The difficulty coefficient of vigil itself is not high.

Although there are many nocturnal creatures in the rainforest, most of these nocturnalists are afraid of the flames. When the caravan was resting, they had specially cleared a space and lit a bonfire, so few animals were willing to get close.

But after all, I have been walking in the dense rainforest for a day. I can't rest at this time. I still have to look at the surrounding ghostly rainforest at the guard point... It's a bit scary.

Most other night watchmen were in groups of three or three, while vigiling, chatting in a low voice to boost their spirits and relieve boredom. However, Ezrel obviously couldn't talk to them, so Xiaohuangmao simply held a torch and took advantage of this opportunity to wander around.

After reminding him, the leader of the vigil group did not continue to care about him and was willing to wander around, so let him go. As long as he carried a whistle and wandered around, he would be considered a patrol - even such advice was redundant. The wet rainforest could not be ignited by a torch.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ezreal finally had free time and could carefully observe the details of this rainforest.

Although Ezeril had visited other rainforests before, compared with the Kumangu jungle, other rainforests are really too pediatric - the so-called Kumangu, in the ancient Shurima dialect, refers to "green ocean". After entering the rainforest, Ezeril fully understood the meaning.

Not to mention the continuous and lush tall trees that cover the sky like green waves rolling, there is no need to talk about the thousand-year silence represented by the heavy humus under your feet. Being in the rainforest, Izrel just needs to take a deep breath, as if he was immersed in the ocean, even his lungs seemed to be wet.

An indescribable experience.

The wet yellow hair flickered under the torch, and Ezreal left the army and began to look for details worth recording in those hidden corners.

This time I searched, it was midnight.

The night watchman in the second half of the night woke up soon, and Ezreal finally added a few more strokes to his diary, put out the torch and got into his sleeping bag.

The little yellow hair is also exhausted.

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When I woke up the next morning, Ezreal felt his body was sticky.

The sleeping bag was already a little wet - he got out of the sleeping bag and picked it up, and soon poured out a small pool of water.

"It's awful." Tickling the listless little yellow-haired on his head, Ezrel looked at the sleeping bag in his hand helplessly, "Sleeping in such a place... I'm afraid you will have a rash, right?"

It was not only Ezreal who realized the problem.

The rest of the caravan were also quite helpless when facing the wet sleeping bags.

Otherwise... don't sleep bags in the future?

Anyway, the weather in the rainforest is not cold. At worst, you can find a little wide leaves and sleep on the ground?

As for rheumatism and other things - make more money and go to Hex joints in the future!

Under the urging of the manager, everyone in the team quickly woke up. They hurriedly squeezed out the moisture in the sleeping bag, quickly lightened the number of people, and embarked on the journey again.

No one wasted time because everyone knew that the further you walked every day, the shorter the time you would be on this journey and the less suffering you would suffer.

In this way, the next day's journey began.

Ezrel carefully confirmed the safety of his diary, then carried his backpack and hurried into the team.

The weather in the rainforest in the morning was pretty good. Although the air was still terrible, it was at least not stuffy before the rain at noon.

In addition, everyone had just entered the rainforest and had good physical strength. In the morning, according to Ezrel's estimate, he advanced at least ten miles.

Considering that this is a rainforest... the speed is actually very amazing.

However, when the sun came to the middle of the sky and the hot sunlight finally barely penetrated some branches and leaves and barely shone a shadow, heavy rain came.

The daily life of the rainforest.

The caravans were no longer surprised. When the rain began to drip, the team simply stopped moving forward and started to rest on the spot - moving forward in the rain is not a wonderful thing.

Most of the others hid under the temporary awning, and some people simply took off their shirts to "dress" themselves. Only Ezrel stared at a tree not far away from him incompatible with everyone.

To be precise, it is a big spider that uses the trunk as the fulcrum to repair its own web.

"What are you looking at, boy?" After cursing about the bad weather, the manager turned around and saw Ezreal who seemed to be in a daze. "Wow, this spider is so big."

Just as he was about to chat with the little yellow-haired man, Ezreal suddenly realized—"Ah, I thought of it!"

"What did you think of?"

The manager was confused. He originally wanted to have a relationship with this young man. I could see if he could keep him at night a few more times. Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly looked like a sudden light of inspiration...

"I thought about how to avoid sleeping in a wet sleeping bag." Ezerel smiled on his face, "We might have to learn a smart spider--"

Smart spider?

Looking at the big spider repairing the spider web in the rain, the manager looked confused.

However, in the evening, he understood the meaning of the little yellow-haired man. After spending all afternoon, Ezreal did not continue to observe the surroundings, but weaved a rope.

In the evening, the knotted rope in the little yellow-haired hand had woven into a rough shape, as if it was a small net bag.

When the team stopped and started to station on the spot, Ezreal found two trees and tied the ends of his net bag to the tree.

A simple hammock is done just like that.

Although this thing is a bit furious when lying on it, at least it is better to ventilate up and down than an airtight water bag, and it is also much better than lying on the ground and sleeping on the big leaves!

"Good boy!" Looking at the little yellow-haired lying comfortably on the hammock, the manager was a little envious, "You really are!"

"Everyone can try it." Ezrel lay happily on the hammock and laid his backpack under his head. "It's much better than a sleeping bag!"

Seeing this, everyone started to take action - unfortunately, the knitting skills are not something everyone knows, and it is getting late, at least until today, except Ezreal, no one else can sleep in a hammock.

Looking at the shaking little yellow-haired hair, everyone felt that the sleeping bag in their hands was even worse.

"I will make one tomorrow too!"

With similar thoughts, people who didn't need to watch each other gritted their teeth and got into their sleeping bags.
Chapter completed!