Chapter 151: The best wingman.
"How many?" Lee asked.
"I’d say ... nine." Xiao Lian said.
"Hmm ... that was also my guess." Lee said, "The only way to win now is to see who’ll kill more."
This was a mini-game they invented after spending almost two months in Thiraxis world. Before attacking a pack of dreadtalons, they guessed how many were there and the looser was the one who had to loot their claws.
There was no deeper meaning to it than to make the hunting process a bit more fun and, to be honest, neither actually cared for the result. Both Lee and Xiao Lian weren’t particularly competitive and both the claws and the roots they found would be split equally after the training exercise was finished.
A day ago, they came across the largest water body on the Serrakar Plateau, at least so far. It was a quarter mile wide river with slow and dark waters. Unfortunately while the water was sweet and tasty, it was full of palm-sized fish with huge razor-sharp teeth.
Lee made the mistake of happily jumping in to take a swim the moment they arrived, and was rewarded with tens of bleeding wounds as a result. The next morning he was fine, as usual, but both decided to monitor the river for some time in case more dangerous monsters hid there before crossing it.
Obviously they didn’t simply sit at the bank and stare at the water. They traveled upstream, killing dreadtalons and picking roots, well, on a rare occasion they managed to find them, and feasted on the delectable green raptor eggs.
They just had lunch when another pack came out the forest a couple hundred yards further away and went for a drink. Before charging in, both had the regular discussion that resulted in a harmless bet.