"What cowardly orc would dare to steal water in front of your Flying Fish strongman? Hurry up and get out of here? ”

With a sound of water, the flying fish 'exposed' out of the river, and with his exclamation, the other bewildered crocodiles 'exposed' their hideous crocodile heads.

Not good! It's been discovered! Lan Ruoxin was frightened and hugged the gourd that had been changed for water in his arms. Grab the gourd with a hole in the water that is used to hang water, get up the 'legs' and run.

She doesn't care if she's a coward or not, her life matters! Having seen these crocodile tribe's methods of killing, how dare she stay for half a minute? What's more, the water of a gourd has been 'obtained' intact, enough for her and Mordor to drink for a day, and when will she stay if she doesn't run away at this time?

The flying fish stared at the round crocodile eyes, but only saw a monster covered in leaves suddenly run out of the grass, and ran away quickly with its back to him, and in less than a few seconds, fled into the forest and disappeared.

Mom? What kind of orc is that? Covered in leaves? How come he never saw it? An orc or a beast that came to the riverbank to drink water, what strange appearance he hadn't seen? Even the birds in the sky have seen hundreds of species, why haven't he seen orcs covered with leaves? Even the head is covered with leaves! Isn't it an orc, it's ----- a monster?

Accustomed to killing all kinds of birds and beasts, and accustomed to eating all kinds of 'meat' flying fish, for the first time I looked at the back of the monster that ran away quickly and was covered with leaves, I had a trace of doubt and confusion, and a trace of ---------- fear.

Silently, he retracted his head back into the water, as if what he had just seen was a dream, a strange dream.

Whether it's a human, an orc, or an animal, there's usually one way to show yourself to unknown creatures, and that's fear!

"Whew---! Call-----! Scared the hell out of me! I thought those monsters were going to catch up! Thankfully not! I'm so lucky! Lan Ruoxin was tired and panting, and turned back several times by holding on to a big tree, until he was sure that there was no crocodile orc behind him, and then he slowly stood up and looked for the traces he had left. Walk back slowly.

Along the way, she climbed a tree and picked a few fresh wild fruits, and also took out two nests of birds' eggs. Looking at the few bird eggs in the arms that were 'mixed' with wild fruits in some small pitiful, it was estimated that they were eggs laid by small birds or something.

Look at them. Lan Ruoxin looked up and remembered that the two huge eggs given to her by the white fox were still left in the Aiqia tribe.

I don't know what the white fox is doing now? Lan Ruoxin walked back as she remembered the noble and lazy appearance of the white fox.

Estimated such good weather. He must be looking for a rock to bask in the sun, right? That's what he likes to do the most!

Roar must be hunting at this time. Does he ---- miss me?

And Lance, is that guy still mad at me? I've never seen such a stingy man! Hum! How do I think of him? I get angry at the thought of him!

Lan Ruoxin shook his head and shook Lance's bewitching face out of his head. Put away your mind and walk back. Thinking that Mordor was still uncertain about his life and death, he had a high fever. How can you still desert here?

Lan Ruoxin thought of Mordor's scarred body, and remembered his strange but unusually strange and beautiful beast form. Finally, in a jungle, I saw the protective circle that I had enclosed with vines.

Climb up the tree and jump into the protective ring. The first thing to do was to remove the banana leaf that Mordor had covered and 'touch' his forehead. It was found that he still had a high fever.

"Mordor, you must not be fine!" Lan Ruoxin muttered softly, tears almost falling again.

tried his best to hold back, and secretly scolded himself for being useless, to be strong. Hurry up and take yourself out from the side. A gourd of water snatched from the mouth of the god of death, poured it on a clean leaf rolled up, carefully handed it to the 'lips' of Mordor's lips, which had lost too much blood and had turned white and dry, and slowly fed it little by little.

Saw the stream of water feed into Mordor's mouth. He also knew how to swallow, and Lan Ruoxin happily fed some more.

Wipe away the little water stains from the corners of Mordor's mouth with his hands, pour a little water from the gourd again, and pat it on Mordor's forehead and cheeks, hoping to cool him down a little.

"I've got to find a way to cook some 'medicine' for him!" Lan Ruoxin looked at Mordor's pale baby face, and once again felt his distressed eyes sour.

Pick up the herb next to it, put it in your mouth, and chew it again. The bitter taste of the 'herb' had made her accustomed to it, and she felt a little more cool before chewing it in her mouth.

I helped Mordor's wound to change the 'medicine' again, and found that his wound was no longer bleeding, but the white 'flesh' and 'holes' left behind were even more terrifying!

Lan Ruoxin didn't want to take a second look after a second look, so she resisted the thought of vomiting, and found some dry thatch for lighting the fire, and it took more than an hour to light the fire.

Lan Ruoxin gasped tiredly, his throat was dry, he took a sip of the raw water in the gourd, and smiled bitterly at the lit fire.

The firelight reflected her dirty little face, revealing a trace of stubbornness and persistence.

Glancing at Mordor, he was still unconscious, and sighed heavily. Quickly took out a green gourd that he picked up along the way, broke a little from it, and took out some inner naan. Stuff the anti-inflammatory herb into it, add a little water and boil it over the fire, then close the top half of the broken part.

There is jungle all around, and I can't find any containers, so I can only use everything that can be used, and I use green gourds as pots instead.

Lan Ruoxin looked at the green gourd burning on the fire, and could only secretly pray that the fire would not burn the gourd through, otherwise Mordor's 'medicine' soup would be finished.

Pray again that the anti-inflammatory 'medicine' herb will not have any chemical reaction with the gourd, otherwise she will be killed by eating Mordor, and she will become a murderer!

Lan Ruoxin didn't leave a single step, staring at the green gourd with both eyes, for fear that something would happen. After a while, the pitch black of the gourd began to shrink, and she quickly used two wooden sticks as pliers, clamped it off and set it aside to cool.

Gently lifted the lid on the gourd, found some 'medicine' juice inside, happily poured into another clean, completely hollowed out gourd, and began to slowly feed Mordor again, little by little.

A small half bowl of soup 'medicine', Lan Ruoxin fed it for nearly an hour, and when he sat next to him and got up tiredly, his 'legs' were numb!

I lament that taking care of the sick is really not a human thing! I slapped some water on Mordor's head and cheeks again, and found that although his fever had not subsided, his face seemed to be better, and I don't know if it was her hallucination.

She had only eaten a few wild fruits, and her stomach was growling with hunger. Looking at the green gourd and bird eggs on the side, Lan Ruoxin thought of a good idea.

Hollowed out a green gourd again, poured a little water into it, broke the bird's egg and put it in.

Place a low fire on the fire slowly. I thought that if Mordor woke up in the evening, maybe I could make up for him.

Lan Ruoxin glanced at the sleeping Mordor worriedly again, thinking that he had lost too much blood, and it was best to eat some pork liver or something to replenish his blood.

Having made up his mind, Lan Ruoxin picked up two raw bird eggs, jumped out of the vine encirclement, and slowly began to walk towards the 'River of Death' again.

Of course, she was thinking that the animals were thirsty and needed to drink water, and the closer they got to the river of death, the more animals they would encounter.

Following the jungle where I found the most small animals in the morning, I chose a place where the soil was relatively 'damp'. She dug a small pit with a twig, covered it with leaves, and deliberately broke one of the two eggs she had brought, and placed the other in good condition on top of her trap.

Ha ha! With this 'decoy' bait, you are sure to catch some small animals. Lan Ruoxin clapped his hands together and patted off the dust and leaves on it.

It's satisfying to look at your own traps. Choosing a hidden place, she hid, squinting her eyes, waiting for her prey to take the bait.

To be honest, although Lan Ruoxin was very excited to make a trap for the first time, he also knew that whether he could catch the prey or not also depended on luck.

She counted the time quietly, begging her prey to take the bait soon, so that she could give Mordor more nutrients, and maybe his illness would get better soon.

It's really scary to survive alone in the wild. What's more, the wild here is full of man-eating beasts, and without a strong male 'sex' protection around her, she really doesn't feel safe at all.

Lan Ruoxin lay quietly in the grass, the dead branches and leaves on her body still wrapped around her body. Natural cover, this moment allows her to completely merge with nature. Lan Ruoxin waited quietly like this, waited!

"Goo-goo! Goo-goo! "Just when Lan Ruoxin was about to give up when she was about to give up sleeping, there was a sudden cry like a pheasant in her ears.

The voice entered his ears, Lan Ruoxin suddenly came to his 'spirit', and immediately opened his eyes nervously, looking at the grass a few meters away in front of him, and a little 'chicken' with red 'hair' suddenly appeared. The body size is larger than the normal little 'chicken' raised by her grandfather's 'milk' and 'milk' family.

The 'chicken' was extinct around 1700. Based on their large number of bones, descriptions and hand-drawings, it is known that they are flightless birds, larger than small 'chickens', about 50 centimeters long.

The feathers on their whole body are reddish-brown downy hairs. The tail was no longer visible, and the wings were almost gone. It has a long, curved beak and long feet. Overall, they resemble sandpipers. The 'chicken' was killed within a century of its discovery.

They are not supposed to taste very good, and are often hunted for curiosity and pastime. Although they are good at escaping, when they see the red cloth, they will chase the red cloth and be 'trapped', and the red seedling 'chickens' will make a cry after being caught, which will attract more red seedling 'chickens'. 》

Wow? What kind of 'chicken' is this? It's so beautiful! Lan Ruoxin looked at the red 'feather' and 'chicken' that had been wandering around in the distance, and his saliva was about to flow down, and he didn't know whether he was pitiful for its beautiful feathers or wanted to eat its 'meat'.

Fast! Go left, go left. Yes, a little to the right, a little to the right! Lan Ruoxin looked at the red 'hairy' and 'chicken', but never found the trap she set, and kept calling in her anxious heart.

Seeing that the red 'hairy' and 'chicken' was about to turn around and walk away, Lan Ruoxin almost stood up and screamed angrily.