Chapter 423: Alva on the Sneak

It was a clear morning.

There were no dark clouds above, and the warm sunlight sprinkled on the bushes. The tender buds with dew were dazzlingly green.

A spirit deer came over and was about to nibble on two tender leaves, but the bushes moved on their own.

The frightened spirit deer screamed and ran away.

The "bush" walked forward in small steps.

To be precise, this was a person disguised as a bush.

"Since falling from a high altitude didn't kill me, I can't just give up my second life here." Alva encouraged himself and slowly moved forward under the cover of the bush hanging on his body.

His goal was the wreckage of the airship.

There were a lot of extremely useful supplies left in the cabin, including charcoal for heating, dry food, medicine, ropes, canvas, etc.

At the moment, the most important thing was medicine.

A whole day had passed since the airship was shot down. The professor was seriously injured, probably because of infection or catching a cold. He was now running a fever and in a coma.

If he couldn't find medicine to bring back, the professor might not be able to survive until the arrival of support at his age.

Pushing his cracked glasses, Alva continued to move forward.

He was very cautious, always maintaining a pace of walking a few steps, pretending to squat in the bushes for a while, observing the surrounding situation, and then walking a few steps.

This was taught to him by the predecessors of the Scribes.

How can the unarmed Scribes survive in the wild where dangers are lurking everywhere?

Two ways.

One is to run. As long as you run fast enough, so fast that the monsters can't catch up with you, then you are safe.

Gordon also said something similar to him, so he practiced long-distance running for several years in a row.

Unfortunately, this method is not applicable now. He can run by himself and carry the professor on his back, but with the professor's current physical condition, he can't withstand the bumps.

Another way is to hide.

As long as the monsters can't find you, you are safe.

So he turned into a bush.

He seems to be more talented in this matter?

From childhood to adulthood, he has always been the kind of person with a low sense of existence. When he was a child, he stayed at home and read books all day, but his parents thought he was lost and searched everywhere.

In fact, he was sitting in the study

A little bird flew over and landed on his head, lowering its head and combing its feathers with its beak.

Alva moved helplessly, and the frightened bird flew away in a hurry.

"Is my sense of existence really so low?" Alva muttered.

He pushed aside the branches that blocked his view and looked forward. There were still a few dozen meters away from the area where the wreckage of the airship was scattered.

"Don't be impatient, take your time, take your time."

Stopping the urge to throw away the bushes and run directly over, Alva continued to squat and slowly moved forward.

There were many things scattered on the ground around him, such as what was in front of him now, which was a large piece of food. The oil paper packaging had been broken long ago, and the food inside was damp and covered with a lot of dirt.

But Alva didn't dislike it.

The "walking bush" stayed on it for a while, and when the bush left.

The food disappeared.

"Well, it's a little bit, but it's not spoiled." Alva muttered while holding the food.

It's a pity that he is not a hunter and does not have the ability to "turn animals into barbecue", otherwise the spirit deer just now should be more delicious.

Finally, he came to the wreckage of the airship.

After carefully confirming that there was no threat around, including in the sky, he climbed out of the bushes and crouched into the half-empty cabin.

"Huh - time is running out."

Alva panted lightly and quickly searched through the mixed debris.

Magnifying glass? It can be used for lighting, bring it with you.

A knife for cutting paper? Maybe it can be used, bring it with you.

This is a bottle of medicine that can reduce fever! Found it!

Alva cheered softly, he was sure that the mess in front of him was not a pile of garbage, but a pile of treasures!

Continue to search.

Is this food? !

In the dark, narrow, and even upside-down broken cabin, Alva twisted his body excitedly.

Food! This is the most important material after medicine!

There is no shortage of water in the Lingfeng Mountains. With these foods, he and the professor can last for a long time.

Maybe they can really wait until the support arrives!

Alva took a deep breath and calmed down.

He pulled a piece of canvas and packed up the seven or eight food he had just found, some sundries, and the most important medicine.

Just as he was about to walk out of the cabin, a gust of wind came into his ears.

The sunlight that penetrated the cabin through the gap was also blocked, and it seemed that some giant creature was hovering above the wreckage of the airship.

Alva froze.

He carefully crouched down, held his breath, and tried his best to reduce his presence.

After more than half a minute, the creature hovering outside seemed to leave.

Alva did not dare to relax his vigilance. He waited for several minutes before he tiptoed to the edge of the cabin and looked out through the broken hull. There was nothing around.

It seemed that he had indeed left.

Alva rubbed his face. It seemed that he could not come to the wreckage of the airship again. He had to go back as soon as possible and take the professor away from this area to find a safer place.

Alva, carrying a large amount of supplies, turned into a bush again and returned to the hiding place with the professor cautiously.

This was a large tree hole three or four meters above the ground.

Although it is inconvenient to go up and down, it can effectively prevent the professor from being taken away by some small monsters when he goes out to find supplies.

He returned to the narrow tree hole quietly and hid the hole with branches.

After a lot of effort, Alva hugged his knees and waited quietly after feeding the professor the medicine.

When he was drowsy and about to fall asleep, the professor finally woke up from his coma.

"Alva"

Hearing someone calling his name, Alva was confused for a moment, and then said in surprise: "Professor! You finally woke up! Are you okay?"

The professor first took a breath slowly, and then slowly checked his injuries bit by bit.

"My left leg is broken and two ribs are broken. Fortunately, I won't die for the time being." The antipyretic medicine worked very well. Although the professor was still weak, his eyes had regained clarity.

"What's the situation now?"

"It's been a whole day since the crash, and this tree hole is less than one kilometer away from the crash site."

"These are not the key points, ahem." The professor interrupted him, "Where is the information, has it been sent out?"

"Sent!"

Alva nodded vigorously, "We are very lucky. Not only did we survive the soft landing, but even one of the peregrine falcons is still alive.

I sent out what you wrote and the coordinates of the crash site with the peregrine falcon.

With the speed of the peregrine falcon, if everything goes well, it will reach East Doruma tomorrow. I don't know when the rescue will arrive.

There should be rescue, right?"

"There should be rescue, but it is estimated that it will not be a special rescue."

The professor did not say some meaningless nice words to comfort him, "The information we sent is not enough for the guild to make the next decision. The most likely possibility is that the guild will send a high-level hunter to approach and scout from the ground.

By the way, they will also search and rescue us. I suggest you don't have too much expectation."