Warlord Chapter 145

The three of them were on their way to the crevice.

Judging from the bloodstains on the sniper, it was clear that Parkland's killer was seriously injured.

He did not intend to pursue the a.s.sa.s.sin on the G.o.d of Death Ridge. Judging from the a.s.sa.s.sin's speed, he had already reached a distance of more than one kilometer.

The DeathG.o.d's Ridge was too vast. A sniper must be very good at hiding. If he wanted to hide, it would be very difficult for Zero to find him in such a short period of time due to the lack of people and tools.

Moreover, they had estimated that the killer's appearance time was already one day off. Although it was only one day, it meant that food would become a problem.

Therefore, Zero decided to leave the Death G.o.d's Ridge and resupply the nearby city before thinking of ways to kill the killer.

She had no objection to the proposal, and though she wanted to tear Lankey apart now, she knew that Zero was right.

Even though she had grown up in the G.o.d of Death Mountain Range, it was difficult for her to survive on the G.o.d of Death Mountain without the support of her tribe.

So she decided to stay with him until she killed the village demon. As for what she would do after killing him?

For the time being, she did not think about it.

Along the banks of the Lamarsson River, the vegetation was dense and spa.r.s.e, and by then there were few mutant shrubs that could survive almost anywhere.

The ground was covered with brownish sand and stones. From afar, it looked like the halo of a planet was circling the Death G.o.d's Ridge.

Not far away, the rumbling sound of the Ramason River told them that the great crevice was close.

This huge crack that spanned over the Death G.o.d Mountain Range was close to a kilometer wide. The two walls were steep and smooth, making it impossible for a bird to cross.

The crevice was so deep that one couldn't see the end of it. When one looked down from the edge, all they could see was darkness.

But from the sound of the waters of the Ramathon flowing straight into the fissure, there must be an underground river in the fissure, leading out into the endless polluted sea beyond the sh.o.r.eline.

The existence of the Grand Cleft has been controversial for a long time, and now it is divided into two factions.

The existence of one finger crack was due to the change of the crust, and the land plate split into two parts due to the movement of the crust. All of them were stopped by the crack from the sh.o.r.eline where Death's Ridge was located, which was a thousand kilometers deep into the western continent.

However, the natural connection appeared to have cut a hole in the land; the opposite view was held by scholars of the school, who believed that the existence of the great cracks was the proof of the old era's collision between the two great plates.

The only thing that supported this theory was the continent's area. The area measured in the known range was far larger than any other continent's plate in the old era. However, the larger area of the continent was still hidden in the unknown darkness.

There is no clear answer to the controversy over the big cracks, but these are not zero concerns.

His eyes were fixed on the cable bridge a hundred kilometers from the Ramason River, built thirty years ago with the funding of the Adventure Merchant's a.s.sociation, which connected Death's Ridge with the northern lands and served as a communication route between the north and south of the coast.

Without this bridge, people would have to circle the north and south in a wide circle.

Moreover, the land west of the Death G.o.d Ridge was not much safer. Therefore, the appearance of the cable bridge allowed the adventurers to travel between the two places through the bridge, even though they knew that the Death G.o.d Ridge was filled with dangers.

The three of them rested near the crevice.

After two days, Moni's complexion had already improved greatly.

Like her sister, she didn't mention the wound on her leg, vaguely guessing that it had something to do with her rapid recovery and the stabilization of a gene that was on the verge of collapse.

However, sometimes, not everything had to be said aloud. It might be a better choice to put it in one's heart.

After cutting a piece of roasted rabbit meat in half with a military knife, he handed it to Monnie.

Moni was an ordinary person, so her recovery ability was naturally not as fast as his. Therefore, she needed a large amount of nutrition to supplement her recovery.

But even so, there was not much food left for the three of them. After this meal, the mutated rabbit was finally divided among them.

As for the pure water, it would only last for half a day if one didn't drink it.

In other words, they had to make it to the supply base outside the G.o.d of Death's Ridge by today, otherwise their journey would be extremely uncomfortable.

They crossed the bridge, reached the other end of the crevice, and followed the trail the adventurers had made out of Death's Ridge.

From the map, the distance was around 50 kilometers. And the closest supply base to the exit of the Death G.o.d's Ridge was called Windmill Town, which was a small town built to generate energy from the wind by the sea.

This town was at least three hundred kilometers away from the Death G.o.d's Ridge. In other words, the road they had to travel was at least five hundred kilometers away.

Five hundred kilometers was neither long nor short.

Zeros and Atatha can travel at speeds of about two hundred kilometers per hour, if they drive at full power.

However, humans were not machines after all. The highest peak speed could only be obtained through explosive usage, and could not be maintained the entire time.

In fact, they could only travel at a constant rate of one hundred kilometers per hour. Even if they didn't stop, it would still take them five or six hours, if there weren't any accidents.

The ten minutes of rest pa.s.sed quickly. Monnie, who still had trouble moving, was carried on her back. She walked along the Sand Belt of Death's Ridge, moving at a constant speed of 100 kilometers in the direction of the suspension bridge.

However, the silhouettes of the three of them were reflected in the lens of a scope.

Lan Qi put down the vulture. He had just recovered some of his strength and was about to cut the cable bridge in the other direction.

Now, in the jungle facing the cable bridge, he was lying on top of a fir tree.

Judging by their speed, it would take about an hour to get to the bridge.

For Lan Qi, this was a rare chance to rest.

So the white-headed eagle fished the last piece of compressed food out of its pocket and threw it into its mouth, flat and tasteless, containing all the vitamins and cellulose it needed.

Lan Qi held the vulture, leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes to rest.

He believed that Zero would never have thought that he could regain his ability to move so quickly. As such, Lan Qi could give them a surprise when they pa.s.sed by the bridge.

In a special environment like the Cable Bridge, it was equivalent to an open secret room.

When they reached the center of the bridge

At that time, Lan Qi would be able to snipe for his life. At that time, the chances of survival would be very low.

Because Lan Qi had found a weakness!