The clouds in the sky are like a continuous cotton-white forest, with only a few small irregular holes occasionally exposed. The tiny water droplets blown down by the wind may be nothing to care about, or even a refreshing refreshing feeling.
However, after being increased a thousand times, even clean pure water is enough to make people disgusted... not to mention that the water dropped by these sands further soaks the soil under their feet.
The ground was no longer indescribably muddy. The knee-deep sewage mixed with the rotten soil, dead leaves and unknown animal carcasses underneath, turning into a thick soup that was not only freezing cold, but also
You're constantly fighting against friction for your shoes, trying to keep anything in them.
However, Edward still slightly twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a thankful smile.
——In the past two days, the sky rarely cleared up. The sky was so gloomy that it seemed as if a huge, gray hole had opened up, from which pouring rain poured down, gathering into thick and thin drops on the dark green leaf tips.
The water flow divides the space like countless lines... It will only be cloudy for a few hours in the afternoon, and then the clouds that have accumulated enough power will sprinkle pouring rain on the ground... This goes back and forth, as if it lasts forever.
There won't be an end.
But now, the unlucky time is finally behind us. The white clouds and drizzle are the precursors of the rain clouds reaching the edge.
After wiping the rainwater sliding down his face, the hunter glanced around again.
The jungle is full of trees that rise from the swamps with long aerial roots... sky mangroves, forest trees or some that are impossible to see in the Kashgar area, warm areas
Unique tree species. On tree trunks or in the layered canopy, reptiles that like warm areas such as lizards or water snakes seem to be enough to prove that this is no longer the central area of the Whispering Forest...
In fact, after two days of trekking, Edward had determined for the 129th time that his location no longer belonged to the Whispering Forest, or even to the western frontier of the kingdom.
"That woman, it's a good thing that I didn't become her apprentice, otherwise I don't think my life would be enough for such an invisible and natural idiot!"
He gritted his teeth and murmured to himself about the source of all this misfortune - when the female mage's teleportation ended, he found that he had arrived at a hellish place he had never seen before!
Then there was a terrifying crash and fall. If it hadn't been for a puddle of soft mud under the series of branches, he might have had to confess on the spot that he was in this strange land!
In fact, the only thing worth celebrating is that at least the failed teleportation only threw him to the height of the treetops, instead of being sent to a ball of soil or the middle of a tree. Otherwise, he would have been absolutely missing!
Of course, cursing can't solve any problem. The most critical thing at the moment is to leave this hellish place as soon as possible.
Or what is more fortunate is that they did not encounter any troublesome large monsters, magical creatures, or even humanoid creatures such as kobolds or goblins along the way - this is why Baroque Yeyu can maintain his mood.
One of the reasons.
"...The goblin prisoner confessed that he had his father, mother and several brothers there... So the bunch of drunken idiots rushed over happily. As a result, they were immediately nailed at least
Fifty arrows!" The dwarf grabbed a handful of his fiery red beard and pushed it down as if to tear it off, squeezing out a large stream of dirty water. His voice became louder and spread through the rain.
Yuan: "Those fools, don't they know that goblins are more prolific than mice, and they never know how to count?"
This joke is not funny, Edward thought, pulling one foot out of the soft mud, but just as he stepped onto the root system of the tree, the hunter's body shook, and a terrible dizziness rushed into him.
He almost whined in his mind... Fortunately, the dwarf quickly grabbed his arm and saved him from plunging into the muddy water in front of him.
"Find a place to rest... It's good to go out of the woods, but your appearance..."
There was worry in the dwarf's rough voice, but Edward shook his head - not that he refused the proposal, but that the voice seemed to turn into a deep hum, mixed with the sound of the rain around him, making
It was almost difficult for him to distinguish. The light in front of him also turned into a halo of alternating black and white, mixed with golden threads, and everything was blurred.
Or is it due to excessive bleeding, or a cold, but maybe there are other, unknown injuries?
The feeling of dizziness only lasted a few breaths, but the nausea and weakness that followed made Edward almost collapse, and he even fell into a premonition of fainting - like a cold, blunt knife hitting his forehead.
, making people feel dizzy and hot all over in the cold weather. The body can’t help but tremble. Even though the body has been wrapped in more than three layers of cotton and covered with a large piece of waterproof felt, the cold air is still coming from under the feet.
The defenses penetrated between the robes and various gaps, like an ice knife piercing the vest, slowly but ruthlessly depriving the human body of the only bit of body heat.
In fact, this feeling is not unfamiliar - from an occasional attack two days ago, it seems to have become normal now.
Edward cursed in his heart, but there was nothing he could do... Originally, at this time, a simple magic to expel the disease might be able to completely dispel this terrible feeling. Unfortunately, now Edward can only rely on will and dizziness.
fight.
And this kind of struggle is so difficult - two days of continuous walking through the jungle and fighting against the heavy rain have completely consumed his last energy; the jungle in the heavy rain is almost one of the most troublesome environments for adventurers.
First, if Baroque's backpack not only contains enough food, but also several pieces of changeable clothes and waterproof cloaks, and the strong dwarf can share a lot of troubles, the young man doubts his luck.
Those who escaped from the monster's lair might end up in this swampy woodland.
But it was almost the limit - Edward took a few deep breaths of moist air, feeling that this fight had almost become a struggle.
"Boy Edward, I say we'd better find a place to camp, otherwise...?"
The dwarf's voice gradually became clearer, and then suddenly turned into a joyful high-pitched voice - Edward raised his head weakly and found that the view ahead was wide...
It seemed that the two-day trek was not worthless after all, because the surrounding trees had slowly become sparse. Then, after a clump of branches in front of them was separated, gratifying traces of civilization appeared.
In front of me... it is a long, old plank road that runs through the mud and ponds. It is composed of wooden piles driven into the swamp and moss-covered wooden boards. The whole thing shows a light blue color. But in the dark
The forest turned into a gray color.
However, as soon as the feeling of joy appeared, a sharp sound broke it up!
A black shadow sank into the tree trunk beside him, returning to the shape of an arrow, its tail feathers trembling slightly and making a low cry!
Edward was startled! He reluctantly turned his gaze and noticed a figure standing in the shadow of the trees in the distance, clasping the second arrow on the string - obviously a warning, otherwise he would be in danger.
There is no need to reveal one's body from the hiding place. But being able to shoot the arrow so accurately from such a long distance in the woods with many obstacles - only a very good archer can do it.
"Sneaky!" The dwarf obviously did not appreciate this highly technical warning, and he roared dissatisfiedly, and pulled his big ax from behind.
"Stop! Put down your weapons! We mean no harm, but don't let us change our minds!"
The archer in the distance once again opened his bow and shouted loudly. Then he blew several whistles of different lengths. Following the sound, more sentries emerged from all corners of the forest and gathered into a semicircle.
Shape, wrapping the two people in the center of the circle!
"Who are you?"
A tall shadow walked up from behind the encirclement. He raised the long bow in his hand to show that he meant no harm. Then he took a few steps forward deftly and asked.
His common language has a bit of a strange accent, but it is surprisingly not unpleasant. The clearness is somewhat similar to those of those aristocratic accents, but more pleasant to the ear.
"We were just travelers passing by, but it rained heavily, so we lost our way and got some minor illnesses..."
Edward squinted his eyes and noticed the other person's young face - the rain rolled down the brim of the young man's hat, almost forming a curtain of water, but the close distance allowed Edward to easily notice more details in the other person's hood -
-For example, pale and delicate skin, a sharp chin, gray eyes, and a strand of hair the same color as the eyes slipped out from the hood.
A very delicate and beautiful face.
Edward thought... But then, the scenery in front of him suddenly blurred. He shook his head, only to find that the whole world seemed to be shaking - a veritable spin, and all the sounds in his ears turned into a whirring sound.
The sound of the wind, and all the thoughts, ideas, and feelings in my head became one.
The pain is like being chopped with a knife or an axe.
It is no longer fleeting, but wave after wave, surging like a tidal wave! And each wave is higher than the last wave - each wave rushes from the end of the body, advancing vigorously, tugging at every inch,
Every minute, every nerve cell! Push that hot, roaring, twisting, or indescribable weird feeling into the spine, and then all the way up, straight into the brain, bursting out in every inch of the brain!
No, maybe everything is just an illusion, the pain bursts out from the mind, or further down, in the medulla oblongata, in the neck...
He had been thinking about it for an unknown length of time, maybe for a moment, or for a moment, but no concrete results had appeared yet. Edward's consciousness had dispersed with a loud bang, as if it had exploded into thousands of pieces...
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