Chapter 70: Ch. 69 – Momo and the [Greater Demon Boar]

“I’m all ears,” Corv said, teeth chattering.

“Well, I have two stupid ideas,” Momo clarified. “One question first, though. Do you think the boars would chase something if it interfered with their path?”

“You got a death wish or something?” Corv said. “No. If you threw a rock at them, they’d barely flinch. If you stood in the middle of them, they’d just run you over.”

Well. That didn’t sound ideal.

“There’s absolutely no way to get them to switch direction so we could pass?”

Corv considered it. He let go of Momo, disembarking the horse. From the ground, he took a long look at the stampede. He seemed to be searching for something.

“Aha,” he said, pointing a claw towards the boars. “You see that one, there? Much larger than the rest?”

The boars came like bullets, but Momo still found it with ease. A pig nearly triple the size of the rest loomed above, trotting at a slower, more deliberate pace. It had bright red, demonic eyes, long tusks protruding from its jaw, and a jagged scar that ran down its forehead.

“He’s terrifying,” Momo trembled. "Why is he so big?"

“Yeah, that’s a [Greater Demon Boar]. It evolved from one of the Lesser ones, and the pack will follow it wherever it goes. There’s a few of them out of every hundred.”

“So if we sufficiently bothered the Greater Boar, the rest would follow?” Momo summarized.

“I see why you called your plan stupid,” he muttered. “You don’t want these boars following you. Even on horseback, they’d catch up with us in a matter of minutes. There’s a reason no one else treads this road at this time of day.”

Momo sighed. He was right, but still – it was only so long until Sera’s henchman tracked them down. She wanted to find Komodo before that happened.

“Okay,” Momo said. “So outrunning is out. But if I sent something to mess with it – a Nether creature that was small enough to avoid Sera’s notice, but big enough to cause a nuisance – I could lead it astray, right?”

Corv paused. His frown turned into a scowl.

“Unfortunately, that might work. It also might get us killed.”

“But it might get us less killed than my original strategy,” Momo smiled. “So I say we try it.”

He sighed.

“Fine. It’s your death wish.”

With Corv on board, Momo nodded. She closed her eyes. She hadn’t had the time to practice any summons yet, so the only two she had reliably memorized were the Ostrich and the Argentavis. The Argentavis was too big, and the Ostrich couldn’t fly. She’d need something that could swoop in and take the boar off-course.

It’d have to be pretty powerful, too. If the boars didn’t mind having a rock thrown at them, a few pecks from a woodpecker would be water off the beast’s back.

It needs to be something small, compact, yet powerfully annoying.

Momo wished she could clone herself.

Sadly, that seemed improbable. She doubted a [Lesser Nether Momo] existed in any universe, especially one with wings.

Tapping into the Nether, her mind took her way back in time. Back to when she was a kid on the playground, having a grand time on the swings. She was smiling, gleeful, in a moment of honest peace. Until –

A buzzing sound filled Momo's ears.

“You summoned… bees?” Corv choked.

“Well, the biblical kind,” Momo grinned, hearing the buzzing grow around her. “Locusts.”

A huge swarm of them levitated around Momo. A twinge in her stomach told her to be afraid – but they stayed a polite distance from her face, swarming in circles as they waited for a direction.

“[Nether Locusts],” Corv said, blinking in disbelief. “Now that’s a first.”

“I’ll send them after the big boy, and hopefully get the whole pack running towards Nam’Dal proper. That’ll give Sera something to deal with, and gives us an opportunity to skedaddle towards the Western Watchtower.”

“This is not a stupid plan,” Corv muttered, tugging himself back on the saddle. “It’s a terrible plan.”

“You got anything better?” Momo said, gripping the reins tightly.

“Absolutely not.”

“Great,” Momo nodded. “So terrible it is, then.”

The previous [Greater Demon Boar] was already near the head of the pack, much too far away for the locusts to reach anytime soon. Luckily, another one was approaching from the rear. This one seemed even bigger, somehow. Four tusks. Six eyes. A total eldritch nightmare.

“Of course,” Momo muttered, then sighed. “Okay, locusts. Do you see that big guy? You’re going to swarm the hell out of him. Then fly as fast as you can towards that thing.”

Momo motioned her thumb backwards, pointing to where they’d come from. The gravel path swooped around the abandoned barn, and then led towards the Knights' Hall.

“Tell them to keep low to the ground, too, so the boar doesn't lose sight of them,” Corv added.

“What he said,” Momo echoed. The locusts continued torpedoing around them. Momo took it as an affirmative.

Momo took a deep breath. Corv wrapped his hands once again around her middle.

“Any last regrets?” Momo squeaked, heart beating hard in her chest. She suppressed all the thoughts telling her this was a terrible idea.

“This very moment comes to mind,” he groaned. “But I’ve decided to go along with it.”

Momo took a deep breath.

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“Okay, locusts,” she mumbled, “do your thing.”

The locusts obediently swept past Momo, turning into a speeding tornado as they rushed towards the stampede. They had a single-minded focus, curving through the air until they settled in front of the Greater Boar’s eyes. With no hands to whack them away with, the boar spit and roared, raising onto his haunches in immediate frustration.

“It’s working!” Momo shouted.

“Now we need to get the hell out of the way!” Corv shouted back as the Greater Boar flailed wildly, smacking the lesser boars with a flurry of legs. The chaos reverberated quickly through the pack. The pigs began to slow their pace, honking as they reoriented themselves towards their struggling leader.

The locust swarm swooped down, momentarily freeing the Boar from blindness. Every single one of the Greater Boar’s eyes locked onto it. Pure, unadulterated fury leaked from its gaze.

Momo gulped. Corv was right; they had to move. The beast was about to head right for them.

She pulled the reins hard and fast. Nightmare got the message, eagerly jumping into action. The horse ran parallel to the pigs, putting as much distance as possible between Momo and the raging Greater Boar.

“Can you see if it’s moving?” Momo yelled, the air buffeting her cheeks. She felt like a dog with its mouth out the window.

“It is!” Corv said, his weight shifting on the horse as he looked back. The saddle slipped again, and Momo shrieked as she attempted to keep them on.

“Be careful!”

“It’s not my fault you don’t know how to tie a saddle!”

“Neither do you!” she returned. Looking to her right, the smaller boars were beginning to turn in the opposite direction of them – rotating on their hooves to follow the Greater Boar. The ground shook beneath them as the Greater Boar clomped across the fields, snarling and puffing with pure rage as it chased the locusts.

“By Mordecai, it’s working,” Corv exhaled.

Nightmare continued pacing rightwards until the boars began to clear. The crowds had thinned, only leaving a motley crew of boars, pacing around listlessly. The rest raged after their leader, heading directly towards the city center – and Sera’s tower.

“She’s not going to like that,” Momo choked.

“It isn’t just Sera who’s going to be pissed,” Corv shook his head.

They rode over the rolling fields, weaving through the stunned lesser boars and towards the Western Watchtower. While the western tower was dwarfed in comparison to Sera’s creation, it was still impressive by regular standards. It was an immaculate construction of wood and steel, veneered by rope ladders, and guarded by sharp, pointed posts.

“We’re here,” Corv said, relief evident in his tone.

With the rabid oinks now a mere echo in the distance, a worn sign reading 'The Agricultural District' greeted them as they trod into town. The gravel road tapered off into a circle, surrounded on all sides by modest farmhouses. It reminded Momo of some of the poorer suburbs back in Upstate – large houses made of cheap materials, with an overabundance of overgrown, unkempt yards.

Normal looking pigs and cows grazed the grass, and even a farmer or two stood watch, long-brimmed hats tipped over their sunburnt faces.

“I hope you aren’t in the business of robbing these people,” Momo whispered, giving Corv a judgmental stare as they tacked Nightmare onto a nearby post. “They look like they barely have enough money to live on.”

Momo unbuttoned her backpack. Dusk’s skeletal face immediately popped out, offering her a toothy smile.

“Get back down!” Momo whispered harshly, tapping the cat's head back into the bag. “We don’t need someone seeing you.”

Corv grimaced. “Was that a… cat?”

“No,” Momo said, hastily rebuttoning the backpack. “You saw nothing.”

But she was relieved Dusk was still there in one piece. She had been worried her bones had scattered during the bumpy ride.

“Sure,” Corv laughed. He seemed to be in better spirits now that they were back in familiar territory. “And no. They wouldn’t have anything good to steal, anyway. What would I do with some milk and a water bucket?”

Corv led Momo further down the road towards the watchtower. An enormous wooden wall stood behind it, extending for miles on either side. Momo craned her head to see the top of it, and grimaced when she spotted the many metal spikes that littered the surface.

It was a no way in, no way out sort of situation.

The wall seemed to border the entire city – the barricade that separated Nam’Dal from the chasm that existed outside of it. In the south, where the Nam’Dal Terror bridge sat, the wall was passable through a giant gate, but that was only the entrance or exit she’d seen since entering.

“So I’m guessing you aren’t supposed to leave Nam’Dal this way,” Momo muttered.

It would be a convenient exit. She could just deliver the letter to Komodo, then promptly exit stage left. It didn’t even matter if it lacked a bridge. She could just have Argent fly over it.

“Not unless you want one of Komodo’s sharpshooters pointing a [Stun Bolt] at your head, no,” Corv said, looking at her seriously. “It’s hard to see from here, but there are dozens of platforms within the walls. It’s basically a labyrinth that extends around the entire city. Hundreds of Komodo’s guards patrol inside it and on top of it.”

“Wonderful,” Momo sighed. So flying over the chasm was a no. That was unless she somehow took care of Komodo and every single one of her deputies, but that seemed like it would take more time than she currently had.

“Ah, home sweet home," Corv sighed happily.

Momo looked down to find Corv kneeling by a metal grate.

“Are you part rat, too?” Momo’s eyebrows rose.

“Rat? Don’t be prejudiced,” Corv said, shoving the grate to the side. “More than just rats can live below ground. Bunkers are to be enjoyed by all species.”

“But birds?” Momo stressed the word. “It feels really antithetical to your species’ whole thing.”

“Well, hard times,” Corv shrugged with a frown, and swung his legs over the side of the grate. In an instant, he was gone, disappeared into the darkness.

Momo immediately squatted in front of it. “Hello? Corv? Don’t leave me here!”

His head poked out, taking her off guard. She flopped backwards, landing clumsily on her hands.

“It’s not steep, come on,” he laughed.

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