After studying that the Gamers had returned to the Lengthy-Ears’ village on the Western Continent, each Rangka and Laybit clearly felt relieved.

Even so, they didn’t waste any time to proceed on their journey dwelling, with the Curly-Horns’ Woolsprout in tow.

The Lengthy-Ears have been champions at marathons. Although their endurance weren’t as sturdy as that of people’ (People of this world have been considerably completely different from Earth people, with stronger bodily facets), their high pace and acceleration have been far above than that of people or most different nonhumans. In different phrases, they have been their very own greatest horse and subsequently wanted no horse.

That was precisely why though Rangka thought that bringing the Curly-Horns’ princess alongside again to their tribe lands was nothing however useless weight.

Nonetheless, he ultimately determined that it was not the case.

Whereas the Sheeple didn’t have the behavior of rearing livestock, however they did cultivate horned antelopes as a approach to journey for long-distance commerce.

These antelopes have been as soon as so plentiful in all places over the Vierlin Plains they have been a catastrophe, however now they have been nowhere to be seen. As a substitute, solely their infinite corpses and bones was proof that their sort had as soon as flourished, and that reality solely made it clear how a lot harm Swordtail Grayclaw’s tyranny had inflicted upon the plains.

As a matter of reality, the Curly Horns had saved the horned antelopes’ enclosure have been far away from their village, in order to keep away from the prying eyes of the meat-eating nonhumans. It was principally a cavern dug of the bottom which entrance had been lined in tall grass, which couldn’t be seen if not noticed rigorously.

Furthermore, Saber-Tooth Tigermen feces have been positioned across the enclosure to intervene with the sense of any predators and meat-eating nonhumans. That was why though the antelope within the enclosures appeared skinny and weak attributable to lack of grass, their spirit and well being have been nonetheless assured.

And as soon as Woolsprout swapped strolling for driving the one-horned antelope, she moved greater than a notch faster.

With that, they might be capable of return to the village quickly.

Nonetheless, because the outdated saying goes, ‘the street to happiness is strewn with setbacks’—quickly after leaving the Curly-Horns settlement, Rangka felt hazard together with his sharp Lengthy-Ear senses.

They have been being shadowed!

Nonetheless, shadowing was clearly not their day job, or maybe these pursuers have been merely not anxious about Rangka’s group. They strutted alongside with out hiding their enmity, staying behind them unhurriedly.

Rangka, who was the brains of his personal group had no intention of stopping both, and easily clenched his tooth as he led Laybit and Woolsprout in operating.

He had a hunch that Swordtail Grayclaw had discovered that the oppressed nonhumans have been contemplating an alliance to insurgent towards his tyranny. Due to this fact, he had despatched his elite champions to ambush and kill envoys of these tribes to stop them from speaking, with out igniting a serious tribal conflict!

That transfer was easy, direct however efficient. Even when the oppressed nonhumans have been in a rush to kind their alliance, the truth that their very own envoys weren’t returning would trigger doubt in the direction of their potential allies—regardless of how understanding they may be.

Whereas that doubt can be wiped away ought to anybody envoy survive, on the extra probably final result that they didn’t, the tribal chiefs must make large gestures and personally meet each other, or the misunderstandings wouldn’t go away.

Furthermore, the intent of Swordtail’s plan gave the impression to be for purchasing time, as an alternative of sabotaging the alliance of the oppressed tribes…

And that hunch left Rangka extraordinarily uncomfortable. Who is aware of what might occur when Swordtail actually confirmed his hand?!

“Uncle, we are able to’t proceed on like this!” Laybit stated decisively then. “Our stamina would proceed to drop, and once we fatigue, we aren’t getting away in the event that they assault!”

“I do know!” Rangka stated, taking a deep breath and turned to Woolsprout. “Might your antelope carry yet one more?”

“It’d.” She nodded.

“Good. Laybit, you’re mild. Experience together with Woman Woolsprout and escape.”

“Wait! What about you, uncle?” Laybit knew what Rangka was getting at—he appeared to haven’t any plans of leaving.

“Somebody has to gradual them down,” Rangka sighed with melancholy. “Or none of us are getting away.”

Even so, he didn’t consider that he was fallacious in saving his nephew—even earlier than the Gamers got here to them, the older Lengthy-Ears had all made their resolve to sacrifice themselves for the youthful technology when a decisive second comes.

The one factor he regretted was being unable to personally witness the revival of the Lengthy Ears, for it was his conviction that so long as that they had good ties with the God of Video games’ believers, that day would ultimately come.

“However, uncle—”

Even earlier than Laybit might end, Rangka had seized that girly nephew on his and threw him over the antelope, with the creature rearing its hooves and darting away in its shock.

After one final have a look at the departing determine of his nephew, Rangka rotated.

Their pursuers had seen that one thing was not proper, and appeared behind bushes that have been half the peak of an grownup human.

It was a burly nonhuman who was virtually two meters tall. Its shoulders have been equally extensive, and it has a thick conceal over its physique in addition to an extended rhino horn rising over its nostril.

And it was driving a large serpent that was over twenty meters lengthy and had a nostril resembling an elephant’s trunk!

“To journey Grootslang, the Elephant Snake of the marshes beneath Mount Vierlin… you have to be Sutan, the previous champion of the Ryhorn Tribe.”

Rangka whipped out his weapons: two daggerlike knives with a troubled face—in spite of everything, these trinkets may not even pierce his foe’s pores and skin.

“Sutan remains to be a champion!” The white-skinned Ryhorn roared resoundingly.

“No, you’re not. Not after you’ve sworn fealty to Swordtail and raised your blade towards the weak. You might be only a butcher now!”

Even when Rangka knew that he would by no means win and even a lot as give Sutan a scratch, he braced himself to mock the Ryhorn—including some heartfelt phrases within the combine, naturally.

“Garbage! I, Sutan will all the time be a champion!”

Infuriated, the white-skinned Ryhorn bobbed its head repetitively. It was a humorous look, however Rangka couldn’t giggle.

As a result of it was an indication {that a} Ryhorn was occurring a rampage.

The Ryhorn therefore raised its greatsword that resembled a door and was bigger than Rangka himself. Spurring on Grootslang the Elephant Snake on the similar time, he roared and charged in the direction of Rangka.

‘Might the ancestral spirit shield me…’

However midway by that thought, Rangka had one other that was exceedingly sacrilegious.

‘Us Lengthy-Ears have by no means held again in prayer and choices, and didn’t cease our ancestral worship even once we have been chased to the damaging coastal areas. Even so, our personal ancestor clearly wouldn’t reply to our tribe and virtually leaving us getting ready to extinction.

‘I’m dying anyway, so why ought to I supply my prayer to that ancestor who has by no means sympathized together with his personal tribe?’

Therefore, Rangka promptly modified his prayer.

‘Might the God of Video games watch over me—even when it’s for a second. Please grant me the power to cease this bastard and purchase Laybit an opportunity to outlive!’

Whereas Rangka had tried to wish to the God of Video games underneath the Gamers’ urging, he by no means acquired any response.

This time, nevertheless, his prayer was immeasurably devoted, as if he would supply all his religion with a single breath as he softly voiced the prayer of the Church of Video games.

“O Grasp of Video games, grant us new life…”

Within the subsequent on the spot, he appeared to listen to an incorporeal voice beside his ears.

[The ball has received your faith!]