Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 700 Little Cutie

The bird was more human-like than Milo had imagined.

From the bird's perspective, the human in front of it might be more bird-friendly than it had imagined.

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In conclusion, the large bird disguised as a woman carried Milo away from the ancient tree.

They didn't even need any verbal communication, although that would have been difficult to achieve anyway.

This puzzled Milo a little. Logically speaking, if it was afraid of revealing its gender, shouldn't it have rushed over to silence it?

Birds might indeed have a different thought process than humans...

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"I've placed you in the dense forest area. I hope you'll be sensible and not come back to cause trouble..."

To everyone's astonishment, the giant bird spoke human language.

"So it turns out it can speak human language!"

Milo couldn't help but wonder what all that chirping and cawing from the big birds meant earlier.

“Our clan’s capital… Oh, then you’re definitely not a native.” The great bird Milo’s reaction was also somewhat surprising.

The implication is that the locals should all know that their people can speak human language.

The large bird had originally carried Milo down to the lower dense forest, where, according to it, it could avoid the sight of other aerial predators.

However, after realizing that Milo was not a native at all, it changed direction and headed towards the darker area to the southeast when viewed from above.

“I overlooked something. You do look smaller than the Hiers and are so ignorant. I guess you must be an exiled Inganok. But I can’t get close to that city. At most, I can put you on the main road that leads there. That’s all I can do.” The big bird’s thoughts were very clear, and all his analysis was wrong.

“You’re such a good bird,” Milo exclaimed.

He still couldn't understand why the top predator would take such good care of him, such a weak and powerless lump of food.

The big bird quickly revealed the real reason:

"Don't misunderstand. You Inganok people are cursed. Lately, even the cold spiders on the high mountains have died suddenly after eating them... The rumors from the high priests say it's because the god you serve has died. I don't know about these things. You just need to know that I won't eat you. In return, you can stay in Inganok with that curse."

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A curse, the death of the supreme god…

Milo quickly picked up on the fragmented information.

So, it really is a dream world...

The chief god is dead? Not necessarily truly dead, but certainly not coming back anytime soon. It's just unknown which of the fallen gods the Inganok worships…

Just as Milo's thoughts were racing, a huge arrow, comparable to the mast of a ship, carrying a fireball, tore through the shadows to the south and headed straight for Milo and the big bird. It was incredibly fast.

In that instant, Milo felt dizzy, as if a black gust of wind had violently swept over his head.

The large bird staggered and spun around in the air, barely dodging the giant arrow, but it was so startled that it scattered feathers all over the sky.

About two breaths later, a long, booming sound came from the far distance behind them, echoing in the valley for a long time.

The enormous object that brushed against the head of the man and the bird probably crashed into something like a mountain cliff.

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"Damn it! The giant in the city spotted us! How can that thing have such sharp eyesight! Good luck to you!"

The large bird panicked and carelessly tossed Milo into the bushes beside the main road before fleeing frantically at low altitude, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

So the half-crippled Milo was left standing by the roadside.

But he dared not linger in such a horrible place, and quickly dragged his battered body toward the dense forest.

……

Milo still hadn't seen the outline of the city walls of "Inganok".

Moreover, he knew little about the Cold Plains behind this city-state, which was known as the "untouchable land." He only knew that it was the homeland of the strange-looking Cold Plains people, humanoid creatures with horns, hooves, and tails. Compared to their ugly appearance, the despicable nature of this race was more widely known.

Milo deduced that the guys who had thrown him into the warehouse while he was in a semi-comatose state were the Cold Plains people.

Besides rubies and onyx, alien slaves were also one of the main commodities traded by the Cold Plains people. This was some information I had learned from the Eternal Kingdom, but that was all.

……

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Milo desperately needs to find a civilized society.

But it's clear that Inganok is no longer a good choice, at least not the first option.

As the culprit who sent someone's god into the abyss, Milo felt it best to stay away from that area for the time being, especially given the rumors of some kind of curse...

But as far as he knew, Inganok was a city-state situated right between this untouchable land and the southern civilized continent; further east lay the vast Twilight Ocean…

...

As he ventured deeper into the jungle, he roughly organized his thoughts.

Based on his experience, there was only one feasible and reliable way to return to the world of lucidity: to enter the underground city of the giants through the Enchanted Forest, pass through the Tomb of Sin, find the ghoul territory in the Pans Canyon, and then return to the world of lucidity through the spatial passage of the ghoul's lair to see those familiar faces. Most importantly, Milo was not sure what the result of the huge price he had paid was, whether those he thought should not have died had survived... and this imagined path was one that Milo had once traveled back and forth.

He also roughly knew the location of the Enchanted Forest relative to the Cold Plains.

But the problem now is that, in his current state, he might not be able to get to such a distant place alive, especially since those two areas are even separated by the sea...

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That makes sense, so we should focus on surviving first.

What does Milo need?
Fear? The flesh and blood of those in power? Or the power of faith?
No, what he needs most right now is simple water, food, and warmth.

Shadow has its needs, CCD has its needs, and a critically wounded mortal also has his own needs.

Milo is now facing wilderness survival, and this wilderness is no ordinary wilderness...

But perhaps after the gods of dreams fell, luck began to smile on Milo again, and he soon obtained the three things he needed most at the moment.

Well, after passing through a frost-covered thicket of bushes, Milo stumbled and fell headfirst into something very soft.

To be precise, they are two very soft things.

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Now let us recall the humanoid skeletons we saw earlier at the top of the ancient tree, the ones that had been impaled and killed.

They are almost 1.5 times the size of ordinary humans, and they do not have horns, hooves, or tails, so they are not people from the cold plains.

Now, Milo is nestled in the bosom of one of the women of this race.

That's correct, isn't it?
The three most needed things—water, food, and warmth—are all available now…

...

The significant size difference meant that, when both were fully upright, Milo's head could only reach that spot...

Unfortunately, that wonderful feeling of suffocation only lasted for a moment.

The good news is that the other party didn't punch Milo and send him flying. Instead, she calmly lifted the dirty "little guy" out of her arms and looked him up and down with great curiosity.

Her gaze shifted several times.

Milo felt himself being scrutinized with various gazes, such as those of an alien race, food, and an invader. Finally, the gaze lingered on... the kind of gaze one would give a pet.

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Now switch to Milo's perspective.

That's right, you have to look up.

The spectacular scene from his perspective at this moment would inevitably elicit a "Wow!" from anyone who saw it.

The two enormous blessed objects, which had just been stained by the blood on his face, almost completely blocked Milo's view, making it impossible for him to see the face of the tall woman in front of him clearly.

This is probably the "Xiren" mentioned by the male-female giant bird.

It's hard to imagine that in the cold, frigid forests of the remote plains, the Hiyans don't need to wrap their bodies in heavy animal hides, but instead wear light leather hunter suits, with most of their limbs exposed to the air, such as the "abyss" that Milo just plunged into.

Furthermore, unlike other races from frigid regions, they do not have abundant body hair; their skin is smooth and delicate, its texture almost unrecognizable as that of a living being…

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Both sides remained very calm after their close encounter in the forest.

Milo consciously took a step back, and now he could finally see the full appearance of the woman in front of him.

This is a young girl.

She was very young, extremely young, with a touch of childishness in her face, though the gray-white striped makeup on her cheeks successfully concealed that.

Although she could be considered half a giant compared to Milo, her physique did not appear bulky or burly at all.

She is simply a hunter girl whose appearance is enlarged to the same scale as a human.

What Milo found most strange was that the other person didn't have much of the wildness of a wilderness hunter; instead, he exuded a subtle "nobility."

Perhaps it's because of her looks?
Perhaps it comes from that elegant head of silver hair?

Hard to say...

After losing his communion body, Milo was unsure whether he still had an accurate judgment about bloodlines.

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The two sides just stared at each other like that.

After a while, the girl slung the longbow over her shoulder, put her hands on her knees and bent down, staring at Milo with a curious expression.

She blinked her azure eyes.

Asked softly:

Are you hurt, little cutie?

(End of this chapter)