My Last Hunt

Journey (32)

Keep your hopes; we will definitely reach alive 

Wuza heard and the head nodded. It was best news he ever heard until now. He never thought that a revelation from other's mouth can bring happiness but this one did. His staggering hope turned concrete. Just half of it further and he will see the entrance of the Hightown. It was enough to glue up the broken hope. They jumped from the running lava line. It was fresh and could immediately burn them to ashes disregarding their level. It was tested that only level nine hunter could endure this liquid fire. 

"Take this weapon; I am afraid it would fell from my hand." Lowa sounded worried. The weapon was expensive. The further journey would render them helpless. Her head was shaking because of intense thirst. It was highly likely that the weapon would fell somewhere. Qiao got the weapon and held it around his waist securing tightly. They were jumping from the running lava and it should not fell in the lava rendering it useless. For lava it was nothing much but for a hunter it was level six limited edition weapon. Only if lava could understand what was the thing called limited edition. 

The fire only knows how to burn. It was up to the humans how they could use it for benefits. Lowa was grateful that she did her level up in the previous island else her body might not have endured until now. This present condition was evident why the monsters were forced to leave this island eventually. If Qiao had had enough time; he might create another path for the travelers of Middletown in the future. They could not speak much because their throats were parched. With the constant heated slaps of the wind; they were numb to it in the end. 

Saving the life of the avatar in the rpg was difficult. There was a fear that the in-game character would loss XP however when it turned out that a real life was running through the real deadly island; Qiao could only tell the difference. The in-game character can revive in the basic city while he running in the middle of the Volcanic Territory cannot run like pro or brag a pro. He was cautious and attentive. The lava suddenly busted from the nearest volcano. It was unexpected. He jumped backward and yelled others two to stop. 

This small mountain did not have to be this furious normally but what can he do against it. He sighed and turned around rejoicing that he was lucky. Another hour passed by and they were really tired now. Their throats were dry and they needed some shade for rest but it was nowhere. They missed the thick and lush forests which they ventured respectively. They always thought that nothing could be worse than a monster suddenly attacking from behind a bush. It turned out that they were wrong. A monster at least does intervals in the attack and plans how to face the hunter. 

Here the natural island was crueler than the monster. Surviving was always a challenge for humans; be it against monsters or the intense nature. Qiao felt his head hair drying out. He has the premonition of them falling like the autumn leave. It scared him. He was having some wild and strange thoughts running in his head. 'Perhaps my end is near' 'Or I can only reach to the level five and then dead?' 'What would happen if I could not complete the trap?' 'What would happen with his dreams' 'His younger sibling' 'And the retarded wicked hunter?' 

Muscles on his biceps were tearing apart with utmost dryness. Same happening with his thighs and he could feel. "All will turn fine once I reached the other end." He mumbled encouraging. "There will be a day when I will be known a successful businessman in the advanced world. Or I can debut in the entertainment industry? My presence body will be appreciated by lots of beauties and the money maker directors." He repeated his several times remembered speech. It was the kind of hope giving. There were lots more similar speeches which brew in his head in times of trouble. 

"Yeet; there are my enemies waiting me to kick at their bumps. How can I leave them hopeless? Come one Qiao its just an island not huge than the mountain Everest; not bigger than the waterfall, not troublesome like the traffic jam of the advance world." he kept mumbling almost confusing most of them. Wuza and Lowa were hearing tad bits of his words. They got focused how the hunter was able to speak that much. Their throats were dried out and if they tried to speak then they would end up crying. It would be deathly wishing. 

Since they cannot speak anything so they kept listening attentively what he was talking. Soon they were baffled and completely forgot their circumstances. The strange and miraculous words which they never heard before and the tone of the hunter was confusing them; they let their misery rest in peace and wanted to know what it was the brother hunter mumbling. Lowa thought that perhaps the intense circumstance bothered the hunter much and now he was out of his mind. Wuza was thinking differently. He always felt that brother hunter was capable of much feats rather than a normal hunter. This was the reason that he decided to follow him. 

No matter what would be the outcome however he would not regret it. Another hour passed. Qiao saw the surrounding and heaved a sigh. Finally the destination reached him. The truth that he reached the destination. The scalding heat which was intense tuned mild because they now far from the main territory of the Volcanic area. When they saw that brother hunter was no more speaking strange they noticed the difference. They cannot tell the level of happiness but if ever there was a level mentioned it was higher than the monarch level of happiness.