When dawn came, the trio left the cave where they were perched early, after Old Flynn suggested that they have to go further, as if they stayed still, they could easily be targeted by their attackers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This was agreed upon by Kenny and the White Dove, and after packing up their only possessions, a crumbling cauldron, they descended into the dense jungle, climbed over a not-so-high mountain, and traversed a valley full of spring and heather to the other side of the forest.

It seems to be the same as before, the only difference is that the trees are more closely arranged and the foliage is more abundant.

"I've lost my way, two. The white dove grumbled, resting on a stone that had been smoothed by the rain.

"We're heading north. Kenny paused, looked in the direction of the foliage, and guessed.

"Where is the destination?" the white dove rubbed his ankles, his gaze bobbing back and forth between the two, "you must at least tell me how long I have to walk, I have to be mentally prepared, and more importantly, we have not eaten a drop of water since last night." ”

"Kids, we'd better not stop here. "It's going to change," said Flynn Sr., leaning around her neck, "and looking down at the two of them, "I mean, the weather might get a little bad." ”

"How bad?" the white dove looked up with a frown, "the storm is coming?"

"Perhaps," said Flynn Sr., "if we stopped, it would be far worse than rain, like a landslide, or a mudslide, that's not sure." ”

"We shouldn't have left the cave," the white dove put down his feet, his tone blaming him, "it's very hidden, the attackers won't dismount and search the mountain, we just have to stay in the cave honestly, I bet those people won't find us for the rest of their lives." ”

"You mean we're going to spend the rest of our lives in that cold, damp cave?" asked Flynn Sr. rhetorically.

"At least when the weather is warmer," muttered the white dove, "it's too cold now!"

"Where are we going, Ms. Flynn?" Kenny continued, "if we have time, we do need to find a place to shelter from the rain and fill our stomachs first." ”

"My plan is to go through this jungle first. Old Flynn stretched out his hand and pointed ahead, "and then follow the plains of Bruce all the way east, and we must find the Unun River, and follow it upstream, out of Assyria." ”

"And after that?" Kenny blinked, "Where's outside of Assyria?"

"She meant to let us go to Elidu. The white pigeon interjected.

"That's right, you're being pursued by the Assyrian Iron Forest, and as long as we enter Elidu, those guys won't be chasing you anymore. Old Flynn took two steps forward, sat down beside the white dove, and then hammered his waist, "When we get there, we will find a small town away from the borderlands, and we will not have to worry about it anymore." ”

"I'm sorry, both of you. Kenny drooped his eyelids, looking a little frustrated.

"Don't blame yourself, nameless. The white dove stood up, "When you get to Elidu, you must give up your status as a noble knight, find a job that can support us, and then make money day and night, year after year, to repay the misfortune we have borne for you today, aha!"

"It's an honor!" Kenny forced himself to smile.

"Hurry up, children," said old Flynn, who also rose from his stones, "and hope this rain will come later!"

However, the truth was far from what Flynn Sr. had expected.

The three of them had barely walked half a mile east when the already dim forest suddenly became darker, followed by the harsh wind, the rustling of young leaves, the roar of the wild beasts of the forest, and the low-flying petrels.

At Flynn's urging, they turned from walking slowly to walking quickly, and time seemed to suddenly become an enemy at this moment.

Kenny walked at the end of the group, and after climbing a steep slope, he noticed that the white dove was trembling, and at the same time, the wind became more arrogant, almost at any moment to blow the emaciated figure in front of him down.

So he untied the wolf-patterned cloak from his shoulders, trotted two steps after the white dove, then shook off the cloak and put his hand around her.

The white pigeon is startled by the sudden movement, but when she realizes that the person next to her is Kenny, she does not speak or resist.

A bolt of lightning fell, slashing at a banyan tree not far away, and the tremendous force split the thick ancient tree that the two of them were holding at the waist, and Kenny felt the damp ground tremble under his feet amid the screams of the white dove, and at the same time smelled the smell of metal and scorching in the air.

In the next second, the wind turned into an invisible army, rampage with impunity, and those closely arranged giant trees whistled, like giants guarding the mountain facing the god of storms, accompanied by thunder exploding in the sky, copper-colored thunderbolts flashed in front of them one after another, and the gray dense forest was repeatedly illuminated, and then fell into the darkness of no boundless.

In panic, they bypassed the broken banyan tree, and with the lightning and thunder, the young leaves began to fly all over the sky, the birds in the forest kept making high-pitched chirps, and the low-flying petrels kept crashing into the trees and rolling down the hillside with the rocks.

The rain finally fell. Prompted by the strong wind, when the hair-thin droplets hit the faces of the three men, they were sharper than the cold sharp knives.

The storm seemed to turn into death in a second, and the pain kept coming, and they walked through the forest, struggling to climb a high slope, which was the direction of the storm, and if they could not find a place to take refuge, the mudflow would howl.

After a few moments, the rainstorm intensified, and the already slippery moss became even more slippery.

Kenny was a little uneasy, and he looked around, thinking that they might be able to climb a tree for refuge, but this idea was quickly dispelled by a thunderbolt, and another giant tree crashed to the ground like a mountain peak in front of him.

At this moment, the rain became more severe and unforgiving, and the three of them were already soaking wet, the emaciated white dove was shivering in Kenny's arms, and there were branches and branches scattered around them that had been struck by lightning or blown down by the wind, and the howl of nature had overshadowed everything, and they could no longer hear each other's breathing, and could only move forward through the bushes and slippery mud.

After a short walk, the road down seemed to be more difficult than the uphill, and they never knew how big rocks would roll down behind them, and they never knew if a huge tree was being smashed down by lightning overhead.

As it grew late and the dense jungle was filled with uncertainty and death, the storm didn't seem to want to stop there, and when there was enough light left to see, they found a high rock and came to a stop.

Kenny fetches some butter leaves and vines, then drags a few thicker trunks, which he puts together to create a makeshift shelter next to the boulder.

"Don't go out again!please!!" the white dove leaned against the cold edge of the wall and grabbed the corner of Kenny's coat.

"But I have to find something to eat!!" he turned and roared over the wind and rain.

"It's raining too hard!" shouted Old Flynn at the top of his voice, "you must stay here!!"

Kenny propped up his windblown eyelids and turned his face to look behind him.

"Come here!!" the white dove tugged at the corner of his coat again.

"Don't move!" Kenny exclaimed, suddenly clasping his cold hands, "There's something there!!"