Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 63 - 60 Collapsing Beast New Year’s Extra Update_1

63: Chapter 60 Collapsing Beast (New Year’s Extra Update)_1

63: Chapter 60 Collapsing Beast (New Year’s Extra Update)_1

“Our tribe currently has a total of 306 members, of which 32 are unhatched eggs, 58 are in their juvenile stage, and the rest are prime adults—all outstanding Trap Makers.

Including myself, there are twelve who have unlocked a Professional template, with the lowest having three Professional Levels, and I possess seven Professional Levels,” Susie obviously came prepared, as she rattled off the details of her tribe with ease.

If Gaven had agreed without even understanding the situation, she would have had her doubts about whether to take the risk of migrating with her people.

“Hmm!

And your opponents?” Gaven asked, nodding continuously as he listened.

The tribe was truly at the forefront of war, with a remarkably high content of value, especially in terms of the level ratio of the Professionals.

What excited Gaven most was the tribe’s professional inclination, which was not only highly beneficial for defense but also naturally skilled in construction.

Trap Maker was a profession that Gaven had never heard of before.

But it didn’t impede Gaven from deducing Susie’s professional inclination from the magic power fluctuations emanating from her.

This profession was definitely inclined toward affinity with Earth Elements, and they had a unique advantage in manipulating the land—pitfalls undoubtedly being their most skilled type of trap, which was reflected in the name of their tribe.

“Our sworn enemy is called Blood Claw.

The number of Hobgoblins isn’t that much, only slightly more than a hundred.

Their most formidable force is a squad of Wolf Cavalry, but they dominate all the Goblins around our tribe.

In their own tribe, they have about five hundred Goblin slaves on standby, but once war breaks out, they can summon at least twice that number,” Susie replied truthfully, as the matter concerned the life and death of her kin and she dared not falsify the information.

“If without our intervention, how long can your tribe hold out in its current condition?” Gaven threw another question her way.

Susie obviously hadn’t considered this question before.

She calculated briefly and said, “If Blood Claw Tribe only attempts to blockade and siege us, we could barely hold out for over two months.

But if they recklessly drive their Goblins to launch an attack, it’s hard to say.

From the current situation, the behavior pattern of Blood Claw Tribe is becoming more and more aggressive, because they see our tribe like a thorn in their side; they cannot comfortably expand outward without pulling us out.”

“I’ve completely understood the situation now.

You go rest, have a good meal, and sleep well.

I will give you an answer after you wake up,” said Gaven, then turned to Zack and instructed, “Since she is your guest, make sure she is well taken care of.”

“Yes, Leader,” Zack replied.

“Thank you for the audience, Leader,” Susie expressed her gratitude, not continuing to plead as she knew it was futile; groveling could not sway his thoughts—or at least, not in the case of this particular human.

“Wait,” just as Susie was about to step out the door, she was called back by Gaven.

“Do you have further orders, Leader?” Susie quickly turned around, her eyes betraying an undeniable joy.

“What is this Collapsing Beast Hunting Area you mentioned?

What is a Collapsing Beast?” This was a very unfamiliar name; even if Gaven was a reincarnated Legendary Warrior, it did not mean he knew everything, especially about those unique creatures in more remote areas.

The glint in Susie’s eyes that had just emerged dimmed again as she answered honestly, “Collapsing Beasts are a type of large Magic Beast unique to the Rocklands.

They have the ability to cause landslides.

As they charge at their prey, they bring a huge amount of rolling rocks with them.

They prefer to live in steep areas with lots of loose rocks.

There is such an area between our two tribes; it’s a necessary path, and at least five Collapsing Beasts live there.”

“There are such Magic Beasts?” Gaven’s eyes brightened with thought, and he waved his hand, saying, “Okay, I got it.”

Zack took the worried Susie away.

In such situations, his silence was more fitting than any words he might have said.

After seeing off the two Gnolls, Gaven began to consider the forces at his disposal.

Upon hearing Susie’s introduction, Gaven had already determined—this Pitfall Tribe, he was going to secure it.

However, how to secure it was a question of strategy.

Setting aside whether Blood Claw Tribe was a hassle, at the very least, he intended to keep Susie on tenterhooks for a while; things too easily obtained were seldom cherished.

Now she was seeking his help, not him actively seeking to annex their tribe.

For the Blackwell Tribe right now, the Blood Claw Tribe was indeed a formidable enemy, especially during this kind of migration and retreat, which was different from regular warfare.

It was not about how many enemies were killed to measure victory or defeat, but about ensuring how many Gnolls from the Pitfall Tribe could be safely evacuated to Blackwell Tribe as the standard.

In terms of tactical choice, there is a huge difference between the two; the difficulty might not be as high as imagined.

To devise a meticulous strategy, merely listening to Susie’s description was not enough.

Gaven decided to take a trip with Susie in person to observe the surrounding terrain before devising a more detailed tactic.

Regarding Gaven’s decision, Susie not only had no objections but actually felt more relaxed.

The more seriously Gaven took this matter, the greater the possibility of their success, and although Gaven hadn’t made his stance clear from the beginning, his actions had said it all.

He was taking the Pitfall Tribe very seriously and was making comprehensive tactical plans.

The Pitfall Tribe was located to the north of the Blackwell Tribe, nestled in a small valley nearly twenty kilometers away.

To put it nicely, this valley, surrounded by mountains on three sides, was easy to defend but hard to attack.

To put it unpleasantly, it was a dead end.

If the only entrance was blocked, it wouldn’t be long before they faced the dire situation of running out of food.

They had been able to hold out against the Blood Claw Tribe for so long thanks to the unique terrain here, but now they were in a dilemma because of it.

The twenty-kilometer route was not easy to traverse, filled with various twisty and narrow paths.

Particularly, the portion of the territory of the Collapsing Beasts that Susie initially emphasized as most difficult to navigate was a nearly five-hundred-meter-deep valley filled with disordered rocks, flanked by two stone-covered slopes.

For a few people, stealthily sneaking through might be feasible, but once the numbers increased, passing through there would definitely provoke an attack from the Collapsing Beasts.

To personally witness the might of these unique magic beasts, Gaven herded a small flock of Rock Sheep into the rocky valley.

At the top of the slope, large boulders suddenly sprouted long tentacles, each topped with a big round disk like orange-red eyeballs that twisted back and forth.

Upon sighting the flock of Rock Sheep, they immediately protruded eight crab-like, sharp, and long legs that deeply pierced into the surrounding mountain’s soil.

Suddenly, the earth and stones within a ten-meter radius of it started shaking, and in the next second, they turned into countless rolling stones that thundered toward the flock of Rock Sheep.

After that, the Collapsing Beast flailed its eight sharp crab legs and charged down riding the flow of rolling stones as if it were on flat ground.

The Rock Sheep in the midst of the stones fully demonstrated their climbing and leaping abilities, evading most of the rolling stone barrage, but due to the sheer number of stones, any sheep that were even grazed found it hard to recover, and soon, they were hit by other rolling rocks and buried underneath.

These peculiar Collapsing Beasts were also adept at coordinated combat; when the first beast’s attack was nearly done, the second beast’s rolling stone attack arrived, trapping the flock of Rock Sheep in the middle, completing a perfect harvest.

All eight Rock Sheep were unable to escape and were all crushed beneath the rolling stones created by the Collapsing Beasts.

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