Wilderness Survival Live Stream in Another World
I once lived beneath the towering canopy of the Beastwood Rainforest, where I slew a Golden Behemoth in single combat. I have traversed the fetid, corpse-laden Wasteland of Rot, standing shoulder to shoulder with death knights. I have infiltrated the blazing City of Molten Fire to steal the power core of a Steel Golem, and wandered the surreal Elemental Plane astride the Lord of Earth. My name is Ling Mo, a master of martial arts. Right now, I am streaming live from the Abyssal Plane. Take a look at the magma wasteland behind me—honestly, the stench of sulfur here is unbearable, but I—wait! There’s a Balrog up ahead! Balrogs are robust and rich in nutrients, enough to sustain me for several days. As long as I remove the head, the rest is perfectly edible. Heh heh! Heheheh! That was the literary version. Here’s the brief version: Streaming route—Beastwood Rainforest (primarily nature-type beasts), Wasteland of Rot (necromancy), City of Molten Fire (mechanical), Elemental Plane (phantasm), Abyssal Plane (demonic). Further adventures to be determined.
Wilderness Survival Live Stream in Another World
Noiafa Continent, Amarin Principality, Amast Tropical Rainforest.
Catherine was maintaining several faintly rosy magic shields. Their color was dim, circling her in gentle rotation. Whenever the blood-eyed toads around her spat their blood arrows, the shields would flare brightly, whipping into place with lightning speed to intercept. The blood arrows would hiss as they struck the shields, stopping dead, and then, in the next instant, would ricochet back along their original trajectory, smashing apart the toads that had attacked.
Seven or eight blood arrows from all directions were reflected by the shields, and several toads were blasted apart midair. It showcased Catherine’s exquisite control over magic, but her increasingly pallid face and ragged breathing left no doubt—she was at the end of her strength.
The blood-eyed toads besieging her were each the size of a human head. Their backs were not warty and uneven like ordinary toads, but arranged in neat, overlapping scales that gleamed with a deep brown luster. Clearly, these were battle-hardened beasts; the death of over a dozen companions had not cowed them, only stoked their ferocity. The leader, a toad easily a foot square, showed flashes of intelligence as it croaked encouragement to its underlings, urging them on. Their large prey was about to collapse. Once she was down, they could paralyze her with their venom and haul her back to the nest—come spring, its young would surely thrive!
Catherine flicked her sweat-soaked bangs aside, revealing a bitter smile. She spoke to the swirling magica
