The cold river water kept trying to pour into Zhao Mai's mouth, carrying the disgusting smell of alchemy potion; the white waves hit the eyes, and a layer of wet grease climbed up, making it feel uncomfortable.

Under such circumstances, it is difficult to see clearly in the distance, and the thick fog caused by Lucius has not dissipated. As he got ashore, the west bank of the river has been covered. Zhao Mai wanted to call for help, but he always had to spit out the water from his mouth first?

The huge backpack was as heavy as a stone, constantly pulling it hard behind it, trying to drag Zhao Mai to the bottom of the water. Zhao Mai held the reserve grain with one hand and the wooden shield with the other, only his mouth was empty. He held his breath suddenly, lowered his head, and relied on the touch of his tongue and lips to find the strap tied to his chest, and then pulled it hard.

I guess this time, my gums were bleeding. The strap of my backpack was loosened and the backpack was also opened. Then the water was pulled, and Zhao Mai pulled out his arms one by one, and he was finally liberated!

The wooden shield floated on the water surface, and the reserved grain had already climbed up. He was biting Zhao Mai's collar with his teeth and dragging him upwards. Zhao Mai was not that greedy. He only needed to lie on the upper body and get enough buoyancy. The oil smoke river led them to drift downwards. After a while, he couldn't see the place where he had fought with the dog-headed man just now.

After gasping for a few breaths, Zhao Mai began to paddle to the river. The water quality of the oil smoke river was not good, there were no water plants in the water, and there were no fish to disturb it. It was not difficult to paddle. However, the place where Zhao Mai was injured by a magic missile under his left rib was very painful, and he didn't even dare to breathe. Maybe he had a rib fracture.

He had to use his left arm to hold the shield, and slowly stroked his right arm and legs, while moving, venting and sweating. The reserved grain also came to the edge of the shield and stretched out a small paw to stroke. However, he always found the wrong direction, and the shield kept spinning.

After finally stepping on the bottom of the river, Zhao Mai limped onto the shore. Although the battle time was short, the physical strength was consumed a lot, which was the lack of experience in junior apprentices. He was too nervous and his muscles were affected by the same effect, so he always acted in an overloaded manner. How could he not get tired?

The reserve grain shook his body hard and threw out the water from his hair. Then it came to Zhao Mai, stuck out his tongue and checked it around, and then took the initiative to do the lookout work very smartly.

Zhao Mai lifted the grey armor, checked his wound, and shook his head. This is not a wound that can heal naturally. It seems that spells must be used. He only has two first-level spell positions, one is the Divine Berry Skill and the other is the healing minor injury. You must know that a bottle of mild wound healing potion costs fifty gold coins, which is far more than the value of a spell position. How could he not always leave a place for healing spells?

I had never experienced the effect of healing spells before, but now I am just trying it out. On the edge of the forest, the natural force here is very abundant, and the effect of the spells has also been improved. Zhao Mai heard the sound of gabbing in his body, accompanied by the numbness and squirting when bones rubbed. Afterwards, the pain in the muscles and skin was relieved, and several small cut wounds began to scab.

After a simple treatment of minor injuries, Zhao Mai no longer has to worry about the wound. The rest only needs to eat and sleep well, and wait until it heals naturally. It is so effective to treat minor injuries? He also felt that it was a bit incredible. The strength of the magic missile is not high, and the wounds caused should not be too severe. Maybe it is just because his physical constitution is too weak, so the wounds appear horrifying? I believe that as long as you continue to improve your affinity for the natural force in the future, the continuous chance of life will continue to strengthen your physical strength.

"We have to check the equipment. We can't be bare-handed." Zhao Mai opened the bullet bay of the Giant Tooth Beast Musket, took out the shell and put it away, and cleaned the remaining stains after burning. There is no smoke-free *******, so there will always be some residue inside. In addition, it is soaked in water, and it will inevitably turn into mud.

None of the bullets on the belt were thrown away. I have to say that Green's skill is really good. However, while struggling, a bullet's wax seal was wiped off, and the gunpowder inside was flooded. Zhao Mai was reluctant to throw it away, so he would put it in the belt and wait until he had the chance to re-equip the gunpowder.

The reserved grain suddenly yelled and rushed into the river. Zhao Mai turned his head and saw that his backpack was half-sinking and half-floating, and was wrapped in the current of water to the place near the river bank. He hurried over, stood in the water deep in his chest and sucked it with his hands, and then dragged his backpack ashore.

The quilt was washed away, and some of the things inside were lost, including Zhao Mai’s favorite pot and the most valuable piece of canvas. Originally, this canvas could be used as a tent, a quilt, or even a stretcher and a bed, but now it has become a bubble.

There was not much left to use, the catapult rope was still there, but the projectile was gone; there was only one candle left, but it could still be melted and replenished the wax seal at the bottom of the shell. The water bag was still there, which was almost the best news. The cool spring water inside was not comparable to the stinky water of the oil smoke river. Although he had just come up from the river, Zhao Mai still felt a little thirsty and hurried to share the remaining sweet water with the reserve grain.

A rope slid down from the backpack belt and hung softly on the ground. Following the rope, it was obviously cut open by a sharp weapon! A burst of anger suddenly rose from Zhao Mai's heart. This bastard was so harmful to me!

Calculate the remaining length of the rope, it may only be a bad thing Lucius did! Why did he cut the rope? Do you think he could do whatever he wanted under the cover of thick fog? Unexpectedly, I never thought that some of his mother-in-law and mother were annoying, but I didn't realize that he had such bad intentions!

There are people in this world that Zhao Mai cannot forgive, that is a traitor who betrays his teammates! Everyone worked together to escape from the hunt for the kobold. No, before they completely escaped, Lucius, you bastard, started to abandon your teammates behind the palace? Is this good for you? Do you think a small river can drown me?

Zhao Mai immediately took action, sorted out his things quickly, left the river bank, and hid in the woods. Lucius broke the rope in the thick fog, and even after he got ashore, he had to explain to the other two people what had happened. No matter how clever he was, Afura and Ziyue should have chosen to look downstream. Even if they took a step back, their parade mission was not over yet, and Langer Town was still downstream. They would definitely reach Zhao Mai's current position along the river.

So Zhao Mai hid and captured the giant toothed beast in his hand, preparing to give Lucius a profound lesson.

Time passed quickly, and the waiting became very boring. The reserve grain turned over and exposed its belly to continue sleeping. The surroundings were too quiet, and even the sound of the sun falling could be heard. Zhao Mai moved his stiff fingers, and set a small pergola on his forehead, looking upwards.
Chapter completed!