November is coming to an end, and as December begins, storm activity on the west coast and south finally goes dormant, with light rain and no more worries until the following summer. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But further south, the Absela savannah, which takes more time to reach, is just beginning to see the rainy season.

The torrential rain on the prairie as far as the eye can see, is a sight that many people have never seen before.

Although the rich plains of Ecasta and Inznir are quite vast, it is extremely rare for these countries to exist along the Tambur Mountains, with mountains on one side and deep forests on the other, and it is extremely rare to see the curved horizon in the distance and the white sky.

As the most famous poet of the defeated and fleeing Empire of the Rahman Empire, the scholar Gavino Gumecindo hundreds of years ago could not help but write the following sentence when he came to this exotic place full of rain, locusts, predators, robbers and poetry: "If you look to the east, it is all grassland, and when you look south, it is all grassland." ”

Well, whether this poem is more appropriate to call it a whine will be mentioned later, but in all it aptly describes the scene of this place. Except for the forests of the southern realm, which can be seen faintly after a long distance behind them, the entire Absera Savannah is like a boundless universe with no distinction between front and back, left and right, and up and down, and people don't know which direction to go.

Although the terrain is not complicated, it is not uncommon to get lost here without a guide or a coordinates.

For several days on end, many of the first-time visitors to Absera felt like they had no idea what they were supposed to do, barely aware of where they were heading, until the black, oppressive rain clouds emerged from the distant skyline, contrasting sharply with their surroundings, that you could finally make out where you were.

and a clear awareness of how small human beings really are in this vast world.

The torrential rain you see in the jungle is narrow-minded when you look up. Looking up from the dense canopy of trees, you can only see the black oppressive sky, a terrible sight that is shocking but not majestic - but when you stand on the savannah, knee-high among the golden and green weeds, watching them be crushed by the wind, people are panicking to tighten all their supplies for the unexpected, the dead leaves of the weeds in the wind and even your own hair beat your cheeks with pain, and turn your head in the direction of the wind - looking at the frenzy that swept from the far western open seas -

As you gaze at the overwhelming gray-black clouds approaching from the other end of the horizon as slowly but surely as some terrible beast swinging its tail in your direction, a thousand words cannot fully describe this scene by the greatest scholars and poets in the history of the Lamanites and the history of the world.

Only by experiencing it first-hand can we know that the power of nature is not something that humans can control, let alone how to fight and conquer it.

The aristocratic ladies of the West Coast who have long lived in the boudoir have loved the heroic men who can conquer thunder and lightning in the novels of third-rate knights, but in reality they will probably only be regarded as having problems with their heads and should keep their distance, ironically, the source of the culture they advocate and try to imitate, the once glorious Lamanite Empire, and the women who now exist only in poetry and painting, will not believe in this tale of weak women who need to be saved.

After the Lamanites of a thousand years ago gradually developed into empires, various cultural trends flourished. The improvement of the people's spiritual cultivation has brought about rapid changes in many things. Although women were still a weak presence in society, many examples of women from aristocratic backgrounds who dared to rebel against the injustices inflicted on them during the heyday of the empire are still documented today.

The Lamanites of that era were pessimistic but brave to resist, and although their stories were as good at telling the concepts of fate and reincarnation as the northerners, this was not like the imitators of the West Coast who later tried to tell a story that was still very old-fashioned, but really had ideas and connotations.

Leaving aside the sense of national crisis felt by the continuous expansion of the empire's territory and the influx of a large number of foreigners, as well as the "fatalism" caused by the turmoil of the late empire and the white church beliefs that began to rise during this period, many of the stories and historical records of the early imperial heyday that remain of the Lamanites are actually stories of progress and struggle.

As a civilization that has drawn the most significant stroke in human history, they are naturally proud, but they also have the right to be proud.

The Lamanites of the past did not need to pray to the gods to save them, nor did they need some valiant knights to accomplish unattainable feats - because this is the kind of thing that ordinary Lamanites did every day.

When a tsunami swept across the country's shores, they built their own dams to stop it, and if a foreign race dared to offend, they sent a large army to encircle and suppress it—this was the way of thinking that all the people in the empire in its heyday were full of people who were proud of their voluntary service, proud of their country, and sincerely proud of being citizens of the empire.

Even women who are always looked down upon and even slaves in society never pray for the existence of angels or the like, but do everything seriously, trying to change their fate with the labor of their own hands.

The imprint on the body of people in every era is deep in the bone marrow, and at the peak of the empire, it was worthy of the name of human civilization, and indeed achieved the first place in all aspects.

But good times don't last long, perhaps it is this kind of mentality that "it is powerless to rely on others to save us in everything" carried by the group that was divided and defeated in the civil war at the end of the empire and accompanied by the White Church, but it is the West Coast countries that have been influenced by a large number of Lamani cultures for thousands of years and should have progressed because of this, but now they have begun to believe in legends such as the great men and invincible brave men who were once disdained by the Lamanites.

Human beings are really stupid things, and it is precisely because of their narrow-mindedness that they often cling to some ignorant theories, and even stubbornly refuse to believe any other contradictory opinions, and only wholeheartedly feel that their inherent knowledge is the absolute truth.

If I hadn't met Henry, had not traveled and trained with him, had not witnessed and experienced the power of nature, and understood the insignificance of my body and mind, if I hadn't left that frontier town on the plains of Acasta, if I had chosen to endure and continue to live there in peace, how much difference would there be now?

Chose that path, chose to stay there, gradually grew from a weak and powerless Lori to a girl who knew nothing, and finally married someone else without doing anything, and spent a mediocre life - if he would make that choice, would he also in the future, after a busy day, he would begin to yearn for the kind of hero who fell from the sky, and rescued himself from this mediocre and depressing life.

She didn't know.

There are no ifs in this world, and the current Mira is no longer what it used to be.

"Boom-" A flash of light crossed the distant horizon, and four seconds later a thunderous thunder sounded, and the edge of the huge rain cloud had already touched their area, and the dripping rain began to whistle and fall, and the wind "Boom" was everywhere, and the cloaks and canvas used to cover supplies and horses behind them were hunting, and Mira grabbed the edge of the hood of the rain cloak with both hands, and put it on her head.

"Whoa-" Instantly, the rain hit the tarpaulin with a distinct audible sound.

"La-" After fastening the hood, Mira pulled the extended left side of the cloak she was wearing to the right shoulder, and then threaded a thin hemp rope through the brass ring on it to tighten it. The heavy rain on the prairie is mixed with strong winds, unlike other areas where it just falls from the sky in an ordinary way, and if the front is not covered, the rain will be overwhelmingly slanted at you, so the loose cloak that is only tied at the neckline is not very useful here.

Several of the Soladin mercenaries, who were obviously coming here for the first time, were all of them, and at this moment, as soon as the wind blew, the hem was directly raised, and the clothes and armor they were wearing were splashed wet, so that they all cursed and cursed in the Soladin dialect.

The busy crowd did everything possible to strengthen the temporary camp, and the two professional mercenaries who were scouts were veterans, and when they noticed the rain cloud earlier, the others thought that it would take a long time to arrive, so they could just take a long time to get away. Fortunately, this opinion was not accepted, and the whole team stayed and stationed on guard, so it more or less avoided some of the crises and troubles that might be encountered when rushing in the rain.

The decision was made in time, and the fixing of the last tent was finally completed in a hectic period of hustle and bustle.

The rain clouds finally drifted directly above them, and the continuous rain whistled and fell wildly, and the scenery that Mira saw at the bottom of it was very different from before, the rain-stained weeds swayed gently in the wind, and the surrounding black and oppressive but in the distance you could see the light blue and white halo of the sky, and the light projected in had been refracted by the rain, making everything below the rain a hazy sense of light.

The shadows of the weeds rustled with the wind, and the people behind them who had set up their camps on higher ground to avoid stagnant water were in a little confusion due to the reduced visibility.

The wind was waving, all the debris was fixed to avoid flying and hurting people, and the only animals in the team were the two horses owned by Henry and Mira who were a little panicked - the other horses were all from the grassland, and although most of them were not the elite war horses used by the nomads, they were born and raised here to be more accustomed to heavy rains that sheltered the sky and the sun.

As we've been saying, both living things and weapons have their own advantages and disadvantages.

The rain falls sparsely on the weeds and mud, and the pools of water that gradually form up may attract many wild animals, not only herbivores but also predators, so when the rain is over, they must hurry on to avoid conflict with these creatures.

The black rain clouds come and go as fast as they go, and it is bound to bring a new round of life to the land along the way before it is exhausted, and many young green shoots of wild grass can be seen on the road these days, different from the parts that have become yellow in the dry season of the previous year, the old trees and new branches, everything is reborn under the action of the water that is the source of life.

"......" This rainstorm seems to last for a long time, and the darkening clouds that gradually reduce after the thickest part of the road have passed have made the sky less gray, and it is not a matter of standing outside to continue to rain, a few of Felex's more experienced mercenaries set up a tent with the west windward side straightened and fixed on the ground to form a wind-blocking slope, and then made a rainproof roof for bonfires with wooden supports outside, and at this moment a group of mercenaries and merchants were there, gathering in twos and threes, chatting or tasting something。

A large tent like this, which can be used as a restaurant and resting place on a rainy day, is naturally a configuration that only such a caravan can have, and the baggage such as a carriage is a kind of coveted item for individual mercenaries on horseback or on foot, and with perfect and sufficient logistics, even in such weather, people will not have to squat in their tents in a daze, chatting with each other, and even a young merchant took out a small guitar unique to the south and began to sing to the sound of the wind and rain。

Experienced mercenaries will choose those with abundant supplies when choosing their employer's caravan to escort, and that's probably the reason.

"Whew......" Mira exhaled, then turned and walked into the tent used for the hall.

The rain is pouring down, and the journey continues. (To be continued.) )