Chapter 209 Chapter 208 My Cat Can Do Backflips.txt
“Meow meow meow~.”
The hoarse and miserable cries of a cat echoed through the beastmen’s camp in the forest.
Poor Lianxi Cat, tied up like a pig, hung on a wooden stick.
Around her, the beastmen, who had labored all day, rested by the campfire, with blue smoke rising and passing through the treetops above.
The beastmen chatted and laughed while eating half-raw human limbs, their language mostly a mix of hisses and chaotic sounds.
“Yesterday we hunted a lot of bipedal sheep, at least a hundred thousand. I heard they ate them right there, even the mounted bipedal sheep were scared, kneeling and begging for mercy.”
“I really envy them, they get to eat right away, while we have to slowly chase those bipedal sheep.”
“Anyway, we’re well-fed. That bunch of monkeys dropped a large amount of supplies; sooner or later, they’ll starve in the forest. We just need to hunt them like our ancestors did, how comfortable that would be.”
“I mean, I heard that the knights’ meat is very chewy; too bad we can’t eat that.”
“Aren’t there a fat orange cat here?”
A horned beast turned his head, stretched out his fluffy hand, and poked Lianxi Cat’s soft, plump belly, leaving a gray mark on her white, fluffy stomach: “So much fat, it must be delicious.”
Lianxi Cat cried out even louder, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes as she wailed, “Don’t touch that spot, Master! Master! Help me!”
Hearing this, the beastmen around became excited. Although they couldn’t understand cat language, they found the helpless screams of the cat very pleasing.
Jima was invisibly crouched behind some bushes, observing the ignorant beastmen closely.
The grass beside her rustled, as if a gust of wind had blown through, and Jima knew that Eve Frostleaf, cloaked, had arrived.
A chilly female voice sounded: “One hundred and eight, with a large horned beast, dispersed.”
In the air, Jima’s voice responded: “I want to kill them all.”
“That’s unrealistic, highly exposed. We need to rescue the person and the cat.”
The beastmen set up camp along a winding river, fairly dispersed; completely wiping them out wasn’t feasible. Eve Frostleaf was capable, but she would still have to run over to kill them using elemental magic or her silver sword. If the beastmen scattered and ran away, they wouldn’t be able to kill them all, and it could also leak their whereabouts.
“I can curse them.” Jima squinted, focusing on the gray mark on Lianxi Cat’s belly, “If they make me angry, they deserve to die.”
Eve Frostleaf said nothing, but Jima knew she was in agreement.
“I need a curse medium to curse them.” Jima extended her long, soft tongue, deftly licking around her finger as she felt the wind direction, pointing towards the campfire in the upwind area, surrounded by quite a few beastmen, “Let’s go to the upwind side.”
“I can change the wind direction; their sense of smell is keen.”
“Good, then let’s go to the nearest campfire, fewer people.”
As Jima spoke, she took out a specially prepared piece of fried pork fat and placed it on the grass.
To outsiders, a small piece of fragrant fried pork fat suddenly appeared on the grassy ground under the twilight.
“I beg you.”
As soon as Jima’s words fell, the tree next to her moved, two green fingers pinched the fried pork fat, and then Eve Frostleaf gently leaped over the bushes, crouching on the ground, her cloak changing color, making her look like a moving lawn. In the twilight, she was exceedingly hard to notice.
At that moment, the wind changed direction, blowing toward Jima, covering the scent on Eve Frostleaf.
A piece of golden fried pork fell into the campfire, unknowing to the surrounding beastmen. Shortly, the specially made fried pork exuded an enticing aroma.
“Smells so good! Who roasted a human leg, it’s so fragrant?”
“Just put it on, how could it be cooked? Let’s eat some human liver first.”
Jima fixated on the fried pork turning black in the flames, as Eve Frostleaf’s indistinct figure vaulted over the bushes, making only a soft sound.
“Is that smoke?”
Jima was about to explain “curse medium” when she realized Eve Frostleaf knew much more than she initially thought: “Hmm.”
The wind shifted again, like a fan on swing mode, blowing the smoke from the campfire to various corners of the camp. The beastmen couldn’t help but sniff, tasting the delicious scent, causing large amounts of saliva to pool in their mouths.
Jima closed her eyes, using the piece of fried pork as a medium, she began to curse. The malicious smoke filled with the curse penetrated the nostrils of the beastmen, spreading the curse.
“So fragrant, I can’t take it.” The horned beast stood up, reaching his dirty hand towards the meowing orange cat, “Just roast it and eat.”
Before his hand could touch Lianxi Cat, a sharp pain shot through his ankle, as if he had twisted it.
He fell to the ground, cursing: “How could I twist it like this?”
Pain surged through his ankle, and he glanced at the joint of his hoof, finding it swollen. Intense agony continuously tormented his nerves, as if some invisible creature was gnawing at his foot.
“How could this happen?” His companion nearby laughed, but as he stood, he gasped, covering his knee, “It hurts like hell.”
“Me too, my foot hurts.”
“It hurts!”
The horned beasts that could stand were limping. Jima had already cursed their ankle joints, stuffing them full with gout stones.
But not every beastman was in so much pain they couldn’t stand; the leading horned beast, not too affected, stood up and shouted, “Quick! Those who can walk, gather! There’s a curse!”
The limping horned beasts hurriedly picked up their weapons.
Jima leaped over the bushes, flapped her wings, and flew into the air, showcasing her “branch axe gun,” shouting in beastman language: “I, today, am going to single-handedly kill all you scumbags!”
The large horned beast grabbed a long axe and roared at Jima. All the beastmen were staring at Jima who had suddenly jumped out, no one noticed a fireball suddenly charging in and exploding on the large horned beast, the expanding flames igniting the fur of all beastmen within a twenty-meter radius.
Eve Frostleaf, with her long legs, crossed over the bewildered beastmen in just a few steps, leaping high, and her twin swords plunged diagonally into the collarbone of the large horned beast, pulling them out, blood gushing everywhere.
The large horned beast immediately lost its fighting ability, collapsing to the ground, but Eve Frostleaf did not finish it off; instead, she wielded her ice and fire dual swords, attacking the remaining beastmen.
Someone is down!
Jima was elated, focusing on the fog-like pain energy filled in the large horned beast’s chest. She folded her wings and dove down, thrusting her axe into the chest of the large horned beast. The beast widened its eyes unwillingly:
“Coward! This is a sneak attack.”
Clearly, these two powerful supers could have defeated her small squad head-on, yet they still had to sneak attack this large horned beast, not giving any chance at all, making her increasingly indignant.
Jima twisted the axe gun forcefully, pulling it out; the seven-colored desire in the large horned beast’s chest vanished, and the fog-like pain energy flowed into Jima’s hands along the axe handle.
“Frostleaf, great coordination.” Jima tilted her head, dodging an arrow, and flew back up, “You left me a breath.”
The beastmen scattered in a panic. With the curse making one foot afflicted with acute gout, they were unable to walk at all, managing only to hop on one foot, limping, and were quickly caught up by Eve Frostleaf draped in a green cloak, slashing them half to death.
The two formed an increasingly skilled collaboration; at first, Eve Frostleaf couldn’t grasp Jima’s kill line, intentionally leaving half-alive beastmen, while Jima harvested and communicated at the same time.
Gradually, Eve Frostleaf learned Jima’s kill line, and their slaughter efficiency increased.
By the time they reached the last group of beastmen, Jima shouted:
“Just injure them.”
Eve Frostleaf lifted her twin swords towards the river and chanted a few words: “Needle shape, wave shape.”
The water turned into waves, containing ice spikes, leaping from the river and crashing into the fleeing beastmen towards the woods. In an instant, there were continuous cries of despair; the ice-water mixture splashed onto them, freezing their fur stiff and penetratingly cold.
With the enhancement of pain energy, Jima moved as fast as a ghost, swiftly weaving through the forest, and in less than fifteen seconds, she killed all remaining twenty beastmen.
“Collecting heads is so satisfying.” Jima looked up at the system time.
It only took sixteen minutes.
Returning, Jima untied Lianxi Cat at once.
“Master!” Lianxi Cat transformed back into a cat-eared maid, leaping into Jima’s arms, “Thank you for coming to save me! I thought I would never see you again.”
“I was very worried about you, but the divination was disturbed by the Mother of All Beasts.” Jima gently pushed away Lianxi, who hadn’t yet fully matured, “What would I do if you died?”
Just thinking about having to chop and wash vegetables by herself in the future made Jima grateful that fate hadn’t abandoned Lianxi.
Lianxi’s tears flowed abundantly, dripping down her cheeks, her eyes turning red as she wiped them with the back of her hand and choked, “Master, sniffle, you’re so wonderful.”
Jima asked with concern, “Are you hungry, Lianxi?”
Lianxi’s tears welled up again: “I’m hungry, Master.”
“Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“It’s time for a meal; I’ll cook for you myself.” Jima smiled: “Now, you can sleep first. In the dream palace, chop three pounds of pork ribs and cut five green peppers… Got it?”
“Master is so nice.” Lianxi nodded, “As you command.”
Lianxi instantly turned into a cat, first going to the river to pee, then climbing up a tree to curl up and make an effort to fall asleep.
Jima watched Lianxi Cat, forcibly pulling her into the dream, feeling a wave of happiness in her heart.
So good, I don’t have to worry about handling the ingredients myself.
To catch Eve Frostleaf at noon, she had personally gutted a frozen fish and scraped off its scales, truly troublesome.
Jima glanced back at the campsite filled with corpses; the campfires had all been extinguished by Eve Frostleaf, but she couldn’t find Eve Frostleaf.
She wouldn’t just leave without saying anything, right?
Jima hurriedly tossed a silver coin to divine Eve Frostleaf’s location, ultimately finding her behind a tree far from the camp, where the battlefield was undetectable.
Leaning against the tree, she was leisurely biting into an “elf cookie.” Jima recognized this piece of elven cookie was the same one from noon.
“Frostleaf.”
Eve Frostleaf slightly tilted her head to look at her.
Jima initially wanted to invite her for dinner but thought of her earlier rejection and couldn’t say it.
Eve Frostleaf’s gemstone-like green eyes looked at Jima under the dim light.
Jima suddenly thought of a joke. Holding on to the idea of trying anything, she said, “You might not believe it, but my cat can do backflips. Would you like to come see it at my house?”
“Fat, really?”
“Of course! Want to see?”
Eve Frostleaf nodded, and Jima was overjoyed.
“Great, then accept my dream seed now and sleep.”
Eve Frostleaf nodded slightly, and after Jima turned to leave, she quietly tucked the bitten cookie into the bushes.
After walking away, Jima clenched her fists in delight.
This is possible! The heart of a girl, truly a needle in the bottom of the sea.
She couldn’t wait to open the dream palace, wanting to go back immediately, but upon seeing the numerous beastman corpses, she couldn’t help rubbing her hands together, turned around, squatting by the beastman’s bodies, and skillfully searched through the corpses for loot.
Meanwhile, in the dream palace, Lianxi, who had been given high hopes, suddenly sneezed.
