Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 796 - 792

Since he could obtain assistance, Bi Fang naturally intended to make careful use of it.

Human or animal.

Between the two, Bi Fang undoubtedly chose the latter, and had decided early on to rely on the power of the "ships of the desert" in Sahara.

One of the key aspects of this mission was the deadline—120 days.

Whether crossing Nemo Point or traversing the Sahara, both required a long time, and the deadline of 120 days was indeed pressing. To be safe, one naturally would choose the aid that could reduce the time.

In the task of crossing Nemo Point, choosing either humans or animals wouldn't improve the actual sailing speed.

Choosing humans to help could at best result in two people building a better boat, but no matter how good the boat was, there was no significant breakthrough in speed—at most a ten percent increase was the limit.

And choosing animals was even less to speak of—a canoe carrying an animal, besides causing frustration, would accomplish nothing else.

But crossing the Sahara was different.

Choosing humans was equally pointless, two people, four legs, could one really carry the other and alternate marching day and night?

However, if an animal were chosen, for instance, a camel, then the time to cross the Sahara would be significantly reduced! It was not comparable to a mere ten percent increase in boat speed.

With the aid of typhoons in the South Pacific, the time was reduced by five days; add a camel in the Sahara, and the 120-day deadline would no longer be a pressing constraint, but rather leave some leeway.

Bi Fang fundamentally enjoyed the tasks set by the System, though they were dangerous and fraught with difficulties, each success was a purification for himself, and the sense of inner fulfillment was tremendous.

It was like playing those hardcore games—though the bosses were tough and might take a whole day to defeat, when the challenge was truly overcome, the sense of achievement was incomparable.

If time was too pressing, one could only bury their head and push forward, inevitably missing out on a lot of fun, and the scenic beauty of the journey would disappear in the tense race against the clock.

Therefore, the current scene was explained.

As for why Mugalen was here, that was a pure coincidence. In short, the guy had come out to travel with his family.

Milani was due to start school next year.

Bi Fang always felt that from the moment one started school, life seemed to roll forward on wheels, never to stop again.

The sense of freedom of going to bask in the sun whenever the weather was nice was gone for good.

One could look at Étienne and see that only during summer and winter breaks could he find some time off. On regular Saturdays and Sundays, it was impossible to travel far.

On the rare occasion that spring arrived, he could only sit by the window, feeling as if the sun's angle had risen slightly, no longer shielded by the shadow of a hand when writing, and the eyes felt much more comfortable.

The simple saddle fell to the ground, kicking up a bit of dust.

Bi Fang picked it up, gently patted it, shook off the sand and stones, and secured it with ropes before carrying it on his back.

"You really want to catch a wild camel? Taming it won't be easy," Mugalen said, wiping sweat and feeling skeptical. However, he had no knowledge about taming camels; it was just an instinctive feeling of difficulty.

"We have to try, and it doesn't have to be a wild camel, feral domestic camels could also work."

"Wild camels, feral domestic camels..." Mugalen was somewhat dumbfounded, "Aren't those all wild camels?"

"Not the same. Wild camels are wild camels, feral domestic camels are still domestic camels, and domestic camels have no relation to wild camels."

"Wait, wait, slow down, I'm not quite following,"

An agile Indian jungle warrior might be able to grapple with an American Lion and live a comfortable life undefeated in the forest, but that doesn't necessarily mean he can do the same in a desolate desert.

As a standout among deer hunters, Mugalen certainly had his skills, but he was clearly not very familiar with camels, creatures of the desert.

The difference between wild camels and domesticated camels is a common area of misconception for most people, and if it weren't for the absence of reproductive isolation, they could even be classified as two different species.

"Wait a moment," Bi Fang didn't hurry to explain. He took a drone out of his bag, tossed it into the air, and it flew up effortlessly, one after another, leaving Mugalen stunned.

"Your drone, it reacts so quickly when hovering."

"The latest models are like that."

Bi Fang opened the livestream without changing his expression.

Mugalen was a rough man, having little understanding of cutting-edge technology.

In any case, since capturing camels was involved, he would have to explain eventually; explaining to Mugalen or explaining to millions of viewers was all the same. With the livestream starting, he could get it done in one go.

No sooner had the live room opened than an influx of online viewers surged in, with the notification quickly reaching all the fans. In just five minutes, the number of viewers exceeded three million, with the momentum of increase being staggering. According to this trend, it would surpass six million in a quarter of an hour, and there might be eight million viewers within half an hour!

[Front row, sofa, I'm first!]

[Still the champion of staying up late today!]

[It's only three in the afternoon here, so cool, just finished afternoon tea]

[Nine o'clock at night, just finished a day's work, ready for some entertainment, perfect timing!]

[Damn, it's only been two days, and you've started livestreaming already?]

Viewers from around the world flooded in and, despite the strange time zone differences, their enthusiasm for watching the livestream wasn't hindered. Instead, they kept sending in the current time from their locations, as if enjoying the unique feeling of being in the same temporal space.

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Once the initial excitement of entering the live room had subsided a bit, everyone could see the bright sunshine over Bi Fang's head and the vast expanse of desert sand in the distance.

Clearly, not far ahead was the desert area as recognized by the public, and where Bi Fang and Mugalen, as well as the camel that Mugalen was holding, were standing, there were still some shrubs underfoot. The ground wasn't completely fine sand but a mixture of gravel and sand.

[Huo, what a big sun!]

[I'm starting to feel hot already, what should I do?]

[120 days, time is really tight, how many days are left now?]

[Crossing Nemo Point took thirty-four days, and it ended the day before yesterday, so two more days have passed, making it thirty-seven days. That leaves eighty-three days! Go go go!]

[Master Fang has been in good care these two days, directly turned into a bronze uncle lol]

Bi Fang subconsciously looked at his arm; it was a bit darker, but still could be considered deep wheat-colored, not as exaggerated as the Shuiyou described.

The first week of crossing Nemo Point was indeed harsh with sun exposure—even on parts like the arms, which were exposed the longest, there were some flakes— but then a typhoon hit, and it was mostly overcast, significantly reducing the degree of exposure to the harsh sun.

At twenty-six years old, Bi Fang was in the absolute prime of his life, with strong recovery abilities. He had deliberately shaved and got a haircut before setting off today, and besides his skin being a bit darker, it was almost impossible to tell he had been adrift at sea for over a month.

"Even if I tan a bit darker, I'm still a handsome guy, okay."

Bi Fang clenched his fist and said earnestly.