The river water of Koushui Gorge runs through many underground caves. After many rugged obstacles, it is only when it encounters a very wide and flat ground. The water flow slows down here, and the ice has to slow down. Especially those lucky large chunks of ice, which escaped the previous surging and retained the volume, had to strand on the beach and wait for the day of melting helplessly.

Luck is not common, so you must catch it when you encounter it. Dagon knew that he could not stay in the ice for a long time, so after standing up, he first pulled the hunting axe to the stranded ice and grabbed it as a support, so he dared to take it off. He knew very well that his physical condition was not good, and he usually felt that there was no problem, but now there may be problems at any time, so it is better to be cautious.

"Which side is the shore?" Dagon's vision was affected by the soaking of ice water, and he looked at things blurred. He raised his palm and rubbed it gently to make the temperature slightly higher, which was also to activate the numbing muscles. "Well, I saw the shore, it was dry, okay."

He was the hunting axe, which was a crutch, and he was leaning under the armpits, and the water flowed closer to the shore. The river flowed very slowly here, so it was not difficult to walk, but avoiding a lot of dangers. But before he could take two steps, he saw something on the side of the ice cube facing upstream.

"Bald leader?!" Dagon rubbed his eyes, unable to believe it. Bald leader actually survived with the same ice cube, but he could not see it before on the other side of the ice cube. The leader's face was blue and lying on the ice surface, and his fingers were clenched into the ice. The river kept pushing his back and butt, so he did not slide into the water.

Dagon immediately turned and came to the leader. "Wake up, can you still wake up?" He shook Barde. "You can still see signs of breathing, but you can't wake up. I..."

After looking at the shore, Dagon knew that he could not be reckless. His current physical condition was very difficult to protect himself, so it was impossible to carry Bald on his back and go to the shore - that would only lead to fall and the two of them being washed away by the water again.

"What should I do?" Dagon thought hard. The low temperature made his mind less clear than usual, but he would not become a fool. Barde was fully armed and fell into the river. His bag was lucky enough to be on his back. So Dagon took off his backpack, took out the rope tremblingly, tied it to Barde's shoulders and armpits, and then walked towards the shore with the other end of the rope.

The water surface was sinking. Dagon didn't quite understand the principle of buoyancy, so he felt that his body was getting heavier quickly. Fortunately, he didn't choose to bear Valde before. With the current situation, it was absolutely impossible for them to go ashore together.

After staggering through the last section of the road, Dagon had no time to stand. The greatest effort he could do was to sit slowly on the ground. His chest was undulating, his mouth was growing very big, and he still felt that he was not panting enough. He seemed to have Venus in his eyes, and his ears were tortured by itching and muffled sounds.

"Why are you still sweating?" Dagon had just crawled out of the ice river and almost froze to death. How could he sweat? He immediately became alert and knew that he had to take good care of himself at this time, otherwise he would not have the chance to take care of others.

Using his trembling hands to open the wet backpack, the things that Valder placed inside were messed up, but they were not thrown away. This was the miracle of the good habit of carefully tidying up before. Dagon found the peat and found that its tarp was broken and partially soaked, so it could not be used to make a fire. However, there was a small bottle of lamp oil inside the backpack, and perhaps there was still a chance to ignite it.

There were moss and lichens on the ground by the river, which were too wet to use. Dagon searched carefully and saw a few colorful and tenacious mushroom umbrellas. "I don't have time to find anything else." Dagon pulled off the mushrooms, broke the surface of the umbrella, revealing the structure full of wrinkles and cavity inside. Then he used the mushroom umbrella to dip the lamp oil to make it less viscous.

After passing the water, only flint and iron sheets can create Mars. Dagon was careful and took all his strength to ignite the kerosene mushrooms. This required both technology and luck. Dagon suffered too much today and was finally compensated for some good luck.

A cluster of Mars scattered on the mushroom fibers soaked in kerosene, and the flames suddenly rose. This flame is hope, and this flame is the blessing of Oligo. While chanting the prayers of thanking Oligo, Dagon dug a small fire pit with his hands and threw the burning mushroom fire in.

Add some kerosene to the pit, put in relatively dry moss and lichens, control its combustion, and then roll the peat into strips, support each other and build a pointed bracket. When the kerosene fire drys the peat, they can be ignited and become the fuel for the next stage. At this time, Dagon continues to search in Balder's backpack and find a piece of dry food wrapped in leather.

Although he had soaked in water, most of it became a sticky state, Dagon didn't care. He squeezed the puff into his mouth and then ate the rest. After taking this big mouthful, he found a skin pot below. After opening the plug, a rich and exciting aroma of wine floated out. Dagon had only drunk strong beer before, which was more like porridge than drinks. Now his body is cold, and it is time to take a big mouthful.

The strong wine burned his throat and a fire ignited inside his chest and abdomen. "It's so satisfying!" Dagon only felt that his eyes could be opened, his ears were hot, and his fingers and toes were restored to a lot of strength. The fire beside him was in good condition, so he put the wine pot, adjusted his breathing, and began to pull the rope with both hands.

Barde fell into the ice water with a thud, and then quickly sank. Dagon pulled hard. A bunch of bubbles rose from the bottom of the water, and they were quickly broken by the layers of ripples caused by the rope. Dagon used all his strength to drag Barde to the shore, and pressed his chest, and heard the dwarf leader choking and squirting out water.

The ice cubes that once carried the two of them also broke at this time, and more than a dozen irregular small ice cubes drifted downstream in groups. Dagon dragged Valde to the fire and patted him in the face, confirming that he was still alive, but was still in a coma.

"It probably hit the head," Dagon searched in Barde's backpack and saw nothing like drugs, so he could only rely on his own physical fitness.

The more he was in danger, the more he had to take good care of himself. Dagon looked at the peat, which could support the fire for about hours of continuous burning, so the next thing was much simpler. He inserted his hunting axe diagonally next to the fire, concentrated his mana to his fingertips, and activated the "hard" character of the hunting axe. In this way, the hunting axe was fixed, forming a sixty-degree angle with the ground, which was just enough to hang something.

He took off his clothes, and then he did the same thing to Barde, both of whom were spread out and hung on the hunting axe and baked next to the fire. Two naked dwarves, one lying and the other sitting, also used the bonfire to heat up their bodies.

"Turn over." Dagon adjusted the direction of Valde so that he would not be familiar with one side and still had ice on the other side. Except for the fire, Dagon carefully checked his injuries and then let out a long breath. His body was mainly covered with contusions and blunt bruises. One or two ribs might have broken, and some muscles were wounded by the right arm wrapped around the belt. At present, he could not use all his strength, and almost all the others were frostbite. There was no way, he had no choice but to wait for his body to recover.

After eating a meal in three times and roasting a piece of surviving frost snake meat, Dagon felt much better and at least warm. He put on the dry clothes. Although they had broken into piles of rag strips, as if they were mops around his waist, he felt like he was a new person.

Around the eyes, the cave is very primitive and obviously has not been developed. At one corner of the cave, there is a pile of conical gravel on the ground, which means that there has been a landslide here recently. The result of the landslide is that a hole is seven or eight meters away from the ground, about as wide as Dargon's butt, and there seems to be a tunnel behind it.

"There is no other choice. You can't go back into the water and try to go upstream or downstream, right?" Dagon shook his head and immediately abandoned this crazy idea. "The river is so scary, I'm so lucky to survive. When I fell, I seemed to hit something and then fell into the water. Now it seems that it was the bear lizard that saved my life."

"Um..." Barde moaned, then opened his eyes, turned over and lay on the ground and began to vomit. He vomited a lot of sour and smelly stomach juice, red, green and green, so that Dagon could only pinch his nose. After vomiting, he gradually woke up and raised his head and looked around.

"Hi, Mr. Valde." Dagon waved his hand and said, "How do you feel?"

"Are you still alive?" Barde frowned first, then rubbed his eyes. "Ah, I mean you are still alive, that's great. How did you survive?"

Barde's tone and problems made Dagon feel uncomfortable, but thinking about his awakening just now, his mind may not be clear, so he can forgive him. "I don't know how to survive, I can only be blessed by God Aoli."

It must be the reason for the enlightenment of the gods. Such people cannot stay. Barde bit his back teeth and began to think about new plans. He originally wanted to send the last student to death while using ropes to help Dagon cross the canyon, but he noticed that Dagon seemed to have to jump over with his own strength. So he made a temporary decision, let go of the student to distract Dagon from his attention, and then smashed it down with a bear lizard. He secretly untied the strap of the saddle before falling, and prepared to jump onto the metal pole at the last moment.

Valde overestimated his flexibility. It was not that Dagon could go up, he could go up, so he fell down. In fact, the bear lizard was still struggling on the stalactite for a while, but it was Valde who fell first.

Bald didn't know what happened after falling into the water, he only remembered that he was hit by something.

"Sir, have some drinks from your backpack, I'm too cold and drink a little first."

Wine? Barde was a little dazed. He remembered that he didn't bring wine! He squinted his eyes and focused hard. He saw the leather pot in Dagon's hand, and then shook his head vigorously. It was not wine at all, but flame-spraying potion. It was contained in his mouth in an emergency, and then activated and sprayed with mana to form a burning fire ball. This kind of spell potion cannot be drunk into the stomach, otherwise it will burn the stomach and intestines when encountering mana.

"Drink, I have magic power, it's no longer cold, thanks to your care." Barde sat cross-legged and smiled. "If you drink more, we need to adjust our body to the best state and then go on the road lightly. You are a scout, and you can run and jump, so you need more physical strength."

"Okay, then I'm not polite." Dagon picked up the skin pot and drank it all over. He burped comfortably, and a ball of flames of fingertips were produced in the smell of alcohol. It burned for a second and then quickly disappeared. Dagon's eyes met in the middle, looked at the flames, and said with a silly smile: "Oh, this is really interesting. What kind of wine is this? I have money to buy some for my father to taste it."
Chapter completed!