James spent three days in the caveman's cave and recuperated before leaving.

He still has a long way to conquer.

In the past three days, he led the little monkeys to hunt a lot of fierce beasts, which also made the little monkeys very reluctant to leave him, chirping and chirping, and followed out of the cave far away.

Especially the female monkeys, they still complain about this powerful being, not leaving the seeds of life in their bodies.

James liked this group of stinky but cute little monkeys.

Especially in getting along, he was surprised to find that this group of cavemen had a magical sense of direction - even in the dark caves and underground, they could accurately identify the direction.

It also made him feel that this group of black-skinned monkeys was valuable.

For example, when the Einske family goes to war with another Vulcan archbishop family, having the cavemen dig a tunnel with an exit inside the castle will determine the outcome of a battle!

Of course, that's something to worry about later.

At least until he breaks through the shackles of the strong and returns to Edin City alive, it's still too early.

Therefore, at the time of parting, he walked in front of the caveman leader, stuffed his long dagger into the other man's hand and raised it high, and shouted a loud chirp, which led to the chanting of all the cavemen, and then turned and walked away without looking back.

The little monkeys are happy about this, but they also become lost as James's figure disappears.

"Whoop!"

Suddenly, the leader of the little monkeys shouted.

He used a long dagger to chop down a stalactite, and quickly carved a small stone sculpture one meter high, which was a human in silhouette and proportions.

Sprinkle chirp!

All the little monkeys were excited, and they took this little stone sculpture as the embodiment of James, and put it together with the stalactites that resembled male roots and worshiped them every day...

Poor James, I believe he will regret giving away the long dagger when he finds out.

For a person's journey, it is difficult to calculate the passage of time.

James didn't know if it was thirty days or forty, but winter was over anyway, because the sun was getting hot every other day.

The salt he carried on his body had long since run out, the wound medicine was gone, and the clothes on his upper body had long been tattered, and even the fur of the spotted lynx had several holes.

The most lethal thing is that he was injured in the thigh three days ago, and it is still not healed.

It was left behind by a pack of wolves.

There were thirteen of them in total, about the same size as the Loki Daran wolf, except that there was not a single white wool line between the eyebrows and the nose.

James didn't make them any better.

Eight were slaughtered on the spot, two were cut down, and the remaining three escaped.

The wound on the thigh was bitten by a wolf with a head that was obviously out of the circle, and it did not hurt the bones, but left four deep wounds, which kept suppurating in the hot summer.

The absence of wound medicine also means that the wound cannot be scabbed.

He was in a bad mood, and a wounded leg caused a lot of inconvenience, especially hunting.

Not even a very weak non-venomous snake could catch up, so I could only watch it swim away with hunger and unbearable hunger.

As the heir of the Einsk family, he has never been so weak in his life.

Without strength, no amount of glamorous titles can help in the slightest.

He knew that for a long time.

It's just the first time I've felt so deeply.

Damn it!

The area around the wound had begun to rot, it smelled like cheese that had been spoiled for a long time, and he felt a little dizzy too.

This is a very dangerous sign.

If he can't think of a way to deal with his wounds, he may never see his wife and children again.

He struggled to think of his wife and two sons, and let the kiss on their foreheads say goodbye as if it were yesterday; Occasionally, the stern face of the old man Raphael, the overly drunk dead fish eye bags of his father, and the mother who has always lived in the city of Ettin and loves her very much.

The head that has become hot, the muscles that keep beating the brain, only thinking of family can relieve a little pain.

in order to stimulate their instinct to survive.

Reclining on the banks of a stream covered with turquoise weeds, he reveled in his memories until the pain in his calves soaked in the stream brought him back to reality.

The calves and feet that go deep into the water are full of leeches.

Densely packed with layers, the picture is not ordinarily beautiful.

He stared at it with bloodshot eyes open for a few moments, and then said softly, "Maybe, the damn Vulcan doesn't want me to die here..."

He staggered ashore with his injured leg and found a dry place to start a fire.

The abundant light made the dead branches here very dry, so the fire soon burned vigorously, and after a while, a lot of red and yellow coals were left, and there was white smoke faintly, and he buried a straight knife in the coals.

At this time, James began to grasp the leeches on his calves, carefully placing them on the wounds on his thighs one by one, watching as these greedy vampires slowly sucked away the pus and blood, making the stinky rotten flesh pale.

When he had done this, he carefully cut off the rotten flesh with another straight knife, and pulled another red-hot straight knife out of the fire.

I'm an Einsk, I don't deserve to die here!

He bit a small piece of wood in his mouth and told himself in his heart.

Then he pressed the knife face towards the first sore.

Woo!!

The suppressed cry of pain disturbed this land where there was only time for grass and trees.

There were beads of sweat on his head at once, because the mouth that was struggling to bite made his whole face hideous.

Call... Call...

Finally, his expression relaxed, and he gasped for breath and looked down at the burned area.

It works out pretty well, it looks a bit like a fried steak.

Well, it smells like that, too.

I will lead Einsk to glory, so I can't die here!

When the straight knife turned red again, he encouraged himself again.

Then he was encouraged twice more in the next half hour, because the upper and lower fangs of the head wolf brought four small holes in his thighs.

When the last wound came with a hint of smoke, James felt that he would be like his wife in the future, and he would need more fruits and vegetables than meat.

But he didn't feel for long.

The weak body turned on self-protection, allowing him to enter a coma smoothly.

Sometimes, sleep is the best healing medicine.

When James woke up again, he found that a day had passed.

My forehead is no longer hot, and I don't feel dizzy anymore, it should be because of too much sweat from the scalding wound.

The wound on my thigh is still painful, but the swelling has gone down!

Oh, thank God, it's starting to scab over too.

He got up with difficulty, picked up two straight knives and sharpened a twig to the side of the stream.

He hadn't eaten anything for two days, and he was hungry.

And there were fish in the creek, he saw it yesterday.

After five or six days by the creek, my injured leg was finally able to walk without holding on to a branch.

But he was still weak, and food without salt would allow his strength to slip away.

It's time to go hunting.

James told himself that he needed to replenish the salt in his body.

In the inaccessible wilderness, there is only one way for humans to obtain salt, and they drink the blood of their prey like wild beasts.

Happily, there are plenty of prey in this sunny south.

From a grazing rabbit to a dragon soaring through the sky, you can hunt them all as long as you have enough strength.

James was fortunate that he had not been attacked by any carnivorous beasts during these few days on the banks of the creek; Unfortunately, the reason why he hasn't been attacked by ferocious beasts these days is that this is the habitat of a bipedal wyvern.

All the carnivorous monsters were either gnawed or scared away.

As James left the brook and continued south, the sun had not yet set in the west, but a shadow passed over his head and drifted deep into the woods.

The bipedal wyvern is five meters long from head to tail, with wings spread out at least nine meters or more.

James swore he was not mistaken.

Because in the Knights of the Cathar established by Archbishop Raphael, several knights' mounts were domesticated bipedal wyverns.

The difference is that the one I encounter now is bigger and stronger.

As it spread its wings, even the trees were bent off their branches by the air current.

When the beasts in captivity lose their freedom, they also accept the castrated wildness.

It's the same with people, you can't give birth to a strong person in a comfortable environment.

James is in a bit of a dilemma.

To continue south, you must cross the lair of the Wyvern; Retreat and go around in circles to avoid it, not knowing what will happen.

The injury on his leg wasn't quite healed yet, and it was an impossible challenge to deal with a two-legged wyvern.

Although the Wyvern is only a kind of wurm, and the dragon clan has never recognized them as one of the great dragon clans, this does not affect their great strength.

Every adult bipedal wyvern has the strength of the peak of a warrior, and many can even reach the realm of a strong man.

The injured James knew very well that he was now fighting for a two-legged wyvern, and the end could only be to be its dinner.

Advance?

Or a detour?

It's a conundrum.

It's not just about courage, it's about life and death.