It may seem difficult for modern people living in the steel jungle to appreciate the fury of nature, but if you are in the tropical rainforest, which is the same as in primitive times, you will deeply understand that nature has the supreme power to nourish everything and destroy everything.

From the condensation of dark clouds to the rain falling like beans, the whole process did not take more than a minute, and after just a few tens of seconds, the wind gradually rose, and the whole rainforest changed its appearance.

The jungle, which was originally full of life, suddenly became like a green hell, the shadows and reflections of the plants were like the devil's minions and eyes, and after those cute little animals disappeared, only the tension of the storm remained.

The three of them walked up the stream quickly, and as they walked, the man with the bow and arrow introduced himself, "My name is Oliver Quinn, I'm from Star City, and I was exiled here about three months ago......"

Arthur and Schiller also introduced their names, but they didn't say much, or they couldn't say more, at this time, the wind was not low, and just burying their heads in walking was already very exhausting.

"Wherever you come from, as long as it's not the drug dealers, we can work together, I built a shelter in the cave upstream of the stream, and we got there to escape the storm."

Next, the three of them didn't speak, just buried their heads and walked forward, if Schiller was alone, he could have reached his destination in a few flashes in a row, but the problem was that Oliver and Arthur definitely couldn't.

Even though the three of them hurried, when the storm actually came, they still couldn't get to the cave that Oliver had mentioned.

The wind blew on his face with a shower, and both Oliver and Arthur were a little unsteady on their feet, and Schiller looked up, squinting his eyes into the distance, and he asked, "Do you mean that cave?" ”

At the source of the creek, at the bottom of the cliff formed by the fracture of the cliff, a rock crevice appeared, and the gray fog provided the ultra-long-range vision, allowing Schiller to see that there seemed to be traces of human life there.

"That's right!

Oliver shouted, his voice faltering in the howling of the wind, even though he had used the loudest volume.

"Hurry up, let's go!

Arthur condensed his shield with water and walked forward, but he still couldn't resist the strong wind.

On the last stretch of the road, Oliver finally fell, he was already injured, his strength was exhausted, and he failed several hunts in a row, resulting in the food running out, and the wind that blew quickly took away the heat, making him even weaker.

Just as Arthur rushed up to pick him up, Schiller instantly turned into gray mist, grabbed the two of them, and flew into the cave.

The two men who were thrown to the ground let out a cry of pain, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, while Oliver looked at Schiller, who slowly gathered his form, he cursed, and then said, "I may be dying, I am hallucinating......"

"You're not hallucinating, but you're dying." Schiller stepped forward and came to Oliver, who had collapsed to the ground, removed all the leaves that were wrapped around him, and looked at the wound in his shoulder.

After taking down the wrapped strips of shirt, Schiller understood why this journey of island survival allowed Green Arrow to grow from a rich boy to a true hero of the hard journey. …

The wound under the strip of cloth was horrifying, and a large chunk of skin on his entire left shoulder and part of his chest was gone, revealing the musculature inside, and it seemed to have been burned by fire, and the pits were uneven.

Schiller took a closer look and found that it might have been a wound from a shotgun, and that the pitted parts were all traces of fire where the steel balls had been buried, and Schiller guessed that Oliver might have done it himself, to prevent further festering.

Schiller thought for a moment, then took out the medical kit that Gray Mist had stored, which contained everything needed to treat wounds, and it was not difficult to perform a simple operation.

Now this condition is not hygienic, and it is the right way to deal with it as soon as possible, but the only problem is that Oliver is very weak now, and rash surgery may make his physiological characteristics decline very quickly.

Schiller took a deep breath, put down the medical bag anyway, turned to Arthur and said, "His current condition is too bad for me to treat his wounds, otherwise it may cause fainting or shock." ”

"When the storm is over, we have to get him some food and drinking water, and then we can have surgery when he recovers."

Arthur sighed and looked at the pale Oliver, who he didn't expect things to come to this point.

"I thought we could come by boat and take the man with us, but now, it seems that even if the ship comes, we can't take him like this, he will die on the way......" Arthur sighed deeply, he felt that he had taken this matter too simply.

When he used to live in a familiar environment, he felt that he could do anything, whether it was sailing, fishing, or forecasting the weather.

But once the environment changed, things would not go so smoothly, and he felt that he had overestimated his own abilities, so much so that he and the people he wanted to save were put in danger.

Arthur looked a little annoyed, but Schiller was calm, and he said, "Listen, there's a problem now, and you should have seen it already, his body temperature is dropping. ”

"He's going to have to replenish the heat in time, but right now, the dampness in this cave is too high, and the branches he prepared before may not be ignited, Arthur, you have to think of a way, or he might die."

"But what can I do? I...... I can't get those branches to ignite, huh? I can control the water, but I can't control the fire......" Arthur looked a little anxious, but Schiller remained calm, and he said, "Yes, you can't make the branches ignite in the humid air, but you can make the air less humid." ”

Arthur was stunned for a moment, and then he stood up and began to pace in place, saying, "Yes, that's right, I can control the water, then the water in the air should be okay too, I'll try it......"

Arthur closed his eyes and focused his attention, trying to find the feeling when he controlled the water in the creek, and after a while, many small water droplets appeared in the air, which condensed into a large water ball, and then Arthur controlled and slowly moved out of the hole.

He exhaled, looked down at his hands, showed a happy expression, looked at Schiller with shining eyes, and said, "God, professor, I didn't even think I could do this......"...

But who knows, Schiller frowned, he stretched out a hand, as if feeling the air, and then shook his head and said: "No, no, it's useless to just empty the water in the cave, the storm outside will not stop, and the damp breath will always pour in." ”

This rock crack is actually not a real cave, because the cave has to have inward depth space, and here, obviously, is a narrow gap formed by the fault and dislocation of the rock layer during the geological formation, although it is not big for the mountain, but it can barely accommodate humans.

But it can only barely accommodate itself, three people stand and lie down, there is basically no space, if five people come in, one person may have to get wet.

In this kind of open space, it is impossible to completely isolate water vapor, and the entrance of this rock crack is almost the same width as the deepest part, and there is no possibility of making a door to block the entrance.

Schiller thought about it for a moment, and he decided to widen the cave a little bit, creating a space in the back that was larger than the entrance, and to do that, he had to use the gray mist.

Although Grey Mist doesn't like to eat stones, he can indeed swallow mountains into it and then disintegrate, and after Schiller disperses into Grey Mist, the Grey Mist Factor seeps into every crevice in the rock wall behind him.

Almost instantly, the rock wall of a hemispherical area behind it disappeared into thin air, turning it into a real cavern with a relatively small entrance and a relatively large cavern space.

Arthur moved Oliver, who was lying on the ground and was weak, into the back space.

But there was another problem, that is, something had to be found to block the entrance of the cave, Schiller thought about it, and then dispersed into a gray mist, and after stopping at the entrance of the cave, a green crystal began to spread over the entrance of the cave until it was completely sealed, leaving only a door near the right side.

That's right, this is the kryptonite crystal left over from the gray fog before, although there is not much left, but the crystal wall that Schiller made out is not thick, but because the part of it connected to the cave is very strong, it was attacked by the storm.

In this way, Arthur was able to completely transfer the damp breath from the cave through his ability to control water, and they could then use some branches to light the fire.

After the fire was lit, Oliver instinctively leaned towards the flames, and after feeling less cold, his spirit recovered a little, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for saving me......"

Arthur shook his head and said, "It's not even yet, we have to take you out of this place and back to the normal city." ”

Schiller stood in front of the crystal wall, looking out through the transparent crystal, and at this time, the tropical storm reached its most destructive moment, and the originally tall trees and bushes were obediently attached to the surface, as if worshipping the infinite power of nature.

He heard the sound of Oliver and Arthur talking behind him, and Oliver said, "I have no one and no arrogance in my eyes, and I have caused all this, and I am completely self-inflicted......"

"After I took over my parents' group, I considered myself very good at doing business, and I didn't listen to anyone's dissuasion, and accepted many orders that were beyond our means......"...

"My single-mindedness led to poor management of the group, and I began to lay off employees and cut salaries, but I still spent all day drinking and driving cruise ships to go fishing......"

"Then I was pushed off the boat by a long-standing employee ......"

Oliver's voice was very distant because of his weakness, like a faint sigh from the depths of the cavern, and he said:

"If I lived in such a miserable life here, I would rather drown in the sea......"

Schiller turned around and saw Oliver's expression, and he knew that Oliver's will to survive was not very strong, which was completely different from when he had dealt with the shotgun wound himself.

At that time, probably because of the pain, he had no time to think about anything else, and there was only one thought in his mind, which was to live, so he was able to overcome the pain and bleeding, and he struggled to deal with his wounds.

But once he relaxes and has nothing else to do, he begins to think crankily, feeling that this pain is suffocating him, and it is better to end this hopeless day sooner.

Schiller stepped forward, crouched down beside Oliver and said to him, "I'm going to tell you the bad news, before we came to this island, we met a group of drug dealers who damaged our ship. ”

"In other words, the two of us are trapped here now...... You don't have to look at me like that, I can tell you that the superpowers of the two of us are not strong enough to fly back to the United States from here. ”

"And as you can see, both of us are from big cities, and we don't have any experience of survival in the wild, and if you die now, the two of us will probably die here too."

Oliver's eyes widened, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh and said slowly, "That's really bad news. ”

"So, if you're almost out of rest, can you tell us how you survived here for the past three months?"

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