Lan Qi jumped onto the beach with some irritation. Behind him, the raft completed its final mission and finally fell apart into seven or eight logs. They were taken downstream by the rushing river, then buried in the violent rapids, and finally turned into fragments that flowed along with the river to a large rift one kilometer away, disappearing.

The bald eagle sat down on the moist river bank, and a mutated shrub by the river twisted restlessly, and then stretched out the sharp jagged leaves towards him, trying to cut Lan Qi's body. Lan Qi hummed from his nostrils, and directly took out a saber to nail the restless shrub leaves to the sand. The leaves of the bush were constantly twisting, and finally split in half, but they were able to break free from Lan Qi's saber. It retracted into the main bush, and the entire bush moved slightly about ten meters to the other side to avoid Lan Qi, who was judged to be a dangerous object by the plant.

Things like this are not uncommon on Death Mountain, and Lan Qi doesn't have the extra strength to find the bad luck of this abnormal bush. In fact, his journey from the Lamason River all the way was not smooth. Take the first night as an example, the sudden explosion of flames in Death Canyon made the abnormal fish in that section of the river alive.

Those megalodons that kept flying in the air from the river caused a lot of trouble to Lan Qi, especially after he woke up from a hibernation-like state, the recovery of body functions made the megalodon aware of his biological heat, so A school of giant tooth fish attacked him. After killing most of the giant tooth fish, Lan Qi decided to go ashore, and his action was quite wise, because two triangular crocodile smelled the blood of the river and swam over shortly afterwards.

In the Lamason River, the triangulus is equivalent to the Cretaceous Tyrannosaurus rex, they are definitely the king of the river. The big and sharp corners of the crocodile would easily scatter the raft. If Lan Qi fell into the water, the sharp teeth of the crocodile and the bite force close to the ton level would test him.

Some scholars have conducted experiments, and the bite force of the triangular crocodile can slightly damage and twist a piece of composite armor material. Lan Qi asked himself that his body could not withstand such a test, so it was the best way to avoid these kings in the river.

After that, he spent one night in the jungle by the river, until the Lamason River recovered calm the next day, and Lan Qi dragged his raft into the water again. This time is obviously much smoother, and until today, the closer to the downstream area, the more difficult it is to control the trend of the Lamasen River. Ten meters in a shoal and five meters in a drop position, let alone a raft, even a professional rubber boat cannot withstand such a toss.

Had it not been for Lan Qi's rich experience, his raft would have fallen apart long before Baili River Road, how could he still be able to hold this place.

The thrill of this short river course almost squeezed 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 waves of strange sounds coming from the rapids not far away. They sounded like howling, but like the sound of wind. That is the sound waves produced when the rapids with a huge drop of nearly fifty meters hit the reefs in the river. Because the reefs in the downstream area are forested, the sound passes between them, and it makes a sharp noise like howling.

In the daytime, it's fine. At night, it can almost be described as howling ghosts. It is the rugged terrain of the Ramason River that prevents ordinary caravans from taking relatively comfortable waterways. Instead, a mountain road opens from the edge of the vast forest of Death Mountain, and then passes through a large crack on a man-made suspension cable bridge. Leave this forbidden land of life.

Now, Lan Qi just wants to take a good day's rest. Cultivate enough proficiency, and then go to the downstream area to choose a sniper position, he will wait there for three days. If Zero does not 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 problem, especially the clean water that he could drink. He didn't bring much, and some of them fell into the Ramathon 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 the zero horse first, and then sniping him in the wilderness outside Death Ridge. As far as Lan Qi knew, after leaving Death Mountain, there would be a windmill town about three hundred kilometers north along the highway. That was the nearest supply base outside Death Mountain, and if you weren't dead, you would definitely have to go there. Then Lan Qi's crazy eagle will greet him.

It's just that Lan Qi knew that Sauron was running out of patience, and the Parkland family probably knew about it. According to the character of the old Brandt, I am afraid that he would go directly to the army and kill Zero with absolute advantage. But God knows how much Lan Qi is eager to kill Zero with his own hands. Only then will he confront his dead son.

After all, revenge cannot be done for you.

Just when Lan Qi was planning **** Zero ~lightnovelpub.net~ his ears suddenly received another sound.

In the sound of the violent water waves, there was another sound lingering. It was difficult for Lan Qi to classify it. It was like singing, but it seemed to be just meaningless notes. But it is undeniable that it is very pleasing to the ears, like nature.

However, this sound like a natural sound made Lan Qi chill all over.

That is a danger signal!

The bald eagle opened his eyes fiercely, and then saw a light wheel flying towards him obliquely. Needless to say, Lan Qi also knew that it would definitely not be a pleasing thing, and it was more likely to be a lethal weapon.

He immediately bounced from the ground and rolled behind a cedar tree. The light wheel revolved with a strange whistle past the location where Lan Qi was just now, cut through the cedar trees, and then flew to the bank of the Ramathon River.

A figure by the river flew out of the teeth-staggered reef, steadily pulled the light wheel, and immediately rushed forward, too fast for Lan Qi to catch. Lan Qi only knew that when she stood still, there were still some afterimages on the Ramathon River.

The cedar fell down with a "creak", and Lan Qi was sweating from the smooth cut. Had it not been for him to hide quickly, it would not be the fir but himself that had become two pieces.

Then I saw that the person who attacked was a black girl. Judging from his appearance, he was young. After the silver light of the light wheel in his hand dissipated slightly, Lan Qi could see that it was a half-moon-shaped wheel saw. The crescent side of the thing was covered with jagged teeth, and it would definitely not be a pleasant thing to have the body cut by it.

The whole body of the girl was shrouded in a cloud of silver light. The sound that Lan Qi heard was like a sound of heaven, but it was emitted from the silver light, as if there were invisible angels singing in the silver light. Suddenly, Lan Qi thought of an ability that was very close to the vision before him.

The second-order ability in the elemental light system, the song of hope!