Arthur looked at the gloomy northern sky, feeling the growing tide in the air, and he was sure of one thing now, and that was that it was about to rain, and it was heavy, if it was only unpleasant for him to walk through the rain. The river that runs through the forest will roar.

"Let's go, Hitler, don't care about the demarcation, just go through, if you don't hurry, you can only learn to become a fish by the river." Arthur casts a leap spell on Hitler, a reluctant order.

Hitler let out a low roar, accelerated violently, and rushed towards the nearest position to the river, at this time it leaped several meters slightly.

It wasn't evening yet, but it was already completely dark. The heavy rain did not hesitate any longer, and fell from the sky with the roaring thunder. The water and air elements in the air are more than ten times stronger than usual.

Anthony looked at the sky and frowned without saying a word, he was already very close to the river, but at such a time, he could not order the crossing of the river in such weather, and he could only think of a way after the rain stopped.

The normally docile river is now growing irritable and even roaring in the heavy rain, and it is at least twice as wide, and it will become wider with the heavy rain until a week after the rain stops, but no one knows how long the rain will last. Arthur had no choice but to walk along the riverbank to see if he could find a narrower place to cross directly, but in the end it was only a luxury.

"Let's find a place to shelter from the rain!": Anthony tells Arthur that the two teams, who are also wandering by the river, meet unexpectedly, and the surprised expressions on the faces of Anthony's team when they meet Arthur make Arthur feel a little funny.

Reaching the riverbank was nearly halfway through the journey. Anthony and the others did not understand how Arthur had arrived at the same time as them. Although their team encountered a few troubles, with their extraordinary strength, they were able to pass safely even if they couldn't beat them, and whether it was an ordinary animal or a magical beast, they would not fight to the death of an enemy with similar strength. They thought they would soon find that the weak guy in front of them was a little faster than them. How can you not be surprised.

Eventually, they found a place to take refuge from the rain and rest in the cracks of several boulders, where the original owner, a brown bear, was now on fire and had begun to flow oil.

Then, more and more teams reached the riverbank and gradually gathered here, and there were not many shelters from the rain nearby. Sitting around the campfire, they all looked tired, whispering about their respective situations, there have been many dead teams, but most of them are temporary teams, and the sadness will not last long, just looking at the pouring rain outside, everyone has a sad look on their faces.

As the night deepened, the torrential rain did not stop at all, but intensified, pouring down from the black sky. The people or animals who each left the vigil behind gradually fell asleep to the roaring rain.

But for some reason, Arthur lay on the ground and couldn't sleep, feeling a little irritable. I kept thinking about the reason for my anxiety.

The rain is too loud? No.

Are you worried about exams?

Because of that little Lori? No kidding.

Endocrine disorders?

Arthur, who was puzzled, could only lie quietly on Hitler, quietly thinking about other things to pass the time.

In this dark and rainy night, in the surging riverbed, a shadow darker than the night is gradually expanding, like a small sprout, quickly growing into a giant tree. The heavier the rainstorm became, the faster it expanded. Finally when it swelled to the size of a calf, it stopped growing. It raised what appeared to be its head, let out a roar of rage into the endless blackness, broke free from the mud beneath it, and walked into the forest. Behind it, countless shadows like it were expanding together, growing one by one, roaring one after another, and walking into the dense forest one after another.

Their roars were immersed in the roaring rainy night with their bodies, and no one knew it.

The bonfire in the cave burned quietly, and a few black shadows gradually appeared in the black rain curtain outside the cave, and then there were more and more black shadows, and they began to gather. Several of the animals on the night watch began to roar in alarm. Everyone in the cave woke up, but it was too late.

Dozens of shadows rushed into the cavern, and out of instinctive disgust at the fire, quickly extinguished the bonfire. The cave was pitch black, the roar of shadows, the roar of wild beasts, the screams and wails of people began to boil together in the stone cave, the flash magic continued to explode in the darkness, and then quickly extinguished, every time the white light flashed, it would illuminate everyone's panicked and frightened faces in an instant, and the expression seemed to freeze in the instantaneous shining light, but it solidified into another kind of horror in the next flash, intermittently forming a picture of hell.

Arthur rode Hitler in the rainstorm and galloped wildly, but was hung by several dark shadows behind him, and the distance was getting closer. The moment the shadows rushed into the cave, Arthur reacted and rode Hitler out of the gap on the other side of the cave. With that moment of fire, Arthur already knew what those shadows were.

The rain beast, or rain demon, is not a demonic beast, but a demonic creature, a product of the Great War of Gods and Demons, and mostly appears in areas where the Great Flood occurred. Their seeds are usually buried deep in the ground, and only when the water element condenses to a certain extent, will they quickly revive and grow, forming a threat, and the number is huge, but the strength of the individual is not strong.

The information he had heard from Grandpa Aven quickly gathered in his mind.

Not strong?

Arthur only felt bitter in his mouth, what strength did such a quantity need, and in such a rainy night, he was raided.

Running, sticking out its tongue and gasping for breath, it is still flesh and blood after all, it will be tired, it will be tired, and as a wolf, its age is really not young, it feels that its physical strength is rapidly exhausted.

Arthur also felt this deeply, and kept saying, "Come on, Hitler, come on, as long as they get there, they won't dare to chase after them anymore." He wasn't in a panic, the direction they were running in was the territory of the strongest demonic beasts in this forest. Although he said this, his heart had actually begun to despair, not to mention whether these demonic creatures would follow the laws of the Warcraft Beast, would Hitler really be able to hold out there?

Arthur was thinking so when he was suddenly thrown out of the way, and landed in a dense bush beside the path. Arthur was surprised, but saw Hitler turn sharply, look up to the sky and let out a long howl, and look back at Arthur. Run away. Several excited and bloodthirsty roars came from all over the woods, trailing Hitler away.

"It's going to lure them away, there's only one way, how can it be, why? Hitler, by his ability to blend into his own nature, should be able to avoid the perception of the rain beast, what should he do? What should he do? This is better than two dying together...... Crazy thoughts ran wildly in his mind, and Arthur was so sad that he wanted to vomit blood on such a frenzied rainy night.

Arthur instinctively hid his breath, and several hyena-like roaring rain beasts slid past him, extremely dangerous, but Arthur was not found.

"Did you survive the death?" a thought crossed Arthur's mind, and before he could rejoice, blood had spilled from the corners of his mouth, and then it was quickly diluted by the rain and melted into the black rain.

The warm woodland, the silent drizzle falling from the sky, Arthur stumbling along, a lake in front of him, glowing a faint blue light in the dark night, inexplicably attracted him. The rain fell into the lake, but it didn't make any waves, but it continued to melt into the lake.

Arthur fell to his knees by the lake weakly, looking at the calm waters of the lake like a mirror.

"My own reflection is crying. Arthur thought so, instinctively reached out to touch his face, there were no tears, but looking at his sad self in the lake, tears quickly slipped down, and then wept bitterly.

"Hitler, Hitler......" Arthur muttered as he slammed his hand to the ground.

"Why don't you save it?!" an eager voice echoed by the lake, Arthur's own voice.

"I can't save it, I can't save anyone!", Arthur said bitterly, lifting his tear-stained face.

"But it saved you, you die, anyway, you can still cross when you die, you coward, you will still be a coward even if you cross a hundred times. The voice instantly raised, and he sneered angrily.

"I'm not a coward, this is the best outcome, I can't let down Hitler's life and die in vain, I can avenge it, avenge him!": Arthur retorted bitterly, but as he spoke, he became a little excited, as if he was glad to have found an explanation.

"Is this your reason? It used to be like this, constantly avoiding, constantly self-comforting, constantly making excuses for yourself, haha, you are still you, there is no change from the previous you. The voice spoke mercilessly, harshly.

"No, no, I'm Arthur, I'm a half-elf, a genius druid, that's what Grandpa Evan said......": Arthur screamed.

"All the same, all the same......" The voice no longer listened to Arthur's discernment, but just said it over and over again, and the voice echoed across the surface of the real lake.

Woke up from the darkness, the sound of the rain was still there, the dark forest was still there, and I don't know how long it had been. Is it a moment or an eternity. Arthur stared at the darkness in front of him, and then, smiling softly.

muttering: "Yes, it should be different"

Then Arthur instantly turned into a white wolf and ran in the direction of Hitler.

Wait for me, Hitler