The second day's competition came to an end with the elimination of five teams, although it was far inferior to the first day in terms of numbers, but the ten teams in these five battles were almost exhausted. Can you imagine a battlemage who has run out of magic energy and ends up fighting hand-to-hand with his staff, or a endgame that lasts for hours, until the end of the day, even the spectators can't help but run to the toilet a few times, and the battle is still over?

Aside from these victorious battles, there is another phenomenon that occupies a large part of the second day's competition - pursuit and flight. Perhaps it was because the teams that survived until the second day had more or less gained something, and they were extremely cautious every time they attacked, and at the slightest danger, or when there were signs of a bitter battle, they immediately abandoned the battle and retreated collectively to the depths of the dense forest.

As a result, the audience will often see such a strange scene on the "crystal wall": two teams that have no loss and have just fought each other, suddenly one of them runs for their lives, and the other side chases after a little stunned, like a mad dog. Of course, there are no rules such as negative competitions in this "jungle knockout", so the tens of thousands of spectators at the scene can only express their dissatisfaction with the biggest boos.

As for the "Metal Fangs Team", which brought great shock to the audience for two consecutive days, it was never amplified to the "crystal wall" in a slightly regretful sigh. In fact, the reason is very simple, although Zal and others played a hand in the nameplate matter and successfully retained six nameplates, but these alone are not enough to ensure their appearance.

What's more, while it's unclear what the extent of Zal's injury is, Gavila's situation is anything but promising. It is likely that none of them will be restored until the end of the game. So how to fight the battle after that is a question, should we rely on two or three on the third day to turn the game around? This is indeed a bit unrealistic.

So when Zal fell unconscious, the image of the "metal fangs" disappeared into the forest with the orcs carrying the two of them. Shrunk into the corner of the "crystal wall" together, and no one cared anymore.

But that's not the case for everyone. The half-elves and the others, who had always been sitting in the VIP seats, were not affected too much, just quietly looked at the small corner that belonged to the "metal fangs". Although they received many glances such as pity, pity, ridicule, and sarcasm, they knew very well in their hearts that the battle was going on, and the battle was not over......

The surrounding light is very dark and very quiet, completely devoid of the various sounds of the jungle that I have in my impression. The blurred vision in front of me gradually became clearer. Zar, who slowly opened his eyes, couldn't tell where he was. The large blank memories gave him an eerie trance, as if he wasn't sure why he was here.

However, the voice next to him quickly pulled him back to reality. "Awake?"

It was Gavila's voice, and Zar froze his head vigorously, but the sharp pain that seemed to be coming out of his skull made him grin and gasp. Turning his head with difficulty, Zal found himself lying flat on the ground, covered in many bandages of linen. And this is not an inexplicable "place", but a slightly narrow stone cave.

The light that shines through the opening. The sky looked a little dark, presumably at sunset. In the nearby fire pit, smokeless thunder trees burned and crackled, bright red sparks rose with heat waves, and orange flames shook and swayed, casting an undulating shadow on the uneven stone wall.

Gavira sat a short distance across from her in a blanket. Her face looked a little weak and pale, but when those eyes looked at Zal, there was a hint of joy and relief, as if she could finally rest assured.

"Well, wake up......" Zar replied softly. His voice was unusually hoarse, like rubbed sand. "What is this place, how long have I been unconscious?" he asked, struggling to his feet, leaning against the stone wall and exhaling.

"After you fell unconscious, Grohl carried us to the end of the jungle, where we found a cave at the bottom of the cliff as a makeshift camp. "To be exact, we're in the northeast corner of the whole region, and we shouldn't be looking for anyone." ”

"Have you run out of the jungle?" Zal said with some surprise, "Well, I guess the Eye of Surveillance won't be able to catch up with us." A very ugly smile appeared on his face.

"As for how long you've been unconscious...... It's the evening of the third day of the tournament," the Wood Elf looked up at the hole, "it's been a full day and a half. ”

Zal listened to Gavila's words and stared at her eyes directly, almost unable to believe her ears. "Day 3?evening!Damn, how could I have been unconscious for so long?!!" he exclaimed.

"So long? Honestly, you should be glad you woke up. The Wood Elf frowned and reminded, "Kadius has reminded you countless times, Zhar, that the Iron Heart must not be used like this. Otherwise, it will only burn out your spiritual power and eventually drag you into the abyss of death. And you can't be so lucky forever......"

Zal tried to refute, but in the end he didn't speak, just gave a soft "um" and took the topic somewhere else. "Where's Grohl? Why isn't he with us?"

Gavira sighed imperceptibly, not saying much about Zal's behavior of pulling away from the topic. The word "stubborn" has become a common problem in this team, and she didn't expect to be able to convince others, nor did she expect anyone to convince herself.

"He's going to be our butler......" the wood elf muttered.

Zar laughed out loud. "Well, for the sake of the Lord God, are you talking about Grohl?"

As soon as Zal finished speaking, a burly figure walked in from outside the cave with the sound of chains clanging. The orc carried a bundle of dry wood under one arm, and in the other hand a few pheasants that had been cleaned up and worn on wooden thorns. The copper-colored giant axe was behind him, and it was obvious that this murder weapon had played the role of a wood-chopping axe and a kitchen knife for a day and a half......

The orc's gaze stopped at Zal for a moment, and the most excited smile immediately bloomed on his face. "Praise Mother Earth, you're finally awake!" he roared, throwing the wood to the ground, "how is it? Feeling better? To be honest, I thought you would never wake up again!"

The Wood Elf snorted vigorously, and Grohl scratched his hair in embarrassment. "Except for the fact that my head felt like a few sticks, everything else was fine. Zar smiled wryly and nodded at his forehead, then his gaze fell on the pheasant in the orc's hand, "Is this our dinner?" He was really hungry, especially after waking up, and the rush of hunger seemed to stir his internal organs into a mess.

"Of course! As he spoke, the orc thrust a few wooden thorns into the edge of the fire, and then took a few wild fruits out of his pocket, and handed them to Gavila, along with dry bread and a jug. "Are you sure you're only going to eat these things? We've got roast pheasants, jerky, ......."

"No, thank you. The wood elf directly rejected the "recipe" that the orcs had not yet finished, raised his head and took a sip of water, and tore the bread and ate it.

Grohl shrugged his shoulders and placed the other jug in Zal's hand.

"Thank you. Zal nodded in acknowledgement, unscrewed the lid and took a big sip. The cool liquid ran down his throat to his heart and lungs, as if the vitality of life spread out from his chest in an instant, and Zal felt alive again. But before he could open his mouth to continue talking, he only heard a "bang", and the kettle in Gavila's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and a pair of eyes stared at Grohl with anger, struggling, and finally closed heavily, and his whole body was light, and he was tilted to the side.

"She?......" Zar looked at the orc in confusion, who left the fire pit and walked over to Gavila's side, recovering the loose blanket with her.

"The juice from the mashing of the sweet dream vine should give her a good night's sleep......" Grohl returned to the edge of the fire, continuing to roast the pheasant on the wooden thorns.

Zal looked down at the kettle in his hand. "I ?......"

"Of course not!" the orc waved his hand, "I didn't expect you to wake up!"

Zal's gaze was fixed on the orc, and there was a faint pain in his heart. "You, you were going to go alone, didn't you?" he asked in a low voice.

"That's right. The orc nodded vigorously, not denying it, "Gavila's injuries are too severe, with multiple bone cracks all over her body, and fire burns that have not yet scabbed. As long as she's awake, she'll never let me go alone, and for that reason, she even insists on not ......sleeping," Grohl said and laughed, "and you're ......"

"Don't try to convince me. Zal interrupted him directly.

The orc shook his head. "I didn't think to convince you when I saw you awake. ”

Zal turned to look at Gavila. "How much did you measure her?"

"Not much, just sleep all night!" explained the orc, "but there are a little more variety, fresh water, bread, wild fruits, all a little bit ......" Grohl became more and more distracted, as if he had thought of something terrible.

"Lord God, you're finished!" Zal looked at Grohl with a look of despair, "She'll kill you!" he said, "I mean, as long as she wakes up, it's best not to come within ten yards of her......"

The orc was stunned and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Don't worry, the ointment I brought should be enough to take a few cuts......"

The two of them laughed as they spoke, and Grohl even sat down on the floor and wiped the tears from his eyes vigorously, until a long time later, when they gradually stopped laughing.

Zal looked at the silhouette of the orc and said as if to himself. "You know what? you're going to die......

The atmosphere in the cavern fell silent, and Grohl slowly flipped the wooden thorns in his hands, and the flames jumping in the fire pit reflected his cheeks and green skin. "I'm dead without you......" he said. (To be continued.) )