Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 387 The Rainstorm in the Jungle

"I feel something move."

"Maybe it's your illusion. After all, we haven't encountered anything that doesn't move in the past few days."

Mazov's answer was still so harsh, a man who labeled himself as a villain would only consider how to maximize efficiency, instead of thinking about meaningless things.

Raskol shot dead a fist-sized mosquito with a hand crossbow expressionless. The environment here was beyond everyone's imagination. The swamp, rainforest, and ruins of huge stones with unknown symbols all made the advance team suffer.

And the various insects and beasts that grow in these environments make people doubt whether there is civilization here.

An unusually gorgeous plant with slightly trembling red petals exudes an intoxicating fragrance. The huge flower is particularly eye-catching in the woodland, and the low-hanging rhizome seems to be unable to bear the weight and is about to fall to the ground.

But everyone knows that this is just its most inconspicuous camouflage. After sensing a mosquito falling from above, the faltering flower immediately tightens its roots, and stretches its large petals like a spring jumping out, enveloping the mosquito .

After a while, several hard carapaces were spit out as the petals were chewed, and the rhizome returned to its original fragile shape, as if all this had never happened.

The advance team that went deep into Lustria always felt the forest's hostility towards civilization. If it wasn't for the leader of the Skinks leading the way, they might have lost their way in the rainforest without a sense of direction.

All creatures in it, even the bubbling swamp, wanted to devour their lives.

All the people walking in the sweltering rainforest suddenly stopped, because the leader Skink stretched out his hand and raised his head through the luxuriant canopy, as if he could get instructions from the Old Sage.

"Hiss~, a heavy rain is coming, and Tabock wants to let his divine power descend on this world."

As the leader, Masnow was quite puzzled, the sun above his head was still so vicious, even the sparse sunlight through the canopy already made people feel like being pricked by needles.

The previous habit made Masnow sniff his nose, as if he wanted to find some earthy smell before the heavy rain, but what he actually smelled was only the stench from the nearby swamp.

"What is the scale of this heavy rain? Will it affect the march." Masno asked the Skink.

"Tapok is very angry, because the altar dedicated to him is harassed by rats, and the rain can make the plague go away." The leader of the Skinks replied, and pulled out the obsidian dagger at his waist devoutly, and jumped up on the spot to worship Taipo. gram dance.

After receiving the reply, Masnow and Judith looked at each other, and felt that they could not continue to march like this. The advance team had been walking for eight days, and except for the necessary rest at night, they were marching in a hurry all the way.

If true, the scale of the heavy rain was as strong as the Skinks had claimed, and could cause unnecessary non-combat attrition.

"We need to find a place to repair before this heavy rain comes!" Masno interrupted the prayer of the Skink leader, the extra prayer was just a waste of time.

He never believed that these long-disappeared ancient sages could still affect this world. Only complete preparations and absolute strength are the qualifications for a warrior to survive.

"Hiss~, not far from here, there is an abandoned Chameleon Temple, where we can safely escape from Tepok's wrath." The Skink leader pointed to the direction of the swamp on the right, and continued, "There is an abandoned Chameleon Temple there. The places destroyed by the enemy have been restored to their former appearance after Lord Slann's purification."

"lead the way."

The crowd bypassed the swamp, ignoring the giant crocodile lurking in the quagmire with only its eyes exposed, and the piranhas full of fangs. Under the leadership of the Skink leader, they avoided most of the dangers in Lustria.

But in the dark corner of the jungle, in a shadow that no one pays attention to and will not notice, the rats with long winding horns are observing the movement of the advance team.

Half an hour later, the heavy rain came as the Skink had said.

This rain was so violent that Maslow had never seen it in his hundreds of years of life. The black hurricane came from afar with lightning, destroying a large number of small trees along the way, and dancing in the sky with the rain.

Dense rain fell from the sky, from the size of a hair at the beginning to the size of a finger after that.

It hits from all directions, blinds the eyes, rebounds on the ground, and after the rainwater with sediment enters the eyes, people don't know how to keep their vision clear.

But fortunately, there are still some chameleon temples left in ruins.

Most of the earth-yellow bricks and stones have been broken and corroded by the rain. The stone pillars used as beams fell to the ground, and weeds grew messily in the gaps in the ground.

There are only some unknown symbols, which prove that there were signs of civilization here.

After the reconnaissance troops searched carefully and found that there was indeed no threat here, Masno commanded his men to set up a camp to rest, raise a campfire to make some hot food to replenish their strength, and wait for the rain to stop before setting off.

The Kislev soldiers carrying supplies threw down their bags, took out the waterproof camp tent inside, and set it up in a corner to create as much space as possible under the premise of limited supplies.

The first thing is to let some wounded soldiers enter it to rest, then ignite the precious solid fuel, put it in the tent, take out the iron pan to wipe off the dirt on it, and wipe some usable items found along the way with water and oil. Get a bowl of hot soup.

The tempting aroma gradually came out from the tent, making people want to swallow their saliva.

However, there are still a large number of soldiers who did not have this opportunity to eat immediately. Instead, they used the woodcutter's ax to cut down some suitable trees, intending to make a batch of repelling horses in a short time to prevent the attacks of rats.

The rain is still splashing, no matter from which direction, as long as you stand in place or in the coverage area, you can feel these cold water droplets pouring into the body from all directions, wet the clothes inside, and make the soldiers in charge of security Reduced viewing area.

As the leader, Masno refused the hot soup offered by his subordinates, and stood still observing the jungle. He had a vague premonition that those rats had already discovered the traces of his party and were already plotting something terrifying. conspiracy.

The rain wet the Dragon Prince's eyes, and the storm and thunder made his hearing no longer what it used to be, able to detect any slight noise.

Under the dark sky, he could feel a strange atmosphere gradually approaching, not the long and boundless landing battle, but a suffocating smell.

A thunder that pierced the sky appeared in Masnow's eyes, exposing the things in the jungle one after another.

And this thunder sounded like an attack horn. The ground that was hit by the rain began to appear abnormal. The hard soil layer suddenly protruded more than ten stone cones, and the drenched soil continued to fall.

"Enemy attack! Prepare to fight!"

(End of this chapter)