"Haven't you been to the rainforest of Arella?"

Magellan looked at the frightened eagles and began to feel that he might have overlooked something important. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"In fact, our airships have never been above the rainforest, and according to the King of the World, the rainforests of the Arella continent are not suitable for airships. ”

"Do you know why?"

"There are huge rainstorms in the rainforest every night, which results in a very complex air flow environment that is definitely not suitable for airships. ”

"And you still rushed into this rainforest?" Magellan felt very helpless, the eagle people were indeed not stupid, but they still let the problem happen.

"The airflow here is far more complicated than the one in Arellia in Franci's investigation. The airship can travel through the rainforests of Arellia unscathed......" Wen sighed, then shook his head, "but we haven't fallen yet, and there's hope." ”

Magellan sighed helplessly: "What do you need me to do?"

"Tucked away in a safe place. ”

The eagleman gave Magellan a cynical smile and then ran wildly spreading his wings and rushing into the dark sky.

Magellan turned and stepped off the deck, and before he was completely surrounded by the warm light, the last thing he saw was a bolt of lightning streaking across the sky, illuminating the eagles flying around the airship.

The Hawkmen were prepared for everything - the airship had a complete drainage system, superior wind resistance, and even a lightning protection system against lightning strikes, but none of this solved the problems they faced.

They weren't prepared enough.

The drainage system is not strong enough to withstand heavy rains of this magnitude, the wind resistance is not strong enough to withstand such strong winds, and the lightning protection system has almost been melted down by the lightning strike.

Magellan blew out the candles in his small room and lay down on the bed ready to go to bed, but before closing his eyes, he said his last words of the day to the thunderbolt-lit sky: "Good night." ”

......

Azholm was in a bad mood, he never imagined that he would suffer a series of failures.

The Archon was neither yin nor yang, but he held the captive so highly that he even sent three powerful temple warriors of his own family into the rainforest with weapons blessed by the gods to meet the outsider.

This was an act that would have provoked strong opposition from the priests, but this time, Azholm was desperate to discover that all the priests were supporting the archons.

It took him a long time to figure out the reason for all this: the priests believed in that prophecy and believed that the offspring of Quetzalcoatl would bring a happy life.

Azholm believed that they were just fed up with the insatiable Lord God.

But it would be foolish if you invited a monster that devoured children in order to drive away the monster that devoured the old man.

The priests are so stupid now, and under their leadership, everyone, including the consuls, has become equally stupid.

Even Azholm's father, a Templar warrior who was revered by many.

When the old man rejected him, Azholm decided to give up completely.

He will save himself alone in hell and let the city fall freely.

However, at the beginning of this plan, Azholm first has to find an island with a future.

......

When night fell and the rain poured down, Francis took advantage of this precious opportunity to hide under a large tree to rest.

The only thing he knew about surviving in the rainforest came from the behavior of the native warrior as he walked through the jungle during this time, and in any case, it was foolish to rush through the heavy rain at night.

But there's no time to waste.

The warrior probably knew how to move in the rainforest at night, but he might have trouble pinpointing Francis, but it was almost insignificant.

Francis wasted not a second, he used the means of years of dignity of a pirate to break free from the rope that bound his hands, regain his grip on freedom, and then began to prepare to face the pursuers.

Meanwhile, Sue is braving heavy rain as she navigates the rainforest.

He cautiously avoided the danger zone, struggling to navigate with instinct and a little luck in the darkness where he could barely see anything.

But in such a situation, he could not find any traces left by Francis.

Su clenched the obsidian long knife in his hand and took a deep breath with a shudder.

He was the only one in the rainforest who could find his hidden prey on such a dark and rainy night.

Whatever this monster crawling out of hell wants, at least for Sue, all he can get is glory.

The man, like a beast, began to move along his chosen route purely by instinct.

And it took him an incredible amount of time to find his prey.

Francis heard footsteps in the rain.

It was a barefoot man, he lived in the rainforest, hunted, and had long been integrated here, so the footsteps were almost imperceptible under the cover of the rain, but the characteristics were too obvious that as long as they were detected, they were too easy to distinguish.

Almost at the same time, Sue sensed Francis' breathing.

This is an outsider, and he can't learn to hide himself in the rain in such a short time.

"The hunt is over. ”

Su Gao raised his long knife and rushed out like a leopard.

Then his calf touched a stretch of rope.

Without pause, the warrior continued to rush forward, and the rope broke as if it had long since rotted.

Then Sue's other calf touched the second piece of rope.

The warrior was still unstoppable, the rope did not delay for even a second, the sound of Francis's breathing was in front of him, and everything was about to end.

Then Sue stepped on a very slippery piece of ground.

The slope was so subtle that it threw Sue off balance almost instantly, and the warrior fell on his back, tiptoe kicking a leaf, and the rain mixed with mud smashing his head and face.

Francis began to run wildly, and he was so sure that the back of the native warrior's head had hit a protruding root, and that he would not be able to judge his movements, if not faint.

It's a well-designed trap.

Using what he had learned from Magellan's trap, Francis used himself as bait to create the trap with the rope that had bound his hands in the belief that there was no escape, with the sole purpose of giving himself a little more rest than the warrior.

He did it.

But this is only the beginning, when the fighters no longer have the confidence of absolute superiority, Francis will not be able to complete the next trap.

The hunt continues, and the night is still long.