Chapter 640: City and Wilderness (Part 2)

Modern people living in the steel jungle seem to find it difficult to experience the ferocity of nature. But if one is in a tropical rainforest that is no different from the primitive era, one will deeply understand that nature possesses supreme power. While nurturing everything, it can also destroy everything.

From the gathering of dark clouds to the falling of bean-sized raindrops, the whole process did not exceed one minute. And just tens of seconds later, the strong wind began to rise, and the whole rainforest changed its appearance.

The originally vibrant jungle instantly became like a green hell. The shadows and reflections of plants were like the claws and eyes of demons. After those cute little animals disappeared, only the tension of the coming wind and rain remained.

The three walked quickly upstream along the stream. While walking, the man holding the bow and arrow introduced himself: "My name is Oliver Queen, I come from Star City, and I drifted here about three months ago..."

Arthur and Schiller also introduced their names separately, but neither said much, or, they couldn't say much anymore. At this time, the wind force was already not low. Just burying their heads and walking was already very physically exhausting.

"No matter where you come from, as long as you are not that group of drug dealers, we can cooperate. I built a shelter in a cave upstream of the stream. We have to get there to avoid the storm."

Next, none of the three spoke, just buried their heads and walked forward. If it were only Schiller alone, he could have reached the destination quickly with several flashes, but the problem was that Oliver and Arthur definitely couldn't.

Even though the three hurried and hurried, when the tropical storm really arrived, they still didn't manage to reach the cave that Oliver mentioned.

The strong wind with heavy rain blew on their faces. Oliver and Arthur were both a bit unsteady. Schiller looked up, narrowed his eyes, and looked into the distance. He asked, "Are you referring to that cave?"

At the source of the stream, at the bottom of the cliff formed by the fracture of the cliff, a rock crevice appeared. The ultra-long-distance vision provided by the Gray Mist allowed Schiller to see that there seemed to be traces of people living there.

"That's right!

!" Oliver shouted. Although he had already used the maximum volume, the sound was still crumbling in the howling of the strong wind.

"Hurry up, let's go!

!" Arthur used water to condense into a shield to walk forward, but it was still difficult to resist the strong and powerful wind.

Just on the last stretch of the road, Oliver finally fell down. He was already injured and physically exhausted. Several failed hunts led to the exhaustion of food. The wind that blew past quickly took away heat, making him even more weak and unbearable.

Just when Arthur rushed up to help him up, Schiller instantly turned into gray mist, grabbed the two, and flew into that cave.

Both people thrown on the ground let out a cry of pain. Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, while Oliver looked at Schiller, who was slowly condensing his figure, cursed, and then said, "I might be dying soon, I'm even hallucinating..."

"You're not hallucinating, but you are indeed dying." Schiller walked up, came to Oliver, who was paralyzed on the ground, dismantled all the leaves he was wrapped in, and then looked at the wound on his shoulder.

Taking off the wrapped shirt cloth strips, Schiller finally understood why this island survival trip could allow the Green Arrow to grow from a rich young master into a true bitter traveler hero.

The wound under the cloth strip was very horrifying. A large piece of skin on his entire left shoulder and part of his chest was gone, exposing the muscle tissue inside, and it seemed to have been burned by fire, pitted and uneven.

Schiller looked carefully and found that it might be a wound after being grazed by a shotgun. Those pitted parts were all places where steel balls had once been buried, and as for the traces burned by fire, Schiller guessed that it might have been done by Oliver himself to prevent further ulceration.

Schiller thought for a while, then took out the medical kit stored by the Gray Mist. Everything needed to treat the wound was in it, and doing a simple surgery wasn't difficult.

Now this condition couldn't be particular about sanitary conditions, and dealing with it as soon as possible was the right way. However, the only problem was that Oliver was very weak now, and rashly performing surgery might cause his physiological characteristics to drop very quickly.

Schiller took a deep breath, still put down the medical kit, turned to Arthur, and said: "His current state is too bad, I can't treat his wound, otherwise it might lead to fainting or shock."

"After the storm passes, we have to find some food and drinking water for him first. Only after his physical strength recovers can we perform surgery."

Arthur sighed, looked at the pale Oliver, and he didn't expect that things would develop to this extent.

"I thought we could drive a boat over, take the person, and leave. But now, it seems that even if the boat is driven over, we can't take him away like this. He will die on the road..." Arthur sighed deeply. He felt that he had looked at this matter too simply.

When he lived in the environment he was familiar with before, he felt that he was omnipotent. Whether it was driving a boat, fishing, or forecasting the weather, he was handy.

But once he changed an environment, things wouldn't be so smooth. He felt that he had overestimated his ability, so much so that he put himself and the person he wanted to save into danger.

Arthur looked a bit annoyed, but Schiller was very calm. He said, "Listen, there is a problem now. You should have seen it already. His body temperature is dropping."

"He must replenish heat in time. But now, the humidity in this cave is too high. These branches he prepared before might not be able to ignite. Arthur, you have to think of a way, otherwise he might die."

"But what can I do? I... I can't make those branches ignite either? I can control water, but I can't control fire..." Arthur appeared a bit anxious, but Schiller was still calm. He said, "That's right, you can't make the branches ignite in the humid air, but you have a way to make the air not so humid."

Arthur suddenly froze there, and then he stood up with a "zeng" sound, began to pace in place, and said, "Right, that's right, I can control water, so the water in the air should also be possible. I'll try..."

Arthur closed his eyes and concentrated, trying hard to find the feeling of controlling water in the stream. Not long after, many small water droplets appeared in the air. These small water droplets condensed into a large water ball, and then were controlled by Arthur to slowly move out of the cave.

He exhaled, lowered his head to look at his hands, revealed a joyful expression, looked at Schiller with shining eyes, and said, "Oh my god, Professor, I never thought I could do this..."

But who knew, Schiller frowned, stretched out a hand, seemingly feeling the air, then shook his head and said, "No, it won't work. Just emptying the water in the cave is useless. The storm outside doesn't stop, and the humid breath will keep pouring in."

This rock crevice actually couldn't be called a real cave, because a cave needs to have space with depth inward. And here, it was obviously a narrow crevice formed by the fracture and dislocation of the rock layer during geological structure. Although it wasn't big for the mountain, it could barely accommodate humans.

But it could only barely accommodate humans. Three people, two standing and one lying, basically had no space. If five people were stuffed in, maybe one person would have to be drenched. ===== CHAPTER 641 =====