The dense Hogan Forest completely separates Auston City from Montenegro, and Atwood, who can't bear the exploitation of the Raven Lord, escapes from the Black Mountain into the Hogan Forest, relying on his strong survival ability to gradually gain a foothold between the rocks and the stream. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Deep in the jungle, he organized a team of a dozen people who lived by hunting and looting.

Months of drought have wiped out crops in the vicinity, and Atwood and his brothers are struggling to survive on what little food they have stored.

The sun shone through the canopy onto the ground as usual, and a pregnant elk looked down for grass in the crevices of the rocks. Atwood, who hadn't seen an animal in days, stared intently at the pregnant elk, and he was sure that the grazing creature in front of him was a big meal, and under the brown fur grew enough fresh venison for himself and the other brothers to eat.

He held his breath and walked slowly around the side of the elk, where there happened to be a large tree that had fallen on the rock, and according to his judgment, he hid on the side of the tree just in the wind, and the alert elk could not smell the unpleasant smell of sweat on his body. Just as he was about to shoot the arrow, a long howl suddenly came from not far away, and he quickly turned his bow and arrow and tried to aim at the target behind him.

With a pair of long, slender hands held high above his head, Atwood noticed that it was his good brother Wright slowly approaching him. He turned around to look for the grazing elk again, but he could no longer find the "big meal" that was about to arrive.

He complained loudly, "I'm almost caught, why are you doing this." Wright smiled and said, "The spies have detected a convoy of wagons about to pass by Eagle's Beak Rock, and everyone is waiting for you." ”

"We haven't had enough for days, and as for meat, I've almost forgotten the last time I ate it," Atwood said angrily. Still smiling, Wright said, "I think killing a pregnant elk will be punished by God, and I'd rather starve to death than do that, and I don't want to see anyone else do that." ”

Atwood shook his head helplessly, pulled Wright over with his left hand, hugged him in his arms, and said happily, "Tell me, what's on the carriage?" Wright pretended to be mysterious and did not answer.

Back at camp, Atwood heard the spies say that there were wagons passing through Hawk's Beak Rock from Auston to Black Mountain, and determined that the guards protecting the wagons were vulnerable and that it was a good opportunity to replenish supplies.

Atwood listened to the spies' report and immediately began to set up a robbery route, Wright brought a bowl of mushroom soup, Atwood frowned and drank the mushroom soup and said, "This should have been venison, not a hat soup that farts when you drink it." ”

Wright was completely offended at hearing his complaints, still smiling and nodding. Atwood counted the numbers and decided to take four archers and two axe-throwers with him, so that he could put the opposing guards to death from a distance and his own team avoid injury.

Before he left, he instructed Wright to prepare the cauldron of stew, and the quick-witted man had not eaten meat for a long time, and he jokingly said as he tightened his belt: "If you can't grab any more valuable goods this time, you will use this cauldron to stew Wright." ”

Wright smiled as he piled the firewood at the bottom of the cauldron, completely unconcerned about what anyone else said. Atwood led four archers and two axe-throwers to the pre-agreed location of Eagle's Beak Rock, where there was a steep slope below which was the only way to Montenegro, and he ordered two axe-throwers to hide behind large rocks and be ready to kill the people at the front of the group, while four archers climbed up nearby trees and waited for his signal.

After arranging everything, Atwood was still thinking about the elk in the morning, munching boredly with grass roots in his mouth. As the wheels creaked far and near, Atwood quickly wound his bow.

He lay on the rocks and saw four tired soldiers not far away dragging their heavy steps towards him, and his listlessness looked like he was dying. Behind the soldiers were two carriages, the first of which resembled a prisoner's cart with a cage on which several people were being held from a distance. The second car was covered with a cloth, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

Atwood gestured to tell everyone not to act rashly and to take a closer look at his surroundings. Behind the two wagons were a dozen soldiers, equally dejected, and seemingly unwilling to make the trip.

The first carriage passed by the Eagle's Beak Rock, and the right wheel sank into a deep pit in the ground, and one of the soldiers immediately complained aloud: "Come and see, this unfortunate errand, and the damned prisoners in the carriage." They were in the car and we were going to walk with these damn people to Montenegro, and I wanted to whip these guys who didn't know how to live or die, especially the old man. ”

The rest of the soldiers were pushing the wagon hard, and almost no one was whining all the time like this one. One thing Atwood was sure of was that the man's grumbling must not have been enough, or the first arrow he shot wouldn't have happened to be in his mouth.