A cold, damp forest breeze woke Alan from his nap, and he opened his eyes suddenly, immediately realizing that he had been outside for too long. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

To the west, through the sparse foliage, huge black shadows are slowly forming an outline over the hills, and the rolling, undulating clouds and pouring raindrops resemble a black veil.

The messenger of the storm is coming, and the tyranny and ferocity of the thick, dark clouds alone can be seen.

Eren knew he was in danger, and that even landslides and mudslides could easily kill any daredevil, not to mention the unpredictable lightning and thunder.

He picked up the bag he had thrown on the ground and began to run west, in the direction of Lanstel City.

The dexterous figure danced rapidly between the rotten leaves and rocks, precisely avoiding the cool mud and rotten leaves and dead branches where snakes and insects might be hiding.

This is not the first time that the boy has left the tall walls of the imperial capital and gone into the wilderness, since he began to live alone, he often comes to the mountains and forests to collect some mushrooms and hunt some prey to make a living.

The imperial capital is prosperous, but the people who live in the imperial capital may not all be rich.

But even so, few people come to the surrounding mountains and forests. With the exception of a few children of the nobility who boasted of their bravery, few of the poor people came here.

The older ones don't look down on this income, after all, they still have to support their families, and jobs like "hunting" that depend on luck and often can't make ends meet, are not a serious livelihood.

Most of the younger, half-grown children can't bear this hardship, and they prefer to join a small gang that doesn't even have a name, and learn how to turn copper from other people's pockets into their own pockets, even if the result of failure is to have their index fingers chopped off.

Alan is different from them, since he was a child, he has demanded that his boy with knightly standards has an incomprehensible insistence that others can not understand, and he has entered the mountains and forests alone at the age of seven to mingle until now, relying on mushrooms and hares and pheasants, and has lived to the age of sixteen with a full meal, and has condensed his own fighting seeds.

Of course, Allen's life is not all about hunting, after all, copper is still needed to buy daily necessities.

In fact, as early as four years ago, he was no longer thin and weak, and he found a job moving goods, and with his hard work, he worked hard to support himself.

He hadn't been here for a long time, and if it weren't for the events of the past few days, he might have been here again for a long time.

Thinking of Otto's explanation, Alan sighed lightly, he understood everything the other party said, and understood that this was the truth of society, but ...... He really doesn't want to fill his heart with so much "maturity", and prefers to be a stunned young man who draws his sword for weakness and injustice at any time.

When he is in a bad mood, he will always come to the mountains and forests to walk, bully and bully pheasants, rabbits and rats, and he will always be happy, after all, he is still a child.

Today was indeed a bit unlucky, not only sleeping from midday until evening, but also crashing into the impending storm.

Thunderstorms, forest fires, landslides, for these events that only exist in rumors, Allen has only heard about them, but he doesn't want to try them at all.

What's more, if he can't get back to the imperial capital in time, drenched in a night of heavy rain or longer, the ensuing wind chill may bury him directly in the forest.

The cold wind began to become more humid and cold, and the orange dusk was swallowed up by the condensing darkness, and the dark clouds obscured the setting sun.

The bright colors began to wither and turn to a gloomy gray, lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and a loud thunder obscured the howling hurricane.

Alan struggled to hold his shape, the storm came faster than he had imagined, the whirling wind following him closely, pushing his back, threatening to toss him over and up into the sky at any moment.

"We can't go on like this, we have to find a way to get rid of it!"

Alan knew that it was impossible for him to fight the storm, and the reason why he was not carried by the strong wind like Ye Shi was only because of the obstruction of the trees, once he rushed out of the woodland, or waited for the gradually violent wind to break a few large trees, then he would not be far from the day when his soul would return to the underworld.

The wind grew more and more intense, and Allen's soaked back began to feel cold, and he shivered, dazed.

The tree began to tilt under the roar of the wind, and the boy felt as if there were countless powerful hands tugging at his body, trying to make him turn.

Alan arched his body decisively, shifted his center of gravity downward, and gradually stabilized his figure, he had no plans to fly into the sky now, so he had to choose to live up to the "kindness" of the tornado.

Reaching the gravel path, he began to turn north, a circuitous way into the depths of the forest, not to the imperial capital.

That's right, Eren has made up his mind, he needs to go to the heart of the jungle for a while, and then survive this sudden storm there.

As for the idea of running back to the imperial capital, he has been given up by the boy, he is not stupid, but knows how to make trade-offs better than ordinary people.

In today's environment, if he dares to step out of the woods, he will be swept into the sky by a howling hurricane, and as for whether he can survive later, Alan has no extravagance for this.

There are of course unknown risks associated with going deep into the forest, but it's better than going to the sky with broken wood and rubble, at least for now.

With a dense block of fir and oak, the whirlwind around Eren gradually weakened, which relieved the boy who had been struggling since he woke up.

Suddenly, the young knight heard an eerie sound coming from the woods to the east, the sound of a hurricane grinding through the gaps in the thick foliage of tall oak.

The banshee's wailing sound made the already dark and cold void even more terrifying, and every time he squeezed through it, Eren had a sense of foreboding, as if he was walking through some kind of monster's mouth and esophagus instead of a dense forest.

Perhaps the dark voids in the forest are not much safer than the Moorrina Boulevard?

The stories of man-eating elves and wild forest ghosts made the boy's throat tighten.

Grabbing the rhizomes that jutted out from the side walls of the mud layer, Alan slowly slid into the bottom of the valley, a long, narrow valley that cut the endless mountain forest in half.

The hurricane was southeast, blocked by the woods to the south, and it was already a lot smaller here, at least it wouldn't make Alan feel unsteady on his feet.

The boy walked along one side of the valley so that he could escape some of the rain with the help of the hemp rhizomes that grew on the side walls.

However, Alan's good idea did not come true, and the raindrops wrapped in the cold wind made him unable to open his eyes, and the rain and tears fell on the already soaked shirt together.

In the middle of the storm, the boy with his feet in the mud almost fell because he lost his balance.

The water began to pour into the canyon, and he had to take every step carefully to avoid stepping on the unfathomable crevices and holes that had been filled with stagnant water......

The devil stayed in the warm room, silently sensing what happened to the boy through the mark on Alan's body.

The storm came so strangely that this anomaly aroused the devil's vigilance.

He wondered which blind fool had fallen in love with his prey, or was there really something remarkable about the boy he had chosen?