Out of the stockade, further north into the fertile plain, at the end of the plain is the continuous Mogu Mountains. Bran had to traverse the plains and then cross the Mogu Mountains before he could enter the Trials. The mountain range acts as a barrier separating the wilderness from civilization.

There are large and small settlements in this plain, and the number of northland settlements has always been small, ranging from dozens to thousands, and most of them are maintained at about a few hundred. Gathering too many people in a limited area is a disaster for the Northlanders. Fortunately, the Northland is vast enough, and the current Northland people only occupy a corner. As long as the gateway to the north is guarded, then sufficient space for survival and development can be guaranteed.

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Bran stumbled forward, his current small body struggling to navigate through the grass. The black cat Flowey was lying in his arms as always, which made his situation even more difficult. Habits are always terrible, even in this more difficult situation, the black cat Flowey is still habitually in Bran's arms, Bran habitually holds Flowey, and the two sides do not feel anything wrong, as if only this is the only way to make sense.

In the current environment, Bran finds that even if he can detect various crises in advance, it is difficult to avoid them effectively. The main thing is that his current small body, speed and stamina prevent him from making the best response. What bothers Bran even more was that natural evolution always found a better way out, and in this environment, he was unexpectedly unable to perceive the hidden hunters in advance, and they blended in perfectly with the environment. Usually when Bran spots the opponent, the opponent also enters the effective attack range.

Bran was careless, the confines of the castle were not at all comparable to the purely natural environment. This also puts him in a real crisis, and a pack of jackals surrounds him. These disgusting-looking guys are now drooling and circling around him. Flowey attacks several times before being called back by Bran. Although the neck of these guys was scratched open, it did not hurt the blood vessels under the neck, and the evolution of nature once again taught Bran an impressive lesson.

Humans compensate for their own shortcomings through intelligence and tools, while animals in nature respond to various injuries by directly evolving their own bodies. Flowey's effective attacks on humans become less lethal when switched to animals. If you're just facing one or two jackals, Bran and Flowey can easily deal with them. But when faced with a group of people, coupled with the influence of the surrounding environment, Bran found that he could not perform at all. The jackals were bobbling through the grass, and his knife could not be taken out of his hand. Once out of his hand, the chains that control the Shortknife will become entangled in the Grass Path, and if the Shortknife cannot be retracted, it will only put him in an even greater crisis.

A jackal is too careless and wants to distract Bran from the back of the interview. A flash of light swept across its neck, and this time it was not as lucky as its previous companion, its throat was sliced open, and it jumped a few steps before falling to the ground, beginning the last struggle of its life.

Bran's weapon also showed flaws at this point. If he had a spear, or a long knife, he wouldn't be embarrassed. He had habitually come in with bits and pieces to deal with the human mind, and now he had to pay for his carelessness.

Bran could only walk slowly, staggeringly, trying to get out of the meadow, as long as there was a few meters of open territory, he could kill or drive away these hateful creatures with relative ease. But no, even if he took his perception to the extreme, there was still nothing in his perception.

Now we can only compete with the will, and compete with each other to see who can't hold on first. Bran walked forward firmly, and the jackals circled around him patiently.

Another flash of swords, the third guy with his throat cut.

The guys became more and more cautious, carefully testing Bran's attack range, constantly teasing Bran. The dense grass obscured Bran's vision, making him feel very uncomfortable as he was used to sight. Although the magic network can still feedback all kinds of information, especially in the direct coverage of the magic network, this feedback is more accurate and clear, but if you are not used to it, you are not used to it, which makes him hesitate a little. At this time, the black cat Flowey had jumped to the ground, and followed by his side.

A jackal dog that tried to attack Flowey was found by Flowey to find an opportunity, hugged his neck directly, and bit his throat tightly, and then Bran stayed by Flowey's side, watching the jackal gradually stop struggling.

He could hear the howling and commotion of the jackals around him, but there was no fear or retreat.

Let's get here first, Bran stopped. The smell of blood will attract all kinds of predators, and the chaos may give you a chance to leave. But before that, take a portion of this jackal as food.

Bran dissected the jackal's back and removed the two pieces of flesh attached to the vertebrae. At this time, the three guys who went around Bran thought they had caught the opportunity. They held their claws out to Bran's back, and Bran's knife light unfolded again, and the two guys with their broken claws ran away with a wail, and one with their necks cut off became the new meal.

Now Bran was sitting in front of the corpses of the two jackals, holding one piece of meat in his hand and slowly biting it one by one, while Flowey was munching on the other. The surrounding jackals burrowed through the grass and made a rattling sound, as well as the howls they called to their kind.

Bran didn't understand why the jackals were so entangled with themselves that it wasn't the season to lack food, and that the jackals should have good intelligence. Especially after killing several of them themselves, they should give up, which is not the reaction of a good group of predators.

I must have overlooked something, so I caused such a result, but what did I ignore?

Originally, Bran hoped that there would be a few white wolves among the beasts attracted by the blood, so he could follow the white wolves away. But as the rustling in the grass grew, Bran no longer had that luxury.

The dragon gold, assimilated by Bran, slowly opened, covering the surface of his and Flowey's bodies like skin. This time I am afraid it will be a hard-fought battle, and it is no longer the previous temptation. But why is that? Hard-hitting is in Bran's favor, and Bran is worried about the endless harassment. As long as he was in his range, he didn't mind telling the beasts what Bran's knife was.