Chapter 436 White Deer and Rain

Everyone on the business road was talking about the recent anomalies. After Lin Qi returned to that business district, he saw the lingering Sigma priest again.

He seemed to have made up his mind, and on the next day, when the caravan set off, he blended in with them.

Perhaps because they were closer to Middenheim, Lynch could already hear about Middenheim's latest developments on the way.

Most of them are outdated and have only reference value.

The gleaming white fur was running quickly in the woods. What attracted Lynch was not a giant elk, but the half-dead human on the back of the white elk.

He looked extremely miserable. His good armor had turned into scrap metal, and his exposed skin was covered with scars.

The flames destroyed his face, making the dying man lying on the deer's back look extremely hideous.

If Lynch couldn't still hear his heartbeat, the lizard man would definitely think that this hot-blooded creature was dead.

The psychic beast seemed to notice the lizard man, and it nimbly jumped over the vines, stepped lightly in the weeds, and soon rushed to the road.

Before the caravan members could point their weapons at it, it slightly turned sideways, dropped the dying warrior to the ground, turned around and left without looking back, disappearing into the dense forest.

Yes, that is a warrior, Lynch can vouch on his honor that he is indeed a "warrior".

Not everyone has the fortitude to hold on to their weapons tightly after being thrashed on a wild beast for a long time before dying. This is a rare and excellent quality among hot-blooded people.

The most anxious person among the crowd was the Sigma priest. He used a lot of strength to take the battle axe from the man's tense hands. The priest looked at the man's face anxiously and called a name in a low voice uncertainly.

In the end, it was Tigris' life magic that saved the man's life. Ou Ben wanted to show off his ability, but he did not have enough magic power to save the dying man.

"..water." The hoarse, barely audible murmur was keenly heard by a group of passers-by. The kind-hearted people crowded here took out the wine jug and handed it over gently.

The discussion stirred up a stir among the crowd, and many people became interested in exploring the unexpected encounter.

"I bet he's a knight."

"Nonsense! I think he is a soldier of the Cheetah Knights. He might have just returned from the front line and encountered an accident on the way."

"Perhaps it was the unlucky guy who was ambushed by the beastmen, Shaurya's tears. The beastmen's activities have become more and more frequent recently."

It's just a small episode, the journey continues.

The wounded were placed in a carriage at the back, although the man seemed more willing to endure his injuries and leave alone rather than travel with the convoy to Middenheim.

This is not up to him.

The boring journey continued until another evening. The group of merchants who came from Oster with Lynch and had not separated yet had already begun to set up camp skillfully instead of speeding up their journey to find an inn.

Travelers with their own thoughts lit bonfires, and subsequent caravans that did not have time to reach the inn also joined this temporary camp.

It is always safer to travel in groups than alone at night. Everyone knows that this season is not very pleasant, especially on the trails in the forest.

The beastmen had been hungry for a whole winter, and the raptors who had just survived the cold winter were also craving for raw meat. The humid air made the warm-blooded feel uncomfortable, and it was foreseeable that this would be the case for many days after the snow melted.

The nights these days are still cold, and what's worse is the spring rain that falls from time to time. Every time the uninvited rain extinguishes the fire, creepy thunder will appear simultaneously.

The drizzle soon turned into heavy rain. Only a few unlucky guys were still keeping watch under simple shelters. However, Lynch felt that this was meaningless. The dense raindrops would block the vision of mortals. By the time they discovered the enemy, the enemy had already sneaked into the camp.

More people hid in makeshift tents. The horses abandoned the carriages and were treated better than people. The drivers were afraid that the horses would get sick, so they built a small shed for them to shelter from the rain.

The light from the oil lamps was barely visible in the darkness. Under the dark clouds, seven or eight lamps hidden by the rain were the only light.

Portable alarm bells were hung within the reach of the sentries, but they would never have to use them because Lynch had resolved everything long before a group of sneaky beastmen came over.

Tonight is indeed a bad night for humans. In places that Lynch can't see, it is very likely that some unlucky people have had their throats slit by thieves or horned beasts who seized the opportunity.

Flashes of lightning split open among the dark clouds, giving people the opportunity to witness the night view several meters away.

Raindrops hung in lines on the treetops, fleeing small animals were running around on the branches, and occasionally one or two snakes were perfectly integrated into the tree trunks. After the fleeting flash of lightning, darkness swallowed them up.

By the time the lightning illuminated the darkness again, they had disappeared.

The thunder that followed the sudden appearance of light echoed horribly in the air for a long time. The croaking of frogs and the occasional roar of beasts always made the sentries clench their weapons nervously.

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It was really good weather tonight for the Lizardmen. Lynch had not participated much in Thoros's night patrol, but he knew that many hot-blooded people who tried to enter the rain forest had died in Lustria at this time.

It was probably daytime there, and the season was always frozen in summer.

The moisture drifted to the lizard man along with the mist created by the rain. If it weren't for the temperature difference, Lynch would have thought he was back in the rainforest.

Objectively speaking, tonight is a very dangerous night. Birds of prey are showing their fangs one after another, and all living things in the forest are secretly restless.

Unfortunately, the travelers were unable to experience the adventure in person. The faint smell of blood was washed away to the far end of the camp by the rain and the cool breeze. A few sensitive night watchmen noticed the abnormality, but they did not react too strongly.

The strange smell of burning was struggling to penetrate the rain curtain. Even the experienced guards knew that it was the smell of meat.

Tigris, who fell asleep listening to the sound of rain, also smelled the fragrance. His brows frowned slightly, as if he recalled some unpleasant experience. He sat up suddenly, lay on the edge of the bed and retched for a while before falling asleep again with a pale face.

He desperately hoped that the guy who was roasting the animal meat at this time would know that even the simplest food should be seasoned with some seasoning.

Obviously, someone with a dull sense of taste was not aware of the connection. The lizard man just ate for the taste. For him, the texture of the meat had a greater impact than the actual taste.

The darkness swallowed the rain unscrupulously, and the terrifying night continued. The guards had leaned together suspiciously, pointing their guns and swords at the entrance of the fence.

Lynch dared to bet that even a wild rabbit coming now would sound the alarm for the hot-blooded people.

The lizard man didn't remember when he gained the ability to make his wishes come true. The next moment, he discovered that there were indeed wild rabbits, and they were the kind that stood up and walked on two feet, approaching the camp.

(End of this chapter)