Chapter 637: City and Wilderness (Part 2)

Modern people living in the steel jungle seem to find it difficult to appreciate the violence of nature, but if they are in a tropical rainforest that is no different from the primitive era, they will deeply understand that nature has supreme power. While nurturing everything, it can also destroy everything.

From the gathering of dark clouds to the bean-sized rain falling down, the whole process did not exceed one minute, and just a few dozen seconds later, the wind gradually rose, and the whole rainforest changed.

The originally vibrant jungle suddenly became like a green hell. The shadows and reflections of the plants were like the claws and eyes of the devil. After those cute little animals disappeared, only the tension of the storm was left.

The three of them walked quickly up the stream. As they walked, the man with the bow and arrow introduced himself: "My name is Oliver Queen, from Star City, and I drifted here about three months ago..."

Arthur and Schiller also introduced their names respectively, but they didn't say much, or they couldn't say much. At this time, the wind was already strong, and just walking with their heads down was very exhausting.

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

Next, the three of them did not speak, but just walked forward with their heads down. If Schiller was alone, he could reach the destination quickly with several flashes in a row, but the problem was that Oliver and Arthur certainly could not do that.

Even if the three of them hurried, they still could not reach the cave that Olive mentioned when the tropical storm really came.

The strong wind and heavy rain blew on their faces, and Oliver and Arthur were a little unsteady. Schiller raised his head and squinted his eyes to look into the distance. He asked: "Are you referring to that cave?"

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

"That's right!" Oliver shouted, even though he had used the maximum volume, the sound was still shaky in the howling wind.

"Hurry up, let's go!" Arthur used water to condense into a shield and walked forward, but it was still difficult to resist the strong wind. On the last section of the road, Oliver finally fell down. He was already injured and exhausted. He had failed to hunt several times in a row, which led to the food running out. The wind quickly took away the heat, making him even weaker. Just as Arthur rushed to help him up, Schiller instantly turned into gray mist, grabbed the two people, and flew into the cave. The two people thrown on the ground screamed in pain. Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, and Oliver looked at Schiller who was slowly condensing his body. He cursed and said, "I may be dying, I am hallucinating..." "You are not hallucinating, but you are indeed dying." Schiller walked up to Oliver who was lying on the ground, removed the leaves wrapped around him, and then looked at the wound on his shoulder. After taking off the shirt strips, Schiller finally understood why this journey to survive on the deserted island could turn Green Arrow from a rich boy into a true hero. …

The wound under the strips was very horrifying. His entire left shoulder and a large piece of skin on his chest had disappeared, revealing the muscle tissue inside. It also seemed to have been burned, with potholes and unevenness.

Schiller took a closer look and found that it might be the wound caused by being scratched by a shotgun. The potholes were all where the steel balls had been buried. Schiller guessed that the traces of burning might have been done by Oliver himself to prevent further festering.

Schiller thought about it for a while, then took out the medical kit stored by Gray Mist. There were all the things needed to treat wounds in it, and it was not difficult to perform a simple operation.

Now the conditions were not hygienic, and the right way was to deal with it as soon as possible. However, the only problem was that Oliver was very weak now, and a rash operation might cause his physiological characteristics to decline very quickly.

Schiller took a deep breath, put down the medical bag, turned to Arthur and said: "He is in too bad a condition now. I can't treat his wounds, otherwise he may faint or go into shock."

"After the storm is over, we have to find him some food and drinking water. We can only operate after his physical strength recovers."

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

"I thought we could sail over and take people away, but now, it seems that even if the boat comes, we can't take him away like this. He will die on the road..." Arthur sighed deeply. He felt that he took this matter too lightly.

When he lived in his familiar environment before, he felt that he could do everything. Whether it was sailing, fishing, or forecasting the weather, he was good at it.

But once he changed the environment, things would not be so smooth. He felt that he overestimated his ability, so that he and the people he wanted to save were put in danger.

Arthur looked a little annoyed, but Schiller was calm. He said, "Listen, there is a problem now. You should have noticed that his body temperature is dropping."

"He must replenish the heat in time, but now the humidity in this cave is too high. The branches he prepared before may not be ignited. Arthur, you have to think of a way, otherwise he may die."

"But what can I do? I... I can't ignite those branches either? I can control water, but I can't control fire..." Arthur seemed a little anxious, but Schiller remained calm. He said: "That's right, you can't make branches ignite in humid air, but you can make the air less humid."

Arthur suddenly froze there, then he stood up and began to pace on the spot, saying: "Yes, 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 to find the feeling when he controlled the water in the stream. After a while, many small water droplets appeared in the air, which condensed into a large water ball, and then was controlled by Arthur and slowly moved out of the cave.

He exhaled, looked down 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 knows, Schiller frowned, stretched out a hand, seemed to feel the air, then shook his head and said: "No, no, it's useless to just drain the water in the cave. The storm outside is not stopping, and the damp air will keep pouring in."

This rock crack is actually not a real cave, because caves must have a deep space inside, and here, it is obviously a narrow gap formed by the fracture and dislocation of rock layers during geological construction. Although it is not big for the mountain, it is barely enough for humans.

But it can only barely accommodate. There is basically no space for three people, two standing and one lying. If five people are stuffed in, one person may get wet.

It is impossible to completely isolate water vapor in such an open space. The width of the entrance to this rock crack is almost the same as the width of the deepest part. There is no possibility of making a door to block the entrance. There are not so many materials here, and the materials used locally cannot have good waterproof properties.

Schiller thought about it and decided to widen this cave a little and create a space larger than the cave entrance at the back. To do this, he still had to use gray fog.

Although gray fog does not like to eat stones, it can indeed swallow the mountain and then decompose it. After Schiller dispersed into gray fog, the gray fog factor penetrated into every crack in the rock wall behind him.

Almost in an instant, the rock wall of a hemispherical area behind disappeared out of thin air, so this place became a real cave with a relatively small entrance and a relatively large cave space.

Arthur moved Oliver, who was lying weakly on the ground, to the space behind.

But there is still a problem, that is, we must find something to block the cave entrance. Schiller thought about it, and then dispersed into gray mist. After stopping at the cave entrance, a green crystal began to spread on the cave entrance until it completely blocked the cave entrance, leaving only a door near the right side.

Yes, this is the kryptonite crystal left by the gray mist before. Although there is not much left, the crystal wall made by Schiller is not thick. It is only because the part connected to the cave is very strong that it is attacked by the storm.

In this way, Arthur can use his water control ability to completely transfer the dampness in the cave, and then they can use some branches to light a fire.

After the fire was lit, Oliver instinctively moved closer to the flames. After feeling less cold, his spirits recovered a little, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you for saving me..."

Arthur shook his head and said: "Not yet, we have to take you away from this place and return to the normal city."

Schiller stood in front of the crystal wall and looked out through the transparent crystal. At this time, the tropical storm reached its most destructive moment. Those originally tall trees and bushes were all clinging to the ground, as if worshiping the infinite power of nature.

He heard the conversation between Oliver and Arthur behind him. Oliver said: "My arrogance and arrogance led to all this. I have done it all myself..."

"After I took over my parents' group, I thought I was very talented in business. I didn't listen to anyone's advice and accepted many orders beyond our capabilities..."...

"My willfulness led to the poor management of the group, and layoffs and salary cuts began, but I still lived a life of debauchery and took a cruise ship out to sea for fishing..."

"Then I was pushed off the boat by an employee who had been resentful for a long time..."

Oliver's voice seemed very far away because of his weakness, like a faint sigh coming from the depths of a cave. He said:

"If I have to live here in pain, I would rather drown in the sea..."

Schiller looked back and saw Oliver's expression. He knew that Oliver's will to survive was not very strong, which was completely different from when he treated the shotgun wound himself.

At that time, perhaps because of the pain, he had no time to think about other things. There was only one thought in his mind, that is, to survive. Therefore, he could overcome the pain and bleeding, and struggled to treat the wound.

But once he relaxed and had nothing to do, he would start to have wild thoughts, thinking that this kind of pain made him feel suffocated, so it would be better to end this hopeless day as soon as possible.

Schiller walked up, squatted beside Oliver and said to him: "I have bad news to tell you. Before we came to this island, we met a group of drug dealers and damaged our boat."

"That means that now the two of us are also trapped here... You don't have to look at me like that. I can tell you that our superpowers are not strong enough to fly back to the United States from here."

"And as you can see, both of us are from big cities and have no experience in surviving in the wild. If you die now, we may also die here."

Oliver's eyes widened. After a long time, he sighed, moved slowly, and said: "This is really bad news."

"So, if you have rested enough, can you tell us how you survived here for the past three months?"

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