Standing miserably at the bottom of the hillside, the thief tried to climb up several times, but each time he only went up three or two meters before he couldn't stop the mud and slippery and rolled down.

Is the highest climb four meters or five meters?

I didn't go up, I didn't say anything, and I wasted all my physical strength on the hillside.

Sitting on the ground, Ji Thief couldn't stop panting.

He couldn't figure it out, why is there still unmelted ice and snow here in the Baigu Mountains?

After a closer look, I was relieved that this mountain stream was in the middle of the cliffs on both sides, and the sun could not shine on weekdays, and of course, there was no possibility of ice and snow melting.

Tearing his throat to the sky, he shouted a few times with all his strength, and the thief was all wasted, and he felt that in his current state, even a child with an embroidery needle could stab himself to death.

This is what the heavens should not be, and the earth is not spiritual.

The thief held his forehead and sighed, shaking his head incessantly.

He looked around and saw the wolf corpse on the ground, when the wolf died, his eyes were round and he was glaring at the direction where the thief was sitting.

The whining wind blew in the mountain stream, with a whistling sound, as if the demons from hell were laughing.

Ji Thief couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, a little timid in his heart.

He looked up at the direction of the wind, and said to himself that since the wind could pass through, maybe if he followed the direction of the wind, he might be able to go around the mountain stream.

So, the thief stood up with the bronze knife in his hand and walked in the direction where the wind was blowing.

Staggering, walking, walking, walking for two or three hundred meters, the wind blew even more, and with it, there was still unmelted ice and snow blown by the wind, and the ice and snow were broken in front of it, as if it was a knife cutting noodles.

The thief grinned and covered his face with the tattered animal skin on his body, but at this moment, when the wind blew, the bright moon in the sky suddenly disappeared into the clouds, and in an instant, the earth was dark.

Ji Thief looked up in astonishment, only to see that the sky was covered with dark clouds and the wind was blowing.

Ji Thief had a bad premonition.

Smack.

Brush la-la-la.

First, a drop of water fell from the sky on the door of Ji Thief's head, and then, countless raindrops fell from the sky, connecting them into a line, just for a moment, it was pouring rain.

Even, I didn't give the thief time to react, and the heavy rain was called a hurry.

In the rain, the eyelids of the thief hurt.

This would be more than happy if it was left in the usual Ji thief, after all, the spring rain is as expensive as oil, but now, the Ji thief doesn't think so.

Not to mention anything else, in the heavy rain, how can they find themselves?

The chances of being rescued yourself are too slim.

The most important thing is that there is not even a place to shelter from the rain in the mountain stream, and the animal skin on his body was also caught into pieces in the tearing with the wild wolf, and now the sky is not warm, and the night is still very cold, and the animal skin on the body can not be warmed, and it rains heavily, isn't this sincere to get sick?

The fire in his hand had already been extinguished, and the thief stubbornly walked through the rain.

Now, he has only two options.

The first is to quickly find a place to rest and make a fire to keep warm.

The second, that is, to brave the rain to find a way out and join the large army.

But how can there be a place to rest on the two straight cliffs in this mountain stream?

Alas, it can only be forced to go the second way.

The rain fell more and more, and gradually converged in the mountain stream to a depth that did not exceed the ankle of the thief. Wading forward in the water against the torrential rain, without paying attention, the thief who was already physically exhausted was washed down by the rain and rolled to the ground, and the bean-sized raindrops crackled and hit his slightly thin body, which was pitiful.

For a moment, Ji Thief even felt a little aggrieved.

The dignified patriarch of the Lihuo tribe, the first warrior of a large mountain range, and the head of the Federation during the war, he is such a big hero who will surely respond like a cloud and follow like rain, but now, he is cornered by a rain.

The fire fold in Ji Thief's hand has already been wet, so there is no way to do it.

The torrential rain swept the thief's body and swept him backwards along the mountain stream.

Lying in the rolling rain, Ji Thief's face turned pale, and his heart said that it was all over.

It's only been a long time since the torrential rain has formed a flash flood, isn't this a pitfall?

Struggling to get up from the ground, the torrent has already passed the waist of the thief, not only the torrent that slopes from the upstream, but also the torrent on both sides of the mountain stream.

The thief's body was involuntarily rolled up and went downstream, and manpower could not compete with nature at any time.

He was forced to drift with the waves, drifting and drifting, and had already deviated from the position where he had rolled down, and just when the thief was crying out badly, suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a raised stone on one side of the mountain, as if it was a platform protruding from the mountain stream.

Seeing this scene in the torrent of Ji Thief, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

He struggled in the rain and walked towards the platform.

No matter what, I must go to that platform, otherwise I will let this rain wash away, and sooner or later I will die in this gradually formed torrent due to exhaustion of physical strength.

Even if you know how to water, you can't escape!

The thief flapped in the rain, calculating the speed and time of the stone.

The boulder platform is about a meter or two high above the water, and it is very difficult to climb up at this height.

At least, the thief is far from having the strength to jump one or two meters high in the water.

Not to mention in the water, even in a place like the ground where he can withstand force, he can't jump so high.

With a brush, the thief pulled out the copper knife from the water, but fortunately, he didn't lose the copper knife when he was just swept by the torrent, otherwise, he would have died this time.

He swam towards the water's edge, and under the great force of the mountain torrent, he was constantly consuming the pitiful strength of the thief.

Close, close.

Seeing that it was connected to the boulder platform, the thief gritted his teeth, brushed it, and directly raised the copper knife and stabbed it on the stone wall of the mountain stream.

With a snort, the copper knife sank straight into the handle.

Seeing this scene, the thief couldn't help but be surprised, and said that he was just going to use a copper knife to block his body that was swept away, but he never thought that this knife would be pierced into the stone.

Take a closer look, hey, what kind of stone is it, it's clearly just a piece of mossy mud.

The thief grabbed the copper knife inserted into the mud and dragged his body to climb up, but fortunately, the mountain wall was inclined at an angle, so after the thief climbed up, he stepped on the handle of the copper knife with one foot, and his body would not slide down if he stuck to the mountain wall.

Finally freed from the torrent, Ji Thief breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the rain on his face, but it was filled with new rain in an instant.

"This Nima's, you can encounter this kind of thing if you have a good hand, and this special mother is too unlucky. ”

Ji Thief stepped on the copper knife and said helplessly.

As soon as the words fell, the copper knife under his feet suddenly trembled, and the thief was so frightened that he almost called his mother.

Thinking about it, the copper knife was inserted into the soil, and it was not as strong as imagined at all, and the weight of the thief's whole person was pressed on it, how could the copper knife hold on.

Feeling the loosening of the copper knife under his feet, Ji Thief said that the temporary foothold was about to be finished.

He looked up and saw the edge of the boulder above his head, gritted his teeth, turned his body, stepped on the copper knife with both feet, and squatted slightly, saying in his heart that it was a blessing or a curse, a disaster that could not be avoided, whether it was life or death, it depended on this.

After saying that, the thief's feet screamed and exerted force, and the whole person stepped on the copper knife and jumped into the air, well, half a meter high.

Although it was half a meter high, it was enough, and the jumping thief grabbed the edge of the boulder with one hand in the air, and hung and squeaked around like a sandbag.

The torrent poured even harder, and it had already passed the bronze knife where the thief had landed just now, so that the thief was hanging on the boulder, and the torrent had not passed his ankles.

Seeing this scene, the thief gritted his teeth, forced himself to lift himself up, and struggled to get up to the stone platform.

As a result, after this action, the thief lay on the stone platform like a dead man.

He felt that his arms were no longer his own.

The feeling of weakness in the muscles was raised, and the palms of the hands shook like chaff.

The thief gave up and lay there with his hands on his side to rest and regain his strength.