Lan Qi jumped onto the shore somewhat annoyed. Behind him, the raft completed its final mission and finally split into seven or eight logs. They were carried downstream by the rushing river, then buried in the violent torrent, and finally turned into fine powder, followed by the river flowing one kilometer away into the big crack, where they disappeared.
The bald eagle sat down on the wet river bank, and a mutant shrub by the river writhed uneasily, and then stretched out its sharp jagged leaves towards him, trying to cut Lan Qi's body open. Lan Qi snorted from his nostrils, took out a gun and nailed the restless shrub leaves to the sand. The shrub's leaves twisted continuously, and finally split in two, but managed to break free from Lan Qi's body. It retracted into the main bush, and the whole bush moved slightly to the other side about ten meters to avoid Lan Qi, who was judged as a dangerous object by the plants.
Things like this are not uncommon on Death God Ridge, and Lan Qi doesn't have the extra energy to find bad luck for this mutated bush. In fact, his journey all the way from the Lamason River was not smooth. Take the first night as an example, the sudden explosion of flames in the Death Canyon made the mutated fish in that section of the river alive.
Those megalodons that kept rising into the air from the river caused Lan Qi a lot of trouble, especially after he woke up from a state similar to hibernation, the recovery of body functions made the megalodon aware of his biological heat, so A school of megalodon attacked him. After killing most of the megalodon, Lan Qi resolutely chose to go ashore, and his approach was quite wise, because not long after, two three-legged crocodiles swam over after smelling the blood in the river.
In the Lamassen River, the three-edged crocodile is equivalent to the Tyrannosaurus rex of the Cretaceous period, and they are definitely the kings of the river. The large and sharp corners of the crocodile would easily shatter the raft, and if Lan Qi fell into the water, the test would be the sharp teeth of the crocodile and the bite force close to the ton level.
Some scholars once conducted experiments, and the bite force of the three-edged crocodile can slightly injure and distort a piece of composite armor material. Lan Qi asked himself that his body could not stand such a test, so it was the best strategy to stay far away from these kings in the river.
Afterwards, he spent the night in the jungle by the river. It was not until the Lamasan River returned to calm the next day that Blue Wizard dragged the raft into the water again. This time it was obviously much smoother. To this day, the closer to the downstream area, the more difficult the trend of the Lamason River is to control. There is a dangerous shoal of ten meters, and a drop of five meters. Not to mention rafts, even professional rubber boats cannot withstand such a toss.
If it weren't for Lan Qi's rich experience, his raft would have fallen apart long before the Baili River, and how could he survive here.
The thrill of the short hundred-mile river course almost exhausted Lan Qi's energy, he had to close his eyes and use the rigorously trained breathing method to speed up the recovery of his body's vitality.
In my ears, there were bursts of strange sound waves coming from the rapids and rivers not far away. It sounded like howling, but it was also like the sound of wind. It was the sound wave produced when the rapids with a huge drop of nearly fifty meters hit the reefs in the river. Since there were many reefs in the downstream area, the sound passed between them, making a sharp sound like a whistling sound.
It's fine during the day, but at night, it can almost be described as howling ghosts and howling wolves. It is the precipitous terrain of the Lamassen River that prevents ordinary caravans from taking the relatively comfortable waterway, but opens a mountain road from the edge of the vast forest of Death Ridge, and then passes through a large crack on an artificially built cable bridge. Leave this forbidden land of life.
Now, Lan Qi just wants to rest for a day. Raise enough proficiency, and then go to the downstream area to choose a sniper position, where he will wait for three days. If Zero doesn't appear, regardless of his life or death, Lan Qi will choose to leave. Although he had the patience to wait a few more days, food was a troublesome issue, especially clean drinking water. He didn't bring much, and some of it fell into the Lamason River.
If Zero is still alive and hasn't appeared in the past few days, then Lan Qi can only be attributed to Zero. He didn't mind letting Ling Yima go first, and then sniping him in the wilderness outside Death God Ridge. As far as Lan Qi knew, there was a windmill town about 300 kilometers north along the highway after leaving Death God Ridge. That was the nearest supply base outside Death God Ridge. If Ling survived, he must go there. Then it will be Lan Qi's wild vulture who greets him.
It's just that Lan Qi knows that Sauron's patience is running out, and the Parkland family probably knows about it too. According to old Brant's personality, he might directly join the army and kill Zero with an absolute advantage. But God knows how much Lan Qi wanted to kill Zero with his own hands. Only then would he feel sorry for his dead son.
After all, revenge cannot be done by others.
Just when Lan Qi was planning how to kill Zero, his ears suddenly received another sound.
In the sound of the turbulent water waves, there was another sound resounding. It was difficult for Lan Qi to classify it. It was like singing, but it seemed to be just some meaningless notes. But it is undeniable that it is very pleasant, like the sound of nature.
However, this heavenly voice made Lan Qi feel cold all over.
That's a red flag!
The bald eagle suddenly opened its eyes, and then saw a light wheel flying towards him obliquely. Needless to say, Lan Qi also knew that it would definitely not be something pleasing to the eye, and it was more likely to be a deadly weapon.
Immediately he bounced off the ground and rolled behind a cedar tree. With a strange scream, the light wheel spun past where Lan Qi was just now, cut through the cedar trees, and flew towards the riverside of the Lamason River.
A figure by the river flew out from the criss-crossed rocks, held the light wheel firmly, and rushed forward in an instant, the speed was too fast for Lan Qi to catch. Lan Qi only knew that when she stood still, there were still fragments of afterimages on the Lamason River.
The cedar tree fell down with a "squeak", and Lan Qi was in a cold sweat watching the smooth cut. If he hadn't been able to dodge quickly just now, it would not be the fir tree that has been cut in two, but himself.
Looking at the person who attacked, it was a black girl. Judging from his appearance, he was not very old, and after the silver light of the light wheel in his hand dissipated, Lan Qi saw clearly that it was a half-moon-shaped wheel saw. The side of the crescent moon of that thing is covered with sawtooth, it will definitely not be a pleasant thing to cut the body by it.
The girl's whole body was shrouded in a layer of silver light. The heavenly sound that Lan Qi heard came from these silver lights, as if there were invisible angels singing in the silver lights. Suddenly, Lan Qi remembered an ability that was very close to the vision in front of him.
The second-level ability in the element field light system, the song of hope!