"Four Seasons Deer... Level 2? It’s only Level 2 and it can cause this much chaos?"
Seraphina Sullivan was a little surprised, but then she understood.
This Talent, [Four Seasons], was clearly extremely powerful and special.
It allowed the deer and its herd to have suitable combat methods for any environment.
No wonder the convoy guards’ conventional firearms were having little effect.
It was likely using Spring Power to rapidly heal non-fatal wounds.
Or using Winter Power to form Ice Armor to block bullets.
And from the way it commanded the Deer Herd, it clearly possessed a high level of intelligence.
’It’s not a terrifying monster like the Splitting Demon Rabbit.
But this Four Seasons Deer is obviously very difficult to deal with.
A herd of deer that can adapt to the environment and switch its abilities...’
Seraphina Sullivan withdrew from her shared vision with the pigeon, her brow tightly furrowed.
’The convoy has only just set out, and we’ve already run into an obstacle like this.
If we don’t handle this properly, not only will there be casualties, but it will also seriously delay our journey.
We’d be wasting precious time from the Peace Period.’
"How is it, Sullivan? What’s the situation up ahead?" Dexter Luther and Matthew Dawson asked nervously.
Seraphina Sullivan quickly told everyone in the vehicle what she had seen and explained the situation with the [Four Seasons Deer].
"A giant elk? It can switch between seasonal powers?" Sean Chandler’s expression turned grim.
"No wonder bullets don’t work on it. We have to find a way to counter it, or... take out the leader."
Seraphina Sullivan nodded, her gaze drifting to the convoy outside, where an atmosphere of tension and fear was gradually spreading.
Although the chaos and gunfire up ahead were unnerving,
the soldiers and affiliated Players from the Vorlag Safe Zone were not completely unprepared.
After being caught off guard, they quickly organized an effective defensive formation.
They protected the ordinary survivors and important vehicles in an inner circle.
Players and elite soldiers used the vehicles and terrain on the outer perimeter,
confronting and maneuvering against the strange Four Seasons Deer Herd.
They were avoiding greater casualties.
Watching the enormous Four Seasons Deer that stood calmly on the dirt slope,
directing its kin with absolute composure,
along with the others in its herd who possessed varied abilities and advanced and retreated in an orderly fashion,
Justin Brooks, who was in charge of the frontline command, and Wesley Moore, the official observing from the side, exchanged a look.
"This monster... is something else."
Wesley Moore said in a low voice, lowering his binoculars.
"Its Abilities are strange, it advances and retreats with discipline, and it appears to be quite intelligent.
Justin Brooks, do you think it’s possible... that we don’t have to fight it to the death?
What if we could tame them? Or even just reach some kind of non-aggression pact?
That would be a good thing for our migration.
These elk are huge. If they could be used to carry supplies, or even the elderly, women, and children, it would greatly lighten the convoy’s load."
Justin Brooks frowned, considering the bold proposal.
He wasn’t an inflexible man.
In the apocalypse, any possibility that could increase their strength and reduce their losses was worth trying.
But taming a mutated creature that was clearly intelligent and might even possess a "Player panel"?
That was easier said than done.
"Taming them... that might be one approach," Justin Brooks mused.
"But on our side, who has that kind of Ability? Or rather, whose Ability is suited for communicating with such a creature?"
The first person who came to his mind was Sean Chandler.
Sean Chandler’s Beastification Ability, to some extent, made him closer to being a ’beast.’
’Maybe... he could resonate with this monster in some way?’
But on second thought, Sean Chandler’s Ability was more geared toward combat and defense,
not specialized communication or taming.
Just then, Jasper Drake, who was standing beside Justin Brooks, chimed in.
"Captain Brooks, have you forgotten about Crystal Lynn?
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