It's been the second day since he walked into the swamp, and Fern still pushes forward little by little behind the dark clouds. There was not much food and water left in the bag, but there was still no end in sight of the swamp.

Although Fern had slept the night before on the footsteps he had walked, he had not been able to sleep well because he was afraid of falling asleep and rolling into the swamp, and he woke up before dawn and could not sleep again. The clouds were in much better condition than he was, and it was evident that he had rested well that night.

The wound on his shoulder became more and more serious, and the wound that was not deep had now suppurated, and the slightest movement made Fern grin in pain. Although the mercenaries had tried to cover their wounds with the herbs they had brought with them, they had not alleviated the injuries in the slightest. Fatigue and hunger have undoubtedly accelerated the deterioration of the wounds, and there is no hope of survival in this endless black sea.

"If you can't get out today, you'll starve to death here tomorrow. Fern looked at the endless black swamp and couldn't help but think. "Or die from this damn wound, you must not have a fever......" As he thought about it, his stomach rumbled again, and he rummaged through the only hard jerky and dried fruit slices left in his bag, and just put them to his mouth and stopped. "I don't know if the two of them have arrived in Wet Harbor, if it goes well, they should have arrived yesterday, and now they are in the swamp rose. The thought of the hot food in the swamp roses made saliva flow from the corners of his mouth, and Fern didn't think much more, and shoved the dry food into his mouth in a few bites. After eating, he didn't forget to leave some dried fruit slices for Dark Cloud to eat, and in this mud without a single grass, he could only share food with his mount.

I don't know how long I walked, but the sky gradually darkened again, and it was already dusk. The fiery clouds on the horizon had stained the earth red, even the swamps, and a few crows flew in the sky, their feathers turning red.

Fern sighed helplessly, seeing that he was going to sleep in the swamp again today, and the damp and sticky ground was definitely not a good choice for sleeping. Suddenly he thought of something, and a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes. "They're not connoisseurs of long-haul flights, and they only find food where there's food, so there's bound to be land nearby where they can stay. Thinking of this, Fern suddenly gained strength, and his steps became brisk.

The fiery clouds turned bright red to dark red, then to dark red, and the earth was plunged into darkness in silence. The bright moonlight and starry sky allowed Fern to see the marsh even at night. In the distance on the horizon, a forest loomed into the sky, not a small area, and although it was not the end of the mire, Fern was still ecstatic, whatever it was, it gave him a glimmer of hope.

The clouds led Fern slowly towards the woods, and as he expected, the path of life must have led to this oasis in the swamp, and the closer he got to the woods, the harder the path beneath his feet, and the greater the range he could walk. Fern could not even go behind the clouds and walk into the woods on his own, and almost all of the ground turned into hard mud.

Finally entering the woods, the fragrance of trees and grass came to his face, smelling the air full of life, stepping on the soft grass covered with fallen leaves, feeling this long-lost touch, Fern actually forgot the fatigue and pain of his body.

Fern decided to find a hidden place to sleep first, and although he wanted to find something to eat, his current physical condition did not allow him to do so. After looking around, Fern chose two trees about the length of a man to gather in, then took out a hanging net from his pannier, climbed one tree and tied one end of the net to the waist of the tree to make sure that a large animal passing by at night would not hurt him, and then climbed the other one and tied the other end. The pain in his shoulder made him climb very slowly, and the pain made him even lose his spirit, and he almost fell off the tree several times.

It took almost all his strength and energy to secure the net, and Fern tied the cloud to one of the trees, took out the water bladder, poured some water and fed it to it, and drank most of the rest of the water in one gulp, leaving only a few sips for emergency relief. His tired body didn't have time to swallow so much water, and he fell to the ground and coughed violently. At last, Fern regained his composure, struggled to his feet, threw the water bladder into the hanging net, and then climbed up again with all the strength he had left, and the whole person fell into the hanging net, and suddenly fatigue hit him like a flood, and he had no time to think about it, and fell asleep.

"Fern, I'm afraid, can we escape?" said Kaya, whose voice trembled with fear. Her arms were covered with the marks of being scratched by the branches of the trees she had run through the jungle, her face was soaked with tears and sweat, and despair struck the last line of defense in her heart.

"Yes, trust me, I'll take you back to Deville!" Fern took Kaya's hand in his own, and looked at her steadfastly.

Kaya barely managed to squeeze out a smile. "Yes!"

The sword pierced Kaya's body. "Fern, live, must live. Tears flowed from her eyes and dripped down his face.

Fern woke up suddenly, sweating profusely and his mood fluctuating violently. It was still late at night, and the cries of insects and toads were all around, like a lullaby. He looked at the dark cloud under the tree, it was still standing and asleep, nothing was going on. "Kaya......" Fern said silently, falling asleep again in a lullaby.

When he woke up again, it was already noon the next day, and the sun shone through the branches on the mercenary's face, and the wind blew through the leaves to make the sun sway, and he couldn't open his eyes. If it weren't for the hunger, Fern would have wanted to sleep like this, and now he had to try to find some food and water.

The oasis was so diverse that it didn't take much effort for Fern to find some small berries. Then he found a low shrub with a large rhizome, and he dug out the rhizome with a dagger, peeled off the outermost layer of crust, and devoured it.

Having filled his stomach, Fern began to search for water, which was more important than food, but also more dangerous, because all the animals would go to the water to drink, and among them were probably large beasts. Fern searched the woods as the vegetation grew, and gradually, the sound of water came to his ears from far and near. "Good, that's it. "Everything seems to be under control. To be on the safe side, Fern didn't immediately run to the water source, but found a bush to get into, and checked the water source through the gap in the grass.

It was a small stream, and its source was a rather large waterhole in the distance, and in the middle of the waterhole there was a spring bubbling up, and both the brook and the plants beside the waterhole were thriving. "It should be fine, but let's take another look. Fern had just eaten enough, and the water from the plant roots and berries had temporarily satisfied his need for water, so he wasn't in a hurry.

After a while, two animals, one large and one small, looked like birds and not birds, paced slowly to the brook and drank water to themselves. "It's ...... , is it a long-extinct heron?" Fern widened his eyes as he stared at the two animals in front of him that he had only seen in the painting, unable to believe his eyes.

Then something even more surprising came into view, and in the distance by the waterhole, two ragged men appeared, crouching on the shore, with a large tank filled with water, much to Fern's great uneasiness. "How can there be other people here? Where there are people, there will be trouble. Fern thought to himself, not daring to expose himself rashly, so he had to continue to squat in the grass. "At least the water is drinkable. ”

At this time, the last thing Fern wanted to see happened, the heron's alertness was amazing, they seemed to have spotted someone hiding nearby, screaming at the grass, and the two people in the distance instantly stopped what they were doing and looked in horror. Before Fern could react, they fled, abandoning the water tank at the water's edge and disappearing into the jungle, apparently more frightened than Fern.

Furn walked out of the grass in confusion and came to the brook, where the heron saw him approaching and turned away. The mercenary lowered his body and put his mouth into the water, sipping greedily from the sweet spring water, the cool water that made Fern forget the pain for a moment. After drinking his fill, Fern filled the water bladder again and began to wash the wound on his shoulder with water. The moment the water touched the wound, the pain came suddenly, and Fern gripped his clothes with his left hand, clenched his teeth, and continued to scoop water with his right hand and apply it to the wound.

The pus had been washed away, and Fern put the water bladder on his back, and was about to get up and return to the resting place where the clouds were, when suddenly a sound of hissing came from the woods across the creek. Fern pricked up his ears alertly, and the sound was gone, and when he looked up, there was no sound except the brushing of the leaves in the wind.

Years of survival in the wild have taught Fern that it is better to go for the worse than the situation. But it was too late, and just as he turned to run, several men with wooden throwing guns jumped out of the woods behind him, shouting "Stop", and one of them raised his throwing gun and threw it.

The spear went over Fern's head and stuck in the dirt in front of him, apparently not trying to kill him. Fern felt unsure of his escape, so he turned around, and on the other side of the creek stood ten or so strong men, all ragged like the previous two, but their dark muscles showed that they were good warriors.

One of the men in the lead turned around and whispered to the two men behind him, only to see them remove the rope around their waists and slowly cross the creek from both sides to encircle Fern.

"You'd better not play any tricks, our spears haven't tasted blood for a long time. The man who took the lead said with a blank face.

"Who are you and why are you here?" Fern glanced at the two people who surrounded him, and then at the people opposite, deciding that it was better to be caught with his hands on his feet.

"We should ask you that, but you don't need to answer right away. The man motioned for his companion, who had already come to Fern's side, to move, and two ropes went around Fern's hands and body, tying him tightly around his upper body.

"Take it back. The man commanded.