Chapter 645 - 198: [I Won’t Live to Grow Up]
She’s... only ten years old!
A life-and-death war between two races, a war with no quarter!
She, a ten-year-old girl, seems to have no place to survive in this tableau.
The human world is not for her, she’s just a bounty worth 250 coins.
The world of the Fierce Beast Race, if she goes back, she’s still cannon fodder driven onto the battlefield!
Ten years old, a ten years old with no path to survive.
She may not grow up.
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Chen Yan heard Wooden Bowl crawl out from behind him, squatting next to him.
"Go back," Chen Yan suddenly said.
Wooden Bowl raised her head and looked at Chen Yan: "My head is valuable. Don’t you want it?"
Chen Yan’s face was indifferent: "Go back to Evil Land Mountain. Go into that forest, don’t return to the village. If you go back, you’ll still be sent here.
Just stay in the forest, you remember the cave I used to hide in? Live in that place!
Evil Land Mountain is in the bright season now, the daylight will last for a few months, temperatures will rise, ice and snow will melt. Wild beasts will appear.
You can hunt in the woods, catch a Hunting Beast, tame it, and you can become a hunter in the forest."
"You know, I won’t live to be grown up."
Unexpectedly, Wooden Bowl’s tone carried a hint of sarcasm.
Chen Yan paused for a moment but quickly spoke coldly: "Then try to live, live as long as you can! Hide in the forest and live, don’t get caught and sent to the battlefield again."
After he finished, he coldly looked at Wooden Bowl: "Next time I encounter you, I won’t let you go!"
Wooden Bowl looked at Chen Yan with a complicated gaze.
Chen Yan let out a breath.
He walked to the side, under Wooden Bowl’s gaze, he kicked a huge snow pile.
The snow collapsed and fell, exposing a huge grass-green metal monster within.
Wooden Bowl was startled.
Chen Yan opened the armored vehicle’s door, and from inside, pulled out a canvas bag—inside were dozens of pounds of dried beast meat.
The canvas bag was tossed to Wooden Bowl by Chen Yan.
"Now, go."
Wooden Bowl quickly opened the bag, glanced at the jerked meat inside, and a strange glint burst in her eyes. She quietly stared at Chen Yan, staring for a long time.
"I... if I become strong in the future, catch you, you will save your life!"
Wooden Bowl shouted loudly.
Chen Yan heard this, laughed out loud, waved his hand: "Alright, go. Be careful on the road, don’t be seen.
If you run into human cavalry, you’re doomed.
If you run into your kind, your meat won’t be saved either."
Wooden Bowl clutched the cloth bag tightly, she seemed about to leave, but suddenly turned back again.
"You... be careful recently! The war is about to start, it’s going to be a big one!"
Chen Yan froze, turned to look at Wooden Bowl.
Wooden Bowl slowly said: "I heard someone robbed a treasure from the chief at the mines, the chief is very angry, gathering warriors from many villages and tribes in the deep Sea of trees to attack you.
This war will last long and be big, many people will die."
Chen Yan’s face tensed.
The mines... robbed the treasure.
Could it be about him and Golden Armor?
"The warriors of the Upper Race, they are very powerful, capable of fighting with red light, impervious to blades and spears," Wooden Bowl whispered: "I haven’t seen them, but I’ve heard, the original village leaders, seven or eight like that, couldn’t withstand even one hit from a red warrior. Those Upper Race warriors, one could wipe out a village like ours."
Chen Yan instantly remembered the Iron Hook monster he and Golden Armor had killed together.
"Are there many of these ’Upper Race warriors’?" Chen Yan asked.
Wooden Bowl was silent for a while, she shook her head: "I... Can’t count, but heard many were gathered."
She paused and told Chen Yan: "This scale of war, the last time, was when my Mother and Enbo died."
Chen Yan breathed out: "Alright, thank you for the warning, I got it."
Wooden Bowl forcefully nodded, she threw the canvas bag on her shoulder and turned, striding deeply into the Snowfield—the direction of Evil Land Mountain.
Chen Yan returned inside the armored vehicle, he sat in the cockpit, door closed, hands slapping the control panel, slowly tightened his fists only to relax them again.
"Hmm, no need to be so Mother Teresa... the war between races, personal destinies, can’t be changed." Chen Yan sighed.
But he knew in his heart, Wooden Bowl’s "I won’t live to grow up" truly pierced into his heart.
This slightly dimwitted ten-year-old girl.
The dullard who lets the slaves eat their fill first!
He started the armored vehicle, the diesel engine roared.
Amid that deafening roar, the armored vehicle slowly drove out of the snow pile, shaking off the snow, then turned around.
Just then, Chen Yan suddenly felt a jolt in his heart!
He saw outside the vehicle, on the Snowfield, a small figure running madly towards him!
On Wooden Bowl’s gray skin face, the originally ugly features twisted into a ball!
The canvas bag she was carrying had already been thrown away, as she sprinted toward him, while desperately waving her hands.
She seemed to be shouting something loudly.
Chen Yan heard it clearly!
Wooden Bowl was shouting...
"Run!!!"
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Buzz!!
The fierce wind howled, whipping up countless snowflakes!
On the Snowfield, the scraping noise of sled boards on the ground was endless!!
Behind Wooden Bowl, the racing sled convoy stirred up a flurry of snow!!
Chen Yan’s heart suddenly sank!
At least twenty sled vehicles!!
Without hesitation, he fiercely stomped on the accelerator!!
The armored vehicle roared before finally accelerating!