Teyvat Survival Guide

Chapter 88 Unexpected Redemption

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——High in the sky, Samuel listened to the words floating in the wind, as if he was hit by a thunderbolt, and his mind went blank.

Those two sentences still seem to echo in my ears:

"Black Wolf Tide...

“…I released it.”

The black wolf tide...was released by Lord Barbatos?

What does it mean?

He almost instinctively thought of Wendy in a good way and helped her to defend herself in his heart.

But before he could finish thinking with his currently dull brain, he heard the faint wind continue to speak tiredly and guiltily:

“…The cause and effect of the matter is too complicated. In my current state, I cannot convey it to you in full through the wind.

“My little slime, come to me.

"…right where we first met."

After saying that, Samuel felt that the wind returned to its original direction of flow, and was drawn away again along with the Thousand Winds.

—which meant that Lord Barbatos was no longer watching him.

Taking a deep breath and adjusting his mood, Samuel flapped his wings and flew eastward.

The place where we first met should be in the Sunset Forest to the east of Veradu Village in Qingquan Town in the Cangfeng Highlands area, right?

He couldn't help but recall the time when he was struggling for survival in that forest in fear.

That was his first day in Teyvat, and that night he was clumsily jumping and escaping in his slime body.

The hillman's skinny, dark hands had white nails, his ferocious bear eyes emitted a frightening green light, the wild boar's ferocious fangs, and the sharp arrows were only one step away from hitting him...

Although he has been trying to convince himself that it is no big deal, after all, "you will have to face it sooner or later" and "the sooner you get familiar with it, the sooner you will adapt."

But who can really maintain the mentality of "make the best of it" in that kind of environment?

The previous second, I was still thinking that I finally had a holiday, so I could have a meal with my mother, cook something delicious, and let her have more rest.

The next second, he became a non-human species, surviving alone in this strange yet familiar world full of dangers.

The moon that night was very big and bright.

But it was the darkest night Samuel had ever seen.

Because... he can't go home.

Until the next day, when he met his god in the woods.

…Lord Barbatos.

He led him to gradually integrate into this strange world, protected him when he encountered danger, and comforted him when he felt anxious.

He was like the first ray of sunshine after the polar night. With his funny, nonchalant and cheerful personality, he gently brushed away his confusion and helplessness without him noticing.

I still remember the first words that Lord Barbatos said to him:

“A wind slime that doesn’t like the element of wind.

"It's really rare."

Samuel sighed lightly, suppressed his reluctance, and continued flying.

Lord Barbatos...

how could be…

How could I not be close to the wind elemental power...

He shook his head, sniffed, and observed the situation on the ground, trying to divert his attention.

Along the way, he saw that the road that should have been harmonious and peaceful was now covered with scarlet blood, and pieces of bloody flesh and cloth were torn everywhere.

The forest was littered with mutilated corpses, both human and animal.

One after another, the beast hounds with ferocious faces were slowly wandering in this land of corpses, tearing flesh from the corpses and chewing them from time to time, and the blood stained their sharp teeth and jaws.

The fear of death brought Samuel to him reminded him of the panic he felt when he was trying to survive at midnight on the first day. He almost forgot to flap his wings and fell.

...He had never seen such a bloody scene!

Taking a deep breath, Samuel forced himself to continue reading.

This is his usual style. Adhering to the principle of "we have to face it anyway, so it's better to get familiar with it and adapt to it early", he forced himself to get used to this kind of situation.

Even though he was already feeling physically uncomfortable, the wind brought the smell of rotting corpses into his nostrils, making him want to vomit.

But it turns out to be useful.

The more he looked, the more his original fear receded.

Instead, there is anger.

It is the anger at these beasts' lack of respect for life, their contempt for Lord Barbatos, and their wanton slaughter on Lord Barbatos' land.

……

Batta was running through the forest with his daughter Leah in his arms.

Leah told him that her mother was playing a game with her and the rule was that she had to stay in the closet until her mother came back.

But he could probably guess that in order to save their daughter, his wife Philna hid Leah in the closet and went downstairs, using herself as bait to attract the attention of the beasts surrounding the house and rushed out.

In this way, the mother protected her daughter.

Barta didn't dare to think about the consequences of Philna rushing out, even though it had already happened and it was a cruel reality he had to face.

Perhaps one of the bloody bodies near the house was Firna...

He hugged his daughter and cried for a long time, then coaxed her, "Let's go find mom," and anxiously wanted to take his daughter away from this bloody place.

Unfortunately, luck did not favor him this time. As soon as he took Leah out, he was caught by the ferocious gaze of a black wolf.

Batta reacted quickly, raised his shotgun and pulled the trigger continuously, successfully killing the black wolf that had not yet reacted.

However, the gunshots attracted more black wolves to surround them.

As more and more wolves rushed towards him, Bartada fled into the nearby forest with his daughter.

And those beasts were chasing him relentlessly!

He could hardly run anymore, not to mention he was holding his daughter in his arms.

But he couldn't stop running, he couldn't stop running. Once he lost his strength, not only he, but also the daughter whom his wife had risked her life to protect would die here.

How old is she...she is only five years old!

Just as he was running while enduring the severe pain in his lungs and heart caused by the intense exercise, a black wolf suddenly appeared in front of him and bit him.

He quickly turned his back, letting the ferocious sharp teeth bite into his spine, protecting his daughter in his arms.

"Dad...Dad!" Leah burst into tears.

“…Run, run!” Barta’s face was distorted by the intense pain. He put his daughter down and yelled, “Run far away! Don’t look back!”

"No...no!" Leah sobbed. Instead of running away, she hugged him. "Mom, Mom is gone... I don't want to leave Dad again..."

Batta immediately understood that his daughter actually understood everything but just didn't say it.

However, he did not have the leisure to think about these things. At this moment, he only felt that his daughter's clingy personality, whom he had always loved, was now so troublesome.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and said in a hoarse voice:

“…You’re going to die here, run…!”

"No... Dad, I won't run!"

Another black wolf suddenly appeared and grabbed Leah with its sharp claws!

But Batta had already fallen unconscious, his spine was broken by the black wolf, and he lost control of his body.

The pain was negligible as he was gradually losing all sensation.

He only felt cold, colder than he had ever felt before.

As his consciousness faded, he slowly realized that he was going to die...

Or...didn't make it out alive?

Leah... is only five years old this year...

Just before his eyelids closed, Barta saw the white angel boy flapping his wings and descending here. The gentle wind seemed to blow away the coldness that was gradually carrying him down...

He looked at the silver crown on the boy's head that emitted azure light, as if it was salvation in the darkness.

The chill gradually dissipated, his consciousness returned, and the pain suddenly increased, then obviously subsided.

When he was able to easily sense his body again, he was surprised to find that his spine was intact!

Then, he heard the white-haired boy who saved him say in a low voice to the group of black wolves:

"roll."

A strong gust of wind broke out without warning, sweeping up the group of black wolves, and powdering them into black debris and sticky blood in the wind.

In this sea of ​​scarlet, Barta felt that the crowned young man in front of him was so noble and sacred.

The red and black seemed to be there to highlight the pure white of the boy in front of me...

Barta hugged Leah tightly, and after the blood rain, along with the debris and wind, fell on the grass, he said excitedly to the still white boy with a trembling voice:

“…Thank you! Praise you!

"You are...?"

Then, he saw the white-haired boy's lips move slightly, his blue eyes looked pious, and he said in an angry tone:

“Saint Samuel.

"Eliminate these evil creatures for Lord Barbatos."