Hey, King!

2021-06-17

Chapter 71 Chapter 71 Rainstorm

It rains one day one night, and the next day still has nothing signs of slowing down. All the roads were destroyed by the heavy rain, the swamps were no exaggeration, and the wheels were impossible to move even a little bit. In desperation, Gerlos could only announce that he would find a place to rest and wait for the heavy rain to find out its anger.

With Maipu leading the way, the convoy took a small turn and came to an old quarry. Industrious miners smashed up half of the hills into boulders, boulders and various types of rubble. Human castles get materials from here, and ammunition for breaking the castle walls is also generated from here. Presumably because of fear of landslides caused by the heavy rain, there was no one in the quarry, leaving only the mining area covered with gravel and the ruins of buildings that fell into the torrential rain.

The ground here is mostly stone, at least it won't sink the wheels. Geros ordered the carriage and horses to stop temporarily, and Maipu went to scout the terrain. According to his calculation, it would be safer to move 30 meters to the east, so everyone put out their last strength, almost kneeling on the ground and pleading for the horses, before relocating the convoy.

"Dwarves, it's time to unleash your stone innate talent!" Geros shouted in the rain, "Circle a retaining wall so there's a fire under the car! Our Prince got his head. Cow, do you want to eat beef?"

Who doesn't want to eat except horses? Not only the dwarves, but the humans, halflings, and half-elves in the caravan all took action, digging trenches, moving stones, and building walls. The retaining wall is mainly to allow the ground to collect rainwater to bypass certain areas and flow, so that it is possible to use the car body to create a bonfire. This bonfire will burn in a specially constructed stone nest a few inches above the ground, so the rain cannot flow over these inches.

A pot is placed under the carriage, and the only cooking method available is boiling. The water vapor only smells the four-wheeled carriage, but the rushing flames can burn the carriage to the ground. Lighting a fire in the rain is a technical job, and everyone found that the fuel was not enough. The heavy rain was so vicious that the canvas, wooden boxes, and waterproof packages were all penetrated, and the important peat was also soaked. The most dry one in the center was less than a fist sized. will be unsustainable.

"Bring all the lamp oil and kerosene. I can't believe it. I can't serve you hot food today?" In this environment, the volume of Geros' shouting is not really loud, but it can easily reach everyone's ears and get into their hearts. Everyone took action, some found lamp oil, some donated alchemy matches, and some couldn't get anything out and went to dig deep ditches to keep the ground as dry as possible.

The firewood is split and the charcoal is crushed into small pieces, and they surround what is left of the dry peat. With the help of lamp oil and kerosene, a small flame of hope rose up, which matched the smiles on everyone's faces.

"Okay, make room, you're all sucking up the air." Gerros took care of the flame himself, letting it bake the less humid fuel first so that it could continue to burn. . There was a lot of choking smoke coming out of the wet wood, and Gerros didn't care, and everyone started to build canvas awnings to create a clearing as much as possible to shelter from the rain.

"Lay the canvas diagonally so that it slopes significantly to one side. Don't try to use a single canvas for the top, but two pieces, forming an inline structure. Yes, diagonally! Lead the horse first. Come here, don't let them get their heads drenched. Rusiga, go and prepare feed for the horses."

In the fragrant smoke of the fireworks, everyone worked together to build a temporary camp. At this time, the pot was also set up, and the boiling rainwater was cooking the cow killed by lightning in the pot. After Rusiga had finished feeding the horse, she squatted on the ground and used a spoon to skim the froth from the pot and throw it directly into the rain.

The beef is all cut into long, thin strips so that it cooks faster. Everyone squatted under the canvas with their bowls in their hands, their buttocks were cushioned with relatively dry stones, their necks stretched out. Lu Xijia stirred in the beef soup and said loudly to everyone: "The liver should be cooked first. You have to thank Dagon. According to the rules, this liver belongs to him, and he is willing to give it to everyone."

"Thanks Dwarf Prince!""Thanks Dagon!""When is it cooked?"

Beef soup, with pancakes cooked on the rim of the wok, everyone felt reborn . Dagon feels that his share is very real, and there is a warm feeling in his hand. He sat on the rock and shared the hot meal with Starhelm. Although the body is still wet, although it is still raining heavily outside, but now looking out, I just think that everything is beautiful.

"How does the beef taste? Does it taste like thunder and lightning?" Luciga boiled the second pot of beef, then came to Dagon, patted his shoulder and sat down. "Huh...you're not afraid of rain anymore?"

"Not anymore." Dagon nodded hard. "It's not the same as falling into a glacier. Rain won't drown me."

"Have you ever fallen into a glacier?" Rusiga took out a tin wine bottle from his arms , bit off the stopper, took a sip, and exhaled a hot and comfortable atmosphere. "Heh... tell me the story of Glacier?"

Dagon shook his head. He remembered some scenes, but not all the details, and those intermittent memories were nothing to tell. He lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, and was about to use a spoon to add meat to Starhelm when Rusiga suddenly grabbed his arm and said in a trembling voice, "Look... look over there..."

In the direction of her finger, a thunder fell from the sky and hit the ground, hitting a person. Dagon was about to exclaim when he realized that after the instant flash of thunder disappeared, there was no silhouette there. Then, another bolt of lightning fell straight down, and the trees and rocks beside it were unscathed. The lightning just hit the ground, and a walking silhouette could be seen where it fell.

When the whistle sounded, everyone in the team was alert, and everyone saw the lightning that kept falling and approaching. There would be a silhouette when the lightning fell. If the intermittent images are linked together, the person walking among the lightning is an old man with a hunchback in ragged clothes. His hair was loose, covering his eyes and nose, and his mouth was slightly open with yellow teeth. His hunchback was so severe that it looked like a large tumor, and his curved spine made it difficult for him to stand, so he had to hold a wooden crutch in both hands to walk.

A closer look, the hunchbacked old man has a lot of jewelry hanging on his body, gold, silver, gemstones, bracelets, anklets, necklaces, nose rings, lip rings, finger rings, fixed, sliding , shaking. This jeweled old man makes rustling sound and ding ding dong dong while walking, as if one person is a camel caravan. Gradually, everyone could hear his footsteps as he collapsed into the puddle, and he seemed to be humming something.

The lightning was still falling, hitting his hunchback, and he didn't seem to notice it. In the distance, originally only when the thunder and lightning fell, it would appear. Now this old man has always existed, but the lightning has become a thing after a while. Everyone in the convoy was very nervous, and those who could fight, such as Dagon, had already put down the beef soup, climbed back into the car and took out the first hunting axe. And the leader of the crowd, Gerros, came to the front of the hunchbacked old man with his bare hands.

Oh, he's not bare-handed. In his hand he held a rosary of cheap gems, on which hung the holy symbol of Copais, the god of rule and battle. "In this land of masters, in the name of the ruling half-dragon, show your identity and your purpose!"

Jeros shouted loudly, while holding the holy emblem high. He's not a priest, and he doesn't have a divide force spell to echo him, but his hands are clasped at his back, where a row of throwing knives hangs.

The hunchbacked old man hummed and sang a song, shook his head and glanced at Gerlos, then changed direction slightly and started walking around. Through the wet, messy hair, he could vaguely see that his eyes were golden, and the core seemed to be burning with red flames.

In the rain, an arrow suddenly shot out, and the arrow slanted into the ground, blocking the front of the hunchbacked old man. Tess held the longbow in her hand and slowly raised her aim, her arrow emitting an astonishing cold air, so the white mist shrouded her. Geros raised his hand, glanced back at Tess, and took two steps forward. He raised high the holy emblem of the ruling War God with the head of a half-dragon human, almost blocking the old man.

"Hey... I have bad legs and I have already let you guys go, why are you blocking the way?" The old man lifted the head, and now he could see clearly, it was indeed Golden's red-spotted pupils. "You guys continue to take shelter from the rain, I still have to hurry, let go, let go!" The second hand was spoken, and Geros was pushed out by a gentle force until his back touched Stopped at the carriage. "You are all idiots, why are you hiding here from the rain? Why don't you go to the mine?"

"The mine? Where is the mine?"

The hunchbacked old man smiled slightly, Use crutches to point forward. Suddenly the ground began to shake, and the walls of the quarry continued to collapse, revealing a huge hole behind the smoke. The hole was large enough for three carriages to drive in side by side, and it spread deep and dark into the interior of the mountain. I don't know how much space there was in it.

Seeing this scene, everyone dared not move. If he can open the mountain, he can open his chest and take out his heart, who would dare to touch him? Tess put away the longbow, Dagon held the head-axe up in front of him, and the others gathered their weapons.

"You are a caravan? You don't need to answer, it looks like it is." The old man stood still in front of Geros, and the lightning continued to strike, but no energy leaked out. "Ai, I don't like War God very much. He always hits me with thunder and lightning. It's useless, and he knows it's useless. Maybe it's just venting his anger."

"This thunder is a half-dragon god. Copas smashed it down?"

"I guess so. I'm not going to say anything this time, why are you so nervous?" The old man looked at the sky and said, "I'm not going to say five. A hero comes into the world, and one of them will destroy Heaven and Earth; I'm not ready to say that everything will be reversed, water, fire, and inside and outside will be replaced; I'm not ready to say that all wise are..."

thunder suddenly It became particularly dense, almost continuously chopping down on this old man. The frequent flashes and continuous roars shook the people around, and no one could hear what the old man said behind him. Everyone was rolling on the ground holding their heads one by one, watching the old man shaking his head and smiling miserably, walking to the quarry step by step, into the mine pit that had just appeared. The ground began to vibrate again, the stone mountain collapsed again, and the opening was reburied.

Everyone in the team vomited blood and their gums were red. Everyone swayed and got up from the ground and asked each other about the situation. Although the shock was still uncertain, everyone soon found that the rain became less, the thunder stopped, and a ray of sunlight slanted through the clouds in the distance.

"What happened to us?" Geros said, putting a hand on his head.

(end of this chapter)