Chapter 1 The Truth?

Looking at this incomplete sailing log, Fang Senyan not only felt no regret, but a confident smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Did you think you could hide the truth by doing this?"

"How… naive!" Fang Senyan continued to study the later entries in the diary: "The legend of the… seems to be true."

"Mojier, shot by those damned natives, actually crawled out of the grave!"

"…………………"

Previously, Fang Senyan chose the wrong path from the start, which was to try a frontal assault in an A-level difficulty world to achieve his goals. Although this line of thinking was very clear, and strictly speaking, if he could have continued down that path, he would have inevitably achieved his goals, his excessive confidence led to the elite team suffering huge losses just as they entered the core area of the Dubaiya Great Swamp, forcing them to give up.

It was precisely because of this clear line of thinking at the time that Fang Senyan always felt that he was neglecting something important, but he couldn't remember what it was, because most of his energy had to be focused on the path he was taking at the time.

Now that Fang Senyan had freed up his hands to pay attention and go all out, he immediately discovered a lot of useful things in the diary. (Please refer to the previous text: Bernard Fokke's Sailing Manual.)

First of all, from Mojier's existence, it can be seen that Bernard Fokke's method should be very unique: he could even protect a horse into the core area of the Dubaiya Great Swamp. Even that ordinary little horse at the time could eat the solar ladder... This basically ruled out the scope of alchemy and black magic, because the service objects of these two abilities obviously did not include livestock... Obviously, they were discovered when they were escaping after succeeding. Before that, they had even safely arrived next to the Dubaiya natives' altar!

Fang Senyan noticed that it mentioned a landmark building: "a huge bonfire." Of course, Fang Senyan quickly memorized this key point.

In addition, Travis mentioned in the diary should have become the "infected mature body" that he had encountered earlier, gaining the power of eternal life, but losing his original nature and succumbing to instinct.

Also, the cause of death of the two-year-old African horse, Mojier, was being shot to death by a javelin by the natives. This coincided with Fang Senyan's previous speculation that the Dubaiya people might have enemies with very powerful ranged attacks, so they were so good at avoiding and reducing the enemy's ranged damage!

This discovery was even more important! The enemy of an enemy is not necessarily a friend, but Fang Senyan could at least be sure that there might be fierce conflicts within the Dubaiya Great Swamp, and that this conflict had a long history. The hatred should be deeply rooted and irreconcilable, which meant that Fang Senyan at least had a goal to stir up trouble!

Fang Senyan had completely dispelled the idea of returning. For him, after discovering that a road had been blocked and was almost hopeless, another golden road suddenly appeared. This feeling was really like reaching the end of the road only to discover a new path ahead!

Although that Bernard Fokke's Sailing Manual had its most critical parts destroyed by Lord Fokke Jr., for Fang Senyan, this was definitely not an insurmountable chasm. What was placed in front of him was not some unsolvable case. Although the process of entering the Dubaiya Swamp's interior was artificially destroyed and hidden in the mist, Fang Senyan knew the cause and the result of this!

This was like a jumbled ball of thread, but the beginning and end of the thread had already appeared in front of him. Then, all that remained for Fang Senyan was to follow the beginning of the thread towards the end, unraveling it layer by layer. Of course, he had full confidence in completely restoring the entire event!

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The night in the primeval forest was particularly muggy. Half a skinned lemur and a python were roasting over a roaring bonfire. An enticing aroma had already spread out. Mbenga was carefully observing the heat, occasionally sprinkling some salt and powder, his expression very focused. Indeed, in this primitive and harsh environment, food and reproduction were the two major elements that must be given enough importance and reverence.

Fang Senyan, who was sitting next to the fire, remained motionless. His brows were furrowed, and sweat flowed down his forehead, wetting his hair and sticking it uncomfortably to his forehead. The strong smell of sweat attracted a large number of stink bugs, gnats, sandflies, and horseflies, gathering above Fang Senyan's head like a cloud, buzzing. Fortunately, the natives' insect repellent was very effective, so they could only hover around, thirsty and greedy, but dared not land and pounce on the prey in front of them!

"I know!"

Fang Senyan suddenly stood up straight, clenched his fist, and shouted! His brows instantly relaxed, and because of this, he plunged into the cloud of blood-sucking insects above his head. Immediately, Fang Senyan couldn't help but fall into a very embarrassing situation, and hurriedly rubbed his face with his hands.

When Mbenga saw this, he quickly picked up a burning branch and waved it in the air. Immediately, the blood-sucking insects fell to the ground one after another, crackling and sizzling as they burned, emitting a foul odor.

After driving away the large swarm of blood-sucking insects, Fang Senyan casually tossed a bottle of rum to Mbenga, then sat back down on the ground, swept away the dead branches and leaves, revealing a flat surface, and then broke off a branch and began to write and draw on it quickly.

"First of all, let's think about a problem from a substitute perspective: if I am suffering from a terminal illness,

and have no special strength, leading a group of murderers, swindlers, and pirates to cross the ocean to this barbaric land to find legendary life-saving medicine, then what is the first thing to do...?"

"Yes, it's a camp!! A stable camp that can provide reliable protection and a safe place to sleep. Even explorers with clear maps will leave a camp before entering an expedition, so they can put down the extra supplies there. This way they can travel light and avoid running out of food when they return. After all, the nearest Kum port is also dozens of kilometers away from here, which is enough for these ordinary people to trek for several days in the jungle..."

"Let me think again, this camp should definitely not be too close to the Dubaiya Great Swamp, otherwise, that damn smell and ubiquitous disease will directly collapse this team. This camp should definitely not be too far away from the Dubaiya Great Swamp either. For the purpose of exploring this dangerous swamp, it is not a good idea to waste too much physical strength trekking in the primitive tropical jungle. Then a distance of two to three kilometers is a pretty good choice."

Fang Senyan's branch wrote and drew on the dirt ground, traversing a hundred years of time. It seemed that everything that had happened that year was being clearly outlined and restored in his mind.

"Oh! That's right, they sailed almost half the earth's journey to get here, so they definitely couldn't prepare enough fresh water. As for the fresh water in the Dubaiya Great Swamp, there is a lot of it, but drinking that stuff requires enough courage and vitality. Then a feature of the camp nearby should be added: it has abundant fresh water resources, at least enough to support nearly ten people plus a horse's supply of fresh water. Considering the tropical rainforest climate here and the fact that there are no large rivers nearby, the probability of natural disasters such as landslides, mudslides, and large floods changing the terrain is very small, so the fresh water resources should still exist!"

"So, what am I waiting for? Every second I stay in this world is a very expensive waste!" Fang Senyan made up his mind: "Mbenga, are you full? Uh, no, right, so I don't mind you taking our roast meat on the road. You should know some rivers around the Dubaiya Great Swamp that can be used for drinking, right? Of course, springs also count. You only know three places? It doesn't matter, let's go to the places you know first."

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Four hours later, Mbenga was panting like a cow, very tired.

No matter who it was, after trekking hundreds of kilometers in the tropical primeval forest on such a night with temperatures exceeding thirty-five degrees Celsius, their performance would definitely not be much better than his. In this short period of time, he had accompanied Fang Senyan to visit three streams and two springs.

At this time, a South American paca was limping away in front. This poor animal had not only just been bled, but had also been forcibly given a lot of salt, and was now desperately thirsty.

Yes, Mbenga might not know all the fresh water resources nearby, but these animals definitely knew! Because if they didn't know, they simply wouldn't be able to survive to this day.

With such slightly cruel methods, Fang Senyan was heading towards a fresh water resource point in an unknown place. He was being very patient at this time. The hot weather did not arouse his anger, but instead made him even more calm. He felt that he was quite enjoying this process... This process of not relying on muscles and bloodshed, but only relying on his brain, slowly, bit by bit, scraping off the dust and concealment of time, and restoring the truth of history before his eyes!

There was a small river in front. The South American paca had completely disregarded the pursuers behind it. Extreme thirst had made it completely ignore everything, and it had almost entered a state of madness!!