I heard someone say they're hungry. Would you like to try my meat soup?" the clam girl asked expectantly.

Shen Xing stared at the large iron pot in her arms, then caught a glimpse of the scene under the lid out of the corner of his eye, and his lips twitched.

He gently advised, "Nimue, let's forget about it and let them eat bread."

The orcs had been fighting all day and were already quite hungry.

Shen Xing worried that if they drank her soup, they wouldn't be able to get out of bed the next day.

"Eh? That was the meat soup I prepared with great care..." Nimue, somewhat disappointed.

But she would not disobey Shen Xing's orders, and turned to leave, clutching the iron pot.

At this moment, Da Hou said in a simple and honest way, "Miss Nimue's cooking skills are so good, her meat soup must be delicious. I'd like to try it."

Gorehowl chimed in, "That's right, I'd like to try it too."

Nimue's eyes lit up, and she turned around to look at Shen Xing with anticipation.

Shen Xing glanced at the group of orcs and asked, "Do you really want to drink?"

Da Hou and Gorehowl nodded emphatically, and even Hellscream and Xiao Hei expressed their desire to try Nimue's cooking.

"Alright, then give them each a bowl."

Shen Xing waved his hand, thinking to himself, "You'd better not regret this later."

"That's great! Uncle Da Hou and Uncle Gorehowl are so kind. I'll definitely get you big bowls."

Nimue happily lifted the lid of the pot, and a cloud of black smoke immediately rose up.

Under the expectant gazes of Gorehowl, Da Hou, and the others, the black mist slowly dissipated, revealing a pot of dark soup that was bubbling away.

Floating on it are wriggling tentacles, rolling eyeballs, moving fingers, and so on.

The smiles on their faces vanished, and their expressions gradually stiffened.

A slight smile had already appeared on Lord Shen's lips.

Nimue was oblivious to everyone's reactions. She magically produced several large bowls and ladled out a whole bowl of soup.

Then it was placed in front of Gorehowl Da Hou, and Hellscream.

Even Xiao Hei wasn't spared.

However, these generals of the territory remained unfazed even when facing monsters hundreds of times their size.

Faced with this bowl of miso soup carefully prepared by the young girl, he dared not take a bite.

"Drink up! Why aren't you drinking?"

Nimue leaned forward slightly and said softly, "Don't be shy, there's plenty more in the pot. I'll make more if it's not enough."

The three orcs and Xiao Hei were all frozen in place, unsure whether to drink or not.

They looked at their lord, their eyes pleading for help.

Shen Xing shrugged, indicating that he was powerless to help; it was their own choice to drink it.

All four generals remained silent.

Gorehowl glanced at the still-wriggling soup in the bowl, then at the expectant clam girl beside him, and gritted his teeth.

"Let's go, brothers!"

He was the first to pick up the soup bowl, downed it in one gulp, and drank it down.

The other three generals stared in disbelief, and even the less intelligent orcs widened their eyes in admiration of Gorehowl's bravery.

A moment later, Gorehowl released the soup bowl, a string of wriggling black tentacles still hanging from the corner of his mouth, which he slurped down in one gulp.

"Uncle Gorehowl, is it good?" Nimue asked innocently, cupping her face in her hands.

I must say, her expression, coupled with her gentle, water-like tone, was incredibly captivating.

Especially when he heard Nimue call him "uncle," Gorehowl's heart almost melted.

"Delicious! Nimue's cooking is really good!" He smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Great!" Nimue laughed happily, then looked at the other three generals. "Uncle Da Hou, Uncle Xiao Hei, aren't you going to drink?"

The three exchanged glances, and finally, as if making a decision, downed the entire amount in one gulp.

"Glug... glug..."

The entire open space of the territory fell silent, with only the sound of the three people swallowing echoing in their ears.

A moment later, they put down their soup bowls at the same time, their faces turning ashen, even worse than after a whole day of fighting.

Wow, all three uncles finished their soup! It seems Nimue's soup was delicious!

The clam girl seemed quite happy and continued to ask, "Would you like another bowl?"

The four men's expressions changed drastically, and they waved their hands repeatedly to indicate that they were already full.

"Okay..." The clam girl looked at the half-eaten black soup in the pot, still somewhat unsatisfied.

"Nimue, go and prepare dinner for the soldiers."

Shen Xing instructed, "Take the meat out of the warehouse and boil it with wheat to make a soup. Don't add anything strange."

"Yes, human!" Nimue nodded obediently, then left the open space carrying the iron pot.

The four generals breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had just experienced a major battle.

Shen Xing smiled to himself, thinking to himself, "Let's see if you dare to eat Nimue's things again next time."

However, as the strongest group in the territory, they possess amazing physical constitutions and can easily withstand the negative effects of this black soup.

The fact that no abnormalities have occurred so far is proof of this.

"Alright, you can take the soldiers back to rest now," he ordered.

"Yes, my lord/boss!"

The four generals each led their troops, some returning to their rooms to rest, others tending to their wounds by the Bonfire.

Soon, only Shen Xing and Fried Chicken, along with a bird, remained in the open space at the village entrance.

He took out the wheelchair, slid it off the Fried Chicken's broad back, and then let it go back to rest.