The rain was still falling, and the night was already deep. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Azholm knocked on the door of the treehouse.

Then the door opened, and two strong warriors looked at him with ill will, allowing him to stand in the heavy rain, but stood there and blocked the doorway.

Azholm saw hope, as it looked like the man who lived here hadn't slept yet.

With a man's stiff voice, the warrior behind the door stepped out of the way, and Azholm walked into the room.

It was a small room, with torches lit, and in the middle sat a small but very strong man.

"Is there anything wrong with you, priest?"

Azholm bowed and carefully worded: "The Stranger has arrived, and this era is over." ”

The owner of the room, a warrior from the depths of the distant rainforest, smiled mockingly: "I envy you for being able to converse in words that I don't understand at all. ”

"A group of invaders is about to go to war, but our priests and consuls are ready to welcome them with the grandest of ceremonies. The Maya are gone, and I have come to seek refuge. ”

The warrior put away his smile, and he nodded thoughtfully, "You mean the prophecy of the Quetzalcoatl?"

"Yes......"

"It's sad. ”

The warrior stood up with a dangerous expression, and he walked up to Azholm and stared into his eyes: "What do you want from us?"

"A chance to live. Those outsiders are beasts, they will not let any of the rainforest dwellers live, my side is doomed to defeat in the war, if you are willing to take me in, I can give everything. ”

"Everything?"

"I know where the Spring Fountain is. ”

There was a subtle change in the warrior's eyes.

"And then?"

"I'll take your warriors there and get the spring water. Outsiders will not stop fighting unless they occupy all the land, and soon you will be dragged into the war, and if there is no spring, there is no hope in the face of wild beasts. ”

The warrior let out a cold snort of disdain, "Even without the spring, you have never caused any trouble to our warriors. ”

"I don't want to repeat that endless argument, now is not the time. ”

The warrior turned his face and raised his right hand.

The two warriors who had been standing in front of the door walked out of the door and closed the door.

"How many outsiders are there in the rainforest?

"One, coming towards here. ”

The warrior glanced at Azholm in surprise and thought for a moment, but couldn't figure out what the situation was.

"It was a captive, and he was the only survivor of a battle in which the Outsiders were wiped out. The bigwigs here want to meet him and show him kindness. ”

"There is never an outsider in this world who does not fight for land. You are right, both you and we have been dragged into the war. I accept your request, but in return, you will give everything for victory in the war. ”

The warrior stared at Azholm like a falcon, and the priest sighed and nodded, "What do you want me to do?"

"Kill that captive. ”

"I've thought of everything...... At least ten Templar warriors have walked into the rainforest to protect him, and if there is a glimmer of hope, I will not come to you......"

"You've been looking for me now, haven't you?" the warrior turned calmly and removed a strange-looking black, curved knife from the rack behind him, "I'll give you two warriors." ”

......

The night continued, and the rain showed no sign of ending.

Francis struggled through the darkness, he didn't know which direction was safe, but he knew that it was least safe to stay where he was.

Francis's efforts weren't in vain, at least the trap gave him hope that didn't exist in the first place.

The indigenous warrior will waste his strength in anger while facing the effects of negativity, the darkness and heavy rain insulate the senses, and the isolation of the environment will infinitely magnify the negative effects, especially for the predator.

But all this was not enough to give Francis any hope of escape, and he struggled through the rainforest, not even knowing if he was ramming into the muzzle of the hunter's gun.

The only hope lies in a destination that is already not far away.

Judging by how the indigenous warriors behaved before the incident, they were not far from their destination, and Francis would not be killed when they arrived. That's why the fighter chose to do it, because if you don't act, you won't have a chance.

Francis was sure that he was fleeing in the right direction during the day, but he was not sure if he had gone in the wrong direction in the dark.

In any case, he has done everything he can, and all that remains is a fate beyond the reach of mortals in the hands of science.

Thinking so, Francis walked around a large tree and found himself destined for the end.

The sound of the warrior's breathing was right in front of him.

Sue listened to the sharp heartbeat in the darkness and showed a satisfied smile that no one could see.

This is the bloodthirsty and contented smile of the hunter, who has defeated not only his prey, but also himself, and it is time to enjoy the bloody loot.

After stepping into the trap, Sue realized that he had found a real prey worth hunting, and he almost completely forgot about his anger, leaving only his icy hunting instincts.

He determined, almost entirely intuitively, that Francis was approaching the city-state at the end of his journey, and then felt in the darkness that the prey awaited the appearance of his prey in his path.

Sue succeeded.

Francis was confident in his skills, but he couldn't possibly fight a warrior with a long knife without a weapon, not to mention the fact that this was a rainforest he was unfamiliar with, surrounded by heavy rain that he was not used to.

But he was still determined to fight to the death, and for a pirate, all surprises were surprises.

Under the cover of darkness and heavy rain, a death match quietly began.

No one knows what is happening, and perhaps after the night is gone, a wild beast will come here to eat the corpses of the losers, and the indigenous warriors looking for captives will only see what remains after the rainforest has wiped everything out.

Suddenly, a beam of light pierced the darkness.

A rain of arrows followed.

Francis listened in despair to the screeching sound of arrows piercing the air, and watched as the hunter raised his long knife aloft.

He was powerless to resist, the blood flowing from the wound on his left rib took away Francis's strength, and he closed his eyes and waited for the final moment to come.

Then the sound of a torrential rain falling on the leaves was heard.

Sue took one last look at the rainforest, and everything was incredibly bright for a moment, and then he sank into the darkness.

He's dead.