You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 94 The Lake and the Blood
The trolls finally reached the heart of the woods.

The scene in front of him was beyond Guabulak's knowledge.

In the depths of the beech forest—

It turned out to be a huge lake!
The rising heat from the lake mixed with the rain of sweat on the trolls' bodies, exuding a stifling stench.

The trolls continued to move forward with the heat they had never felt before, and they reached the edge of the lake.

When the mist is removed, the lake water is as soft and pure as velvet, showing a light blue hue.

There are also stones and gravel at the bottom of the lake.

Occasionally, there are fish swimming in the water, and their figures flash like lightning.

A few bubbles appear on the lake from time to time.

Waves of steaming water vapor rise and fall with the breeze.

The sun shines through the leaves of the big trees by the lake, forming a colorful interlacing of light and shadow on the water.

Whenever the breeze blows, the leaves make a rustling sound.

On the shore of the lake is a thick grass, green grass, soft and comfortable.

There are also some boulders scattered on the grass, and the surface of the stones is covered with moss.

The trolls who grew up in the cold and harsh Daxue Mountain have never seen such a scene.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Boss, let me tell you, is there really hot water in this world?" Grox couldn't help but asked Guabulak, who was walking by the hot spring lake.

It made me stupid to ask Guabulak at once.

Yes, is there really hot water in this world?
Guabrak squatted down and touched the lake water with his hand.

An unprecedented heat spread from his blue fingers to his whole body.

It's the exact opposite of the warm current brought about by level promotion.

One is from the outside to the inside, and the other is from the inside to the outside.

"It's hot water!" Guabulaq's voice was filled with undisguised surprise.

Although the mysteries of the Promised Land had been expected, the discovery this time still made the experienced troll leader a little unbelievable.

Individual trolls sometimes use simple stone pots to heat melted snow.

For example, to make herbal medicine or animal blood ink and so on.

But these are exceptions.

Most trolls simply don't have that patience.

When I am thirsty, I directly hold a handful of snow and put it in my mouth.

Just be careful and don't eat things you shouldn't eat.

Not to mention waiting for the water to heat up, many trolls don't even have the patience to roast the meat.

Of course, if you really put barbecue in front of the trolls, most trolls will still give up raw meat and choose cooked meat.

In short, hot water is basically a rare item that appears together with the concept of "trouble" in the life of the "Big Stick Clan".

No one would have thought that in nature, especially in a ghostly place like the Extreme Northern White Desert, there would be lakes full of hot water.

The other trolls in the battle team noticed the leader's surprised expression and stepped forward to put their hands into the water.

The results were more violent than the last.

In addition to being shocked, Leige had quick eyesight and quick hands, stabbing a small transparent fish to death with his nails.

Then put it in your mouth and chew it.

Immediately showed a look of satisfaction.

Guabulak held up a puddle of lake water with his wide palm, smelled it, and felt a faint smell.

Still hesitating whether to try it or not, I saw that Leige and Valak had already started a fishing competition.

They threw one small fish after another into their mouths, not only did they not seem to feel the slightest discomfort, but they also enjoyed the taste of these small fish.

That being the case, Guabrak no longer struggled, and drank the lake water directly.

Ever since he entered the Promised Land with the trolls of the combat team, his vigilance has dropped a lot.

But truth be told, even the lowest level of vigilance is an overreaction in this god-given land of trolls.

He still has to slowly adjust himself.

Unlike the smell, the lake water does not taste any peculiar smell after drinking it, but it is a bit salty.

The hot water passed through his throat, slightly stinging, making Guabulak's already hot body even hotter.

After giving some instructions to the other trolls, he continued walking east along the lake alone.

The lake is surrounded by dense zelkova trees.

These zelkova trees are tall and straight, guarding this unusually large lake.

After walking for nearly 10 minutes, Guabulak did not know how much sweat shed, and the woods finally came to an end.

What caught Guabraque's eyes was a gurgling river.

On the land on both sides of the river bank, there are many footprints that obviously belong to various animals.

However, there are no particularly obvious footprints of large beasts like the footprints of the snowstorm bear.

Guabulak walked along the small river protruding from this "hot air lake" for another ten minutes. He didn't find anything unusual, so he stopped, carefully observed the flow of the river, and stretched out his fingers to feel it.

It was finally confirmed that it was heading east.

It seems that the "hot water lake" in this God-promised land is actually the source of a river itself.

The touch just now made Guabulak notice that the water temperature of the river here is slightly lower than the temperature of the hot water lake.

He looked at the river that seemed to extend infinitely to the east, and seemed to realize something.

He lowered his body again, picked up some river water and tasted it.

Unlike lake water, the salty taste in the river water is almost gone, and the mouth is relatively less hot.

It is conceivable that as the river continues to flow eastward, the water temperature should drop further, and the surrounding temperature will not be as high as that of the lakeside.

Then maybe in a certain section of the river, there is a drinking place suitable for a long-haired beast like Snowstorm Bear!

But this is all still speculation.

Guabrak didn't choose to go back the same way, but waded across the small river, walked back to the lake from the other side of the river, and then circled around where the members of the combat team stayed before.

He also took out the map he carried with him and drew pictures of the lake as he walked.

By the time he returned to the starting point, the restless trolls had already discovered the wonderful use of the hot water lake and jumped into the lake to take a bath.

On weekdays, trolls clean themselves by rolling in the snow.

Now I went down to the hot water lake for a try, and found that although it was ridiculously hot, the dirt and mud on my body could be easily washed off.

What the trolls care about is not the dirt, but the northern fleas and bugs that live in the dirt.

Although they can't cause any substantial damage to the tough skin of the trolls in most cases, if there are too many of them, there will always be "extraordinarily lucky" ones who can find the trolls to make them out by themselves or drop them when hunting. His wounds disturbed people's peace.

The key trolls have to be very careful when dealing with these seemingly insignificant things, otherwise they will leave blood stains if they use a little force when they grab it with their hands.

It is equivalent to providing a new breakthrough for the pervasive northern fleas.

Soak in hot water and gently rub your hands twice, you can wash the dirty things together with the bugs into the lake.

When every troll after taking a bath feels dizzy and hot due to the high temperature, he does have a sense of refreshment.

Guabraque was not happy for his compatriots.

Because this piece of lake water has been polluted!
He watched helplessly as a large piece of black dirt that Togel rubbed off his body was decomposed by the hot water, and then turned the water around him black.

Some black scale is directly dissolved in the lake water, and some is floating on the lake surface.

Even Guabulak, who has always paid little attention to hygiene, realizes that this will not work.

You know, this is directly drinkable lake water, and there are even fish in it.

There is no doubt that the core of the entire Promised Land is this lake.

Even the river that Guabrak found earlier is relatively more suitable as a water source, the source is this "hot water lake".

Guabulak had a faint realization in his heart.

I am afraid that the cause of the isolated green field on the entire northern white desert is inseparable from this lake.

It's definitely not okay to let the trolls just bathe in the lake.

Thinking of this, Guabrak couldn't help thinking about whether the river water he drank earlier had been polluted by the bodies of other trolls.

And Leige, who was leaning on the water happily, happened to float to the shore at this time, and saw that Guabulak's face was not very good, he immediately understood it, stood up from the water, and blamed him who was still enjoying himself in the water. The other trolls yelled:

"You guys are real, hurry up and assemble!"

"I didn't expect to wait for the leader to come and take a bath together!"

"What about your consciousness?!"

Guabulak's face darkened, but he didn't say much.

By the time everyone dragged their feet back to shore, the lake closest to the shore had turned gray-black visibly to the naked eye.

The troll leader was very dissatisfied, but thinking that he did not forbid them to take a bath in the lake, he suppressed his growing irritable mood due to the hot and humid air:

"Since you have washed and washed, let's stop here."

"Our clan will soon officially occupy the God-promised land and this 'holy lake'."

"At that time, if you really want to use the water in the lake, I will go to Priest Yige to see if there is any way for humans."

"If it doesn't work, we can use the stone buckets we usually use to melt snow to scoop water."

"It is absolutely impossible to jump directly into the lake and pollute the lake like this time."

"Look for yourselves, how long has passed, and what this area has become!"

When the trolls heard that Guabrak directly called this "hot water lake" a holy lake, they all understood what he meant and nodded in agreement.

Obviously, the patriarch attaches great importance to this lake.

After all, I haven't seen him call any of the many trees a "holy tree" or simply call the entire beech forest a "holy forest".

Guabrak really attaches great importance to this lake, because controlling it is tantamount to controlling the lifeline of the entire Promised Land.

Likewise, contaminating or destroying it will inevitably deprive the entire area of ​​life.

Guabrak planned to build more outposts around the holy lake and even arrange special patrols when the clan established a stronghold in the Promised Land.

Protect the Holy Lake first, and then control the river flowing out of the Holy Lake.

When all the water sources in the Promised Land are mastered, it's time to build a city here!

Not a lair, not a fortress, but a city.

A city like a human!

What their advance team has to do now is to clean up the hidden dangers in this land that is destined to belong to the trolls.

It was dusk when the trolls set out again along the river that Gwabrak had discovered.

The team hurried east out of the woods.

Guabrak, who was in charge, carefully inspected the grassland to the east of the Promised Land, where the trolls had not yet set foot.

Sure enough, they found the huge footprints of Snowstorm Bear.

To be honest, the one-meter-long footprints accompanied by the collapsed turf can be seen from a long distance.

However, the goal is found, but the problem is still difficult.

Grox looked at the layers of "potholes" spreading eastward on the turf, and asked Guabrak uncertainly: "Boss, do we really want to continue going east?"

"I think the number of footprints is a bit too much."

"We're not going to run straight into a bunch of snow bears, are we?"

As he said that, he couldn't help but recall the experience when the combat team encountered a large group of snowstorm bears on Peak No.11.

It was a dangerous time.

If Guablac hadn't discovered it in time and led the team to retreat in advance.

It is estimated that everyone will have been torn apart by the continuous and blinding snowstorm.

Guabulak first affirmed Grox's judgment, but then shook his head:
"I estimate that if we follow the footprints, we will reach the watering place of snow bears, so if we really encounter snow bears there, I'm afraid we will encounter a large number of them."

"But we still have to go. Even if we determine the approximate location from a distance, it will save a lot of effort next time."

While speaking, Guabulak took out the map again, and drew the grassland more completely on it.

Grox knew that he could not persuade the leader, so he cheered up and put the trolls who were still laughing behind him into a state of alert.

In this way, the team continued eastward along the footprints in the grass.

Until the sun disappears completely, the moon begins to hang, and the grass turns back to mud.

Guabraque stopped suddenly.

Frowning, he grabbed a handful of wet and greasy soil from the ground, and fumbled it with his fingers.

Then I was worried that I was wrong, so I took a photo of the moon above my head.

My heart skipped a beat.

This soil is red!

The trolls behind also quickly discovered the problem.

For a moment, the whole team was in a state of panic, and everyone stepped as lightly as possible.

But the sound of slapping the ground still tenaciously echoed on the empty snow field, only occasionally disturbed by the sound of the river.

It didn't take long for Guabrak to stop again.

I saw his slightly bowed body froze, his eyes widened and he looked forward, his vertical pupils constricted.

Then came a little closer in disbelief.

The trolls behind them followed closely, and they couldn't believe their eyes——

On the big swampy land south of the river ahead.

The huge corpses of dozens of snow storm bears were piled on top of each other, forming a wall of death.

The blood-red color all over the mountains and plains spread from the "root of the wall" to the feet of the trolls.

Although the wall blocked their vision, making it impossible for them to know how many dead snowstorm bears were behind, but everything in front of them was terrifying enough.

The cold moonlight fell on the bodies of the snowstorm bears, reflecting their huge bodies.

Their original burly and powerful skeletons lost their vitality at this moment, showing a frozen posture.

The thick fur became fluffy and swayed gently in the cold wind.

The hair was covered with mud and blood, forming a chaotic motley.

The bloody smell permeated among the corpses had faded slightly due to the passage of time, but it was still clearly audible.

There is no breath of life in this towering wall of flesh and blood.

Death enveloped it, and there were whispers in the night wind, which made people feel creepy.

So Guabulak climbed up.

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(End of this chapter)