The rain fell one day and one night, and there was still no sign of slowing down the next day. All roads were destroyed by heavy rain, and it was not an exaggeration to say it was a swamp, and the wheels could not move at all. In desperation, Geros could only announce that he could find a place to rest and wait for the heavy rain to find its anger.

Maipu led the way, and the convoy took a small turn and came to an old quarry. The hardworking miners smashed half of the hills into stones, stones and various types of gravel. Human castles obtained materials from here, and ammunition to break through the castle's walls also came from here. It was probably because they were afraid of heavy rain causing landslides. There was no one in the quarry, leaving only the mining area covered with gravel and the ruins of building that fell in the torrential rain.

The ground here is mostly stone, at least it won't sink the wheels. Jeros commanded the carriage and horses to temporarily stop, and Maip went to reconnaissance the terrain. Under his calculations, it would be safer to move thirty meters eastward, so everyone took out their last strength and almost knelt on the ground and begged the horses before relocating the convoy.

"Dwarfs, it's time to use your talent for playing stones!" Geros shouted in the rain: "Let's circle out a water barrier, fortunately, a fire is set under the car! Our prince catches a cow, do you want to eat beef?"

Apart from horses, don’t want to eat water? Not only dwarves, but also humans, half-lings and half-elves in the convoy all act, digging trenches, moving stones, and building walls. Waterproof walls are mainly to allow the ground to gather rainwater and flow around specific areas, so it is possible to use the body of the car to create a bonfire. This bonfire will burn in specially built stone nests that are several inches higher than the ground, so the rainwater flowing through cannot exceed these inches.

The only available cooking method is to cook when you get off the pot under the carriage. The steam will only smoke the four-wheeled carriage, but the running flames can burn the carriage. Ignition in the rain is a technical job, and everyone finds that there is not enough fuel. The heavy rain is too cruel, and the canvas, wooden boxes, and waterproof packages are all penetrated, and the important peat is also wet, and the dryest part of the center is less than a fist, which is not enough to dry wet wood, and the burning will be unsustainable.

"Take all the lamp oil and kerosene. I don't believe it anymore. Can't I give you hot rice today?"

The rain sounds around it are quite deafening. In this environment, the volume of Geros shouting is not loud, but it can easily reach everyone's ears and into their hearts. When everyone acts, some find lamp oil, some contribute alchemy matches, and some can't take out anything and dig deep trenches to make the ground dry as much as possible.

Firewood is chopped and charcoal is crushed into small pieces, and they surround the remaining dry peat in the middle. With the help of lamp oil and kerosene, a small flame representing hope rises, which complements the smiles on everyone's faces.

"Okay, let go of the space, you'll almost suck the air." Jeros personally took care of the flames and asked it to bake the fuel with less humidity so that it could continue to burn later. The wet wood was filled with a lot of choking smoke, and Jeros didn't care, and everyone began to build a canvas tent and create a clearing for shelter from the rain as much as possible.

"Put the canvas diagonally, so that it tilts to one side. Don't try to use a single piece of canvas as the top, but use two pieces to form the character structure. Yes, go and slant! Just lead the horses over first, don't let them swell on their heads. Luciga, prepare feed for the horses."

Amid the gradually fragrant fireworks, everyone divided the work and built the temporary camp. At this time, the pot was also mounted, and the boiling rainwater was cooking the cows that were struck by lightning. Luciga had finished feeding the horses, and she squatted on the ground, spooned out the foam in the pot, and directly lifted it into the rain.

The beef was cut into thin strips so that it would cook faster. Everyone held a bowl and squatted under the canvas, with relatively dry stones on their butts, and their necks stretched out long. Luciga stirred in the beef soup and said loudly to everyone: "The earliest ripening should be the liver. You have to thank Dagon, as the rules are his liver, and he is willing to take it out and distribute it to everyone."

"Thank you, Dwarf Prince!" "Thank you, Dagon!" "When will it be familiar?"

Beef soup, plus the cakes baked on the edge of the iron pot, everyone felt that they had a new life. Dagon felt that his portion was very real, and he felt a warm feeling in his hand. He sat on the stone and shared with Xingxiu what kind of hot meal it was. Although he was still wet and raining outside, he looked out and felt that it was all beautiful.

"How does the beef taste? Does it taste like thunder and lightning?" Luciga cooked the second pot of beef, and at this time came to Dagong, patted his shoulder and sat down. "Huh... I'm not afraid of rain anymore, are you?"

"Not afraid anymore." Dagon nodded vigorously. "It's different to falling into a glacier. It won't flood me if it rains."

"You've fallen into the glacier?" Luciga took out a tin bottle from his arms, bite the plug, took a sip, and exhaled a hot and comfortable atmosphere. "Ha... tell me the story of the glacier?"

Dagon shook his head. He remembered some scenes, but couldn't remember all the details. Those intermittent memories were nothing worth telling. He lowered his head and took a sip of soup, and was about to add a piece of meat to the star helmet with a spoon. Luciga suddenly grabbed his arm with his hand, 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, and hit a person. Dagon was about to exclaim, but after the flash of the thunder disappeared, there was no figure there. Then, another lightning shot fell straight down. The trees and rocks next to it were unscathed. The lightning just hit the ground, and a walking figure could be seen at the place where it fell.

The whistle sounded, and everyone became alert. Everyone saw the lightning that kept falling and approaching. There would be a figure in the moment when the lightning fell. If the intermittent images were connected, the old hunchbacked man walking in the lightning was a ragged hunchbacked man. His hair was loose, covering his eyes and nose, and his slightly opened mouth was yellow teeth. His hunchback was very serious, as if he was pressed against a big tumor, and his curved spine made it difficult for him to stand, so he had to hold a wooden crutch with both hands to walk.

When I got closer, I saw that the hunchbacked old man was hanging many jewelry, gold, silver, gems, bracelets, anklets, necklaces, nose rings, lip rings, finger rings, fixed, sliding, and shaking. As the old man walked, he made a sensation and jingle sound, as if a person was a camel caravan. Gradually, everyone could hear his footsteps falling in the puddle, and he seemed to be humming something.

Lightning was still falling, constantly hitting his hunchback, and he seemed to have not noticed it. In the distance, it was originally only when the lightning fell, but now the old man has always existed, but lightning has become something for a while. Everyone in the convoy was very nervous. People who could fight, such as Dagon had put down the beef soup and climbed back into the car to take out the hunting axe. The leader of everyone, Geros, came to the front of the hunchbacked old man with bare hands.

Oh, he was not bare-handed. He was holding a string of cheap gems in his hand, and there was a holy emblem of the god of rule and battle. "In this land of Lord, in the name of the half-dragon of rule, show your identity and your purpose!"

Jerous shouted loudly, and raised the holy emblem at the same time. He was not a priest, and he had no divine magic to echo him, but his hands were buckled against the back, and there were a row of flying knives hanging there.

The hunchbacked old man sang a song, shook his head and looked at Geros, then changed direction slightly, and began to walk around. Through his wet and 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 was inserted obliquely on the ground, blocking the hunchbacked old man. Tess held the longbow in his hand and slowly raised his sight. Her arrow emitted a shocking cold air, so white mist was shrouded in white mist. Geros raised his hand, turned around and glared at Tess, and then took two steps forward. He raised the Holy Emblem of the Dominant War God carved with the half-dragon man's avatar, almost blocking the old man.

"Hiss... I have not had good legs and feet, so I have already given way to you, why are you blocking the way?" The old man raised his head and saw clearly now. It was indeed a golden pupil with red dots. "You continue to shelter from the rain. I still have to rush to let go, let go, let go!"

The second word "Take" was said, and Geros was pushed out by a gentle force until his back hit the carriage. "You are all fools, why should you hide from the rain here? Wouldn't it be better to go to the mine?"

"Mine? Where is there a mine?"

The hunchbacked old man smiled slightly and pointed forward with a crutch. Suddenly the ground began to shake, the mountain wall of the quarry continued to collapse, and a huge hole appeared behind the smoke and dust. The hole was enough for three carriages to drive in side by side, spreading into the mountains in deep and darkness. I don’t know how much space there was inside.

Seeing this scene, everyone dared not move. He could open the mountain, and then open his chest and take out his heart. Who would dare to move him? Tess put away his longbow, Dagon raised his hunting axe in front of him, and others also gathered their weapons together.

"You are a caravan? No need to answer, it seems to be." The old man stood in front of Jeros, and lightning continued to bombard, but there was no energy leaking. "Oh, I don't like the God of War very much. He always hit me with lightning. It's useless, and he knows it's useless, maybe it's just venting his anger."

"Is this thunder smashed by the half-dragon god Kopes?"

"I guess it's right. I'm not going to say anything this time, why are I so nervous?" The old man looked at the sky and said, "I'm not going to say that five heroes will come to the world, one of which will destroy the world; I'm not going to say that everything will be reversed, water and fire, and internal and external replacement; I'm not going to say that anyone who is smart..."

The thunder suddenly became particularly dense, almost continuously hitting the old man. The frequent flashes and continuous roars shocked the people around him, and no one could hear what the old man said behind him. Everyone rolled on the ground with their heads in their arms, watching the old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, step by step towards the quarry, and into the mine that had just appeared. The ground began to shake again, the stone mountain collapsed again, and the entrance of the cave was buried again.

Everyone in the convoy spitted blood, and their gums were red. Everyone swayed and got up from the ground and asked about the situation. Although they were still shocked, everyone soon found that the rain had become smaller, the thunder stopped, and a ray of sunlight passed through the clouds in the distance.
Chapter completed!