Warlord

Zero had to admit how beautiful that beautiful figure was when she was shuttling back and forth between the mutated plants. Atasha’s movements were light and agile, with a hint of dancing in the air. With a leap, she seemed to draw the attention of the onlookers, as if the heart of the entire world was beating.

From her soft, boneless hands, to her shockingly curved waist, and then to her long, firm legs. When she moved, her body naturally showed a rhythmic beauty, making it almost impossible for her to look away from the elegant figure.

Just this morning, Gunnar had asked the chief of the Shinryan clan to take Atetha and her two companions away from Death Canyon, to save more time crossing Death’s Ridge. At first, she didn’t want to, because she and many of the Shamans had a natural hostility towards outsiders like Zero. But like the rest of the people, she had only the highest respect for Gunnar, who had almost changed the fate of the Shapeshifters.

Since the request had been made by Gunnar, neither the patriarch nor Natasha could afford to dishonor him. That was why the black girl was unwillingly bringing Zero along. As if to vent her anger, Atasha brought the two of them and stabbed them into the dangerous mutated plants. Fortunately, before they left, Gunther gave them some powder.

The powder could cover up the smell of Zero and Mony, making most of the mutated plants on Death’s Ridge treat them like normal trees. However, this powder was useless against mutated beasts. This was the reason why the two of them had been able to find the zero point after traversing the forest last night, but were instead attacked by the Firelizard Snake.

After a long journey without stopping, Atasha and Zero were fine, but Monnie couldn’t take it anymore. The silver-haired girl’s face was covered in sweat. As she was constantly travelling, her body temperature was constantly rising, causing her face to flush abnormally red. She was less hostile to the girl, who was only twelve or thirteen years old.

Furthermore, although Monnie was still a minor, she had already displayed the astonishing potential of a peerless beauty. As for beautiful things, Atisa, who had lived in the jungle all her life, knew how to appreciate them. Although she didn’t say it out loud, she did like Monnie quite a bit. Seeing how tired the little girl was, Atasha couldn’t bear to keep walking. Besides, the person she was hostile to didn’t even gasp for breath.

Seeing Zero’s expression, Atasha knew that even if he ran for a day, Zero might not be exhausted before her.

Thus, the three of them found a place to rest. Atasha had grown up in the Death’s Ridge, unlike an outsider like Zero, the black girl could easily distinguish between normal plants and mutated humans. Under Atasha’s lead, they found a relatively safe forest area and rested under a towering cedar tree.