Chapter 387 Heavy Rain in the Jungle
"I feel something moving."
"Maybe it's your imagination, after all, we haven't encountered anything that doesn't move in the past few days."
Mazov's answer was still so harsh and self-proclaimed A man who is a villain only thinks about how to maximize efficiency, rather than thinking about meaningless things.
Raskol expressionlessly shot a fist-sized mosquito to death with his crossbow. The environment here was beyond everyone's imagination. The swamps, rainforests, and ruins of boulders with unknown symbols all made the advance team suffer a lot.
The various insects and beasts that grow along with these environments make people doubt whether there is civilization here.
A plant that looks extremely gorgeous, with slightly trembling red petals exudes an intoxicating fragrance. The huge flower is particularly eye-catching in the forest. The low-hanging rhizome seems to be unable to bear the weight and is about to fall to the ground.
But everyone knows that this is just its most inconspicuous camouflage. After sensing a mosquito falling from above, the originally shaky flower immediately tightened its rhizome and straightened its petals like a spring jumping out, wrapping the mosquito. .
After a while, several pieces of hard carapace were spit out as the petals were chewed, and the rhizome returned to its original delicate shape, as if this had never happened.
The advance team that went deep into Lustria always felt the malice of this forest towards civilization. If the leader of the Skink had not led the way, they might have been lost in the rainforest with no sense of direction.
All the creatures in it, even the bubbling swamp, want to swallow their lives.
The people walking in the sultry rain forest suddenly stopped because the leader of the skinks stretched out his hand and looked up through the lush canopy, as if he could get instructions from the ancient saint.
"Hiss~, a heavy rain is coming, and Taibok will bring his divine power to this world."
As the leader, Masnuo was quite confused. The sun above his head was still so fierce, even though it was only the sparse sunlight shining through the canopy of the trees. It already feels like being pricked with needles.
His old habit made Masnow sniff his nose, as if he wanted to find some earthy smell before the heavy rain, but what he actually smelled was only the stench coming from the swamp next to him.
"How big is this heavy rain? Will it affect the march?" Masnow asked the skink.
"Tepok is very angry because the altar dedicated to him is harassed by rats, and rain can make the plague disappear." The leader of the skink replied, piously pulling out the obsidian dagger from his waist, and jumped on the spot to worship Taipo Gram's dance.
After receiving the reply, Masno and Judith looked at each other and felt that they could not continue marching like this. The advance team had been walking for eight days, and except for the necessary rest at night, they were marching in a hurry all the way.
If the scale of the heavy rain is true, as the Skink said, it may cause unnecessary non-combat attrition.
"We need to find a place to repair before this heavy rain comes!" Masno interrupted the leader of the skink's prayer. Extra prayers are just a waste of time.
He never believed that these long-lost ancient saints could still affect the world. Only complete preparations and absolute strength were the qualifications for a warrior to survive.
"Hiss~, not far from here, there is an abandoned Chameleon Temple, where we can safely escape the wrath of Taibok." The Skink leader pointed to the direction of the swamp on the right and continued, "That's where the giant is. The place destroyed by the enemy has been restored to its former appearance after being purified by Lord Slann."
"Lead the way."
Everyone bypassed the swamp, ignoring the giant crocodile lurking in the mire with only its eyes exposed, and the food with fangs. The merfolk, under the leadership of the Skink leader, have avoided most dangers in Lustria. But in the dark corners of the jungle, in the shadows that no one noticed and could not be discovered, rats with long, sinuous horns were observing the movements of the advance team.
Half an hour later, the heavy rain came as expected.
The violence of this rain was unprecedented in Masnow's hundreds of years of life. The black hurricane carried lightning and struck from afar, destroying a large number of short trees along the way, and accompanied by rain dancing in the sky.
Dense rain fell from the sky, starting from the size of a hair to the size of a finger.
It hits from all directions, blinds the eyes, rebounds on the ground, and after the rainwater with sediment enters the eyes, people don't know how to keep their vision clear.
But fortunately, there are still some ruins of the Chameleon Temple right in front of you.
Most of the earth-yellow masonry has been broken, and has been somewhat discolored by erosion and erosion by rain. The stone pillars used as beams have fallen to the ground, and weeds grow messily in the gaps on the ground.
There are only some unknown symbols that prove that there were signs of civilization here.
After the reconnaissance team carefully searched and found that there was indeed no threat here, Masnot commanded his men to set up camp and rest, set up a bonfire to make some hot food to replenish their strength, and wait for the rain to stop before setting off.
The Kislev soldiers carrying supplies dropped their bags, took out the waterproof tent inside, and set it up in the corner, trying to create as much space as possible with limited supplies.
The first step was to let some injured soldiers rest inside, then ignite the precious solid fuel and put it in the tent. They took out the iron pot to wipe off the dirt on it, and mixed some usable items found along the way with water and oil. Make a bowl of hot soup.
The alluring aroma gradually spread from the tent, making people want to swallow their saliva.
However, there were still a large number of soldiers who did not have the opportunity to eat immediately. Instead, they used woodcutter axes to cut down some suitable trees, intending to produce a group of horses in a short time to prevent rats from attacking.
The rain is still splashing. No matter which direction it comes from, as long as you stand in place or are within the coverage area, you can feel these cold water droplets pouring into your body from all directions, soaking the clothes inside, and also making the soldiers on guard The visual range has been reduced.
As the leader, Masnuo refused the hot soup handed to him by his subordinates and still stood there observing the jungle. He had a vague premonition that the rats had already discovered the traces of his group and were already plotting something terrible. conspiracy.
The rain wetted the Dragon Prince's eyes, and the storm and thunder made his hearing no longer what it used to be, able to detect any slight sound.
Under the dim sky, he could feel a strange atmosphere gradually approaching. It was not the endlessness of the landing battle, but a suffocating smell.
A bolt of thunder pierced the sky appeared in Masnow's eyes, exposing everything in the jungle.
And this thunder sounded like a horn of attack. The ground that was hit by the rain began to appear strange. More than ten stone cones suddenly protruded from the hard soil, and wet soil continued to fall.
"Enemy attack! Prepare for battle!"
(End of this chapter)