Chapter 691 - 211: The Onset of Battle
Chapter 211 [Battle Begins]
Chen Yan’s heart was pounding wildly!
Lying flat on the ground with him was Big White.
Big White wasn’t stupid either, his head was tucked directly under Chen Yan’s armpit, hiding his entire body under Chen Yan’s arm.
Chen Yan dared not move, not even daring to swallow his saliva too loudly!
Only because the nearby formation of the Fierce Beast Race was only dozens of meters away!!
He was lying next to a snowdrift, eyes fixed as a squad of Fierce Beast Race warriors marched directly toward him!
Chen Yan took a shallow breath, his mouth instantly dry, and sweat appeared on his forehead!
If that squad of the Fierce Beast Race came upon him now...
He was doomed!!
On the snowfield ahead, countless Fierce Beast Race members moved like an army of ants! Who knows if there were several tens of thousands of them!
If he got discovered here now, these many Fierce Beast Race members could devour him without leaving a trace!
He was well aware of his own strength; in this place, he could at most deal with a dozen Fierce Beast members...
Tens of thousands?
He doubted he’d even have the chance to die with an intact body!
But as the squad moved closer, Chen Yan’s mind buzzed...
Suddenly, with a sharp whistle, a snow sled came from behind, the Hunting Beast pulling it let out a roar, racing past the squad of the Fierce Beast Race on the side!
The Fierce Beast members on the sled even released a burst of arrogant laughter, while the squad, covered in splattered snow, seemed too afraid to get angry, just looked longingly, stopped, stepped back, adjusted direction, and moved away from Chen Yan’s location...
Chen Yan remained on the ground, watching with wide eyes, until the sled zoomed by, and the squad of the Fierce Beast retreated and changed directions...
He seized the opportunity, grabbed Big White with one hand, and rolled quickly to the side.
After a few rolls, Chen Yan reached the snowdrift beside him, finally breathing a little easier.
With the snowdrift as cover, at least he wasn’t completely exposed on the snow, reducing the chance of the Fierce Beast race spotting him.
The army passing by was like a swarm of locusts sweeping the ground!
A dark mass of the Fierce Beast Race marched over the snowfield, trampling the once vast expanse of white into patches of mottled black!
The snowfield no longer looked purely white, carrying a sinister aura instead.
Chen Yan remained unmoving behind the snowdrift!
The snowdrift was not large, only just enough to conceal him.
With countless eyes in the advancing army, there was no other cover nearby apart from the snowdrift.
If he tried to run... the open snowfield would make him an obvious target.
With thousands of eyes, it only took one to spot him, and he would be doomed!
Chen Yan dared not take the risk.
As he lay on the ground, he even secretly brushed the ground snow onto his back and legs, trying to reduce his exposure.
Lying there, he stayed put for over two hours!
Finally, after over two hours, Chen Yan found his chance to slip away.
The formation of the Fierce Beast Race suddenly halted.
Following the throaty sounds of horns, the formation split like a tide, converging to the sides and leaving two broad open spaces!
From the ground, Chen Yan could see the nearest Fierce Beast Race members were less than fifty meters away, and he felt he could almost smell the rancid stench in the air.
Pressed against the ground, Chen Yan felt a slight vibration underneath, rhythmic and heavy!
Moments later, the horn sounds became hurried, and then a thunderous thunder came closer!
Large wooden carts were pushed from the far end of the snowfield.
Each cart, over ten meters tall, made of the solid and large planks from the Evil Spirit Tree.
Tethered below were dozens of vines, and dozens of strong Fierce Beast members pulled the carts, with Hunting Beasts caged within them.
On the carts were advanced warriors of the Fierce Beast Race, wielding long whips, shouting and whipping those pulling the carts, controlling the direction of the carts.
One wooden cart after another passed before Chen Yan, until over forty carts had gone by, and the Fierce Beast Race on the snowfield roared in unison.
Following the roars, behind the carts came members of the Fierce Beast Race dressed in colorful beast garb, wearing hats bristling with tree branches, their faces painted in bright colors, moving forward dancing like shaman-like figures.
As these figures proceeded, all the Fierce Beast Race troops on either side of the road knelt, cradling their heads in their hands, emitting "wooo wooo" cries.
It was unclear whether they were praying or wailing in submission.
The entire black mass of the Fierce Beast Race army knelt and cradled their heads, offering Chen Yan the best opportunity!
Initially hesitant, as the shaman-like procession danced forward and the Fierce Beast Race didn’t seem to rise,
Chen Yan decided to take the gamble!
He quickly emerged from the snow, crawling swiftly backward.
After retreating a few dozen meters, Chen Yan turned, using both hands and feet, quietly moving toward the edge of the snowfield like a wild beast...