Dada! Dada! Dada!

The horses' hooves trampled the grass and made a hurried sound.

It was like the mood of the tall mercenary lying on horseback at the moment, desperate and helpless.

Since leaving the hill outside Kaba's village, the tall mercenary has always felt an inexplicable aura behind him firmly locking him.

Halfway through, he realizes that the hidden monster is trying to find out if there is anyone else behind it through his escape. Even if you think about it carefully, the reason why the bloody killing of the hills spared him was not because of this factor.

The cold autumn breeze swept across his face, and the tall mercenary's body clung to the saddle, the color of struggle flickering.

The perilous situation he faced required him to make his own choices.

Is it the route that leaves the caravan now, with the guy behind the side? Or flee back to the caravan in the hope of resisting the stone-blind barbarians with the strength of the caravan?

The tall mercenary only hesitated for a moment before he was sure of his choice.

Flee back to the caravan.

He was the only one alive, and if he didn't return to the caravan to report the situation, with the abyssal monster's sense of smell of the living, sooner or later he would find traces of the caravan and wipe out all the unprepared.

And his return may bring the only remaining glimmer of hope.

The autumn wind is gusting, and the horse's hooves are urgent.

The tall mercenary flicked his leather whip and whipped the buttocks of the war horse under his crotch, splashing a little blood, and he wanted to rush back to the caravan as soon as possible to buy time.

Half an hour later, through the hilly jungle, he saw the caravan ready to go.

The flames in the camp were extinguished, and a few green smoke rose.

A large number of mules and horses carried heavy loads, and the coachman sat in front of the cart, pulling the reins, and mercenaries patrolled on either side.

The caravan hasn't left until now, it should be waiting for news from him.

"Array! Array! ”

In the distance, the tall mercenary roared angrily, alerting the caravan.

Fortunately, his men and friends believed his words and quickly ordered everyone to unload supplies, adjust the formation of the convoy, and assume a defensive posture.

Poof!

The galloping horse fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, his limbs twitching, and the tall mercenary fell to the ground, but he quickly stood up with his extraordinary physical fitness.

"Old men, women and children, gathered in the center of the formation, and all the adults stood in front of the formation with weapons in hand." The tall mercenary gave the order, and his tone was hurried.

As the caravan carried out the order, the tall mercenary took a heavy breath and looked at the caravan steward waiting for an explanation in front of him.

"We're sorry, but we have a very small event, and there is an abyssal rift nearby."

"Please start supporting now, or we will ........."

The hope of the tall mercenary did not refer to all the strength of the caravan, because he was well aware of the horror of the monsters of the abyss, so he placed his hope on the Valoran Lord, the patrolling legionnaire.

"Meig, are you sure of the source?" The caravan's steward's face changed suddenly, and he said in a low tone.

As a traveling caravan steward, he has been a merchant for decades, and he is well aware of the dangers that the abyssal rifts can bring.

This is a catastrophe that can be called a catastrophe, and no one wants to encounter it.

"I'm pretty sure it's news that the lives of many brothers have been sacrificed." Meige nodded, her face sad.

The slaughter in front of the hill was vivid, but he could not do anything to escape from the bloody purgatory.

Syllable!

Hearing this, the caravan steward decisively took out a crystal clear glass tube from his arms, and after shaking it lightly a few times, it ignited red ripples.

He immediately pulled the cork, and the surging ripples turned into flames and rose into the sky.

In a flash.

Bright white fireworks bloom in the sky overhead, bright red and dazzling, eye-catching.

Hex fireworks, Valoran leads the distress flare to the caravan.

In order to protect the development of trade and the flow of goods in the territory, Mordrian equipped each caravan active in the territory with a Hex firework to provide a certain amount of military support.

Of course, military support is not free, and requires the caravan to pay a certain amount of gold shields.

However, compared to his own life, this golden shield is certainly nothing to the caravan. As long as you hold on, you can wait for any of the legionnaires patrolling Valoran's territory.

After the sound of fireworks, it was probably a cup of tea.

On the hills and hills in front of the caravan, strong gray-white figures appeared, and a faint breath of blood blew over the camp along the autumn wind.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The number of stone-blind barbarians who followed Meige was small, about fourteen or fifteen.

As they ran, dust splashed up to cover their tall bodies, and gusts of fishy wind spread over their faces, disturbing the peaceful atmosphere.

Suddenly, an inexplicable panic filled the caravan.

Behind the wooden carriage full of goods, many ordinary people trembled and showed a look of fear, and occasionally someone could not hold their weapons and fell to the ground, pitiful and helpless.

The stout middle-aged mercenary took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and after looking around at the people behind him, he said in a deep voice: "Meige, this is not a way, if we don't wait for those monsters to rush into battle, our formation will collapse." ”

"I know, but you can't expect ordinary people to fight against abyssal monsters." Meige had already noticed the situation of the caravan, not to mention those ordinary people, even the mercenaries who traveled from south to north could not suppress their emotions.

This is not an exaggeration, but a real reaction.

The abyss monsters that exist in stories and rumors appear in front of them so unprepared, far from being something that ordinary people can simply resist.

The abyssal monsters used the cruel killing of countless red fruit fruits to create a synonym for terror.

"Stone Blind Barbarian!"

Meige muttered to herself, recalling some of the information about these evil monsters in her mind.

These stone-blind barbarians, who look like humans on the outside, are evil monsters active in the twenty-seventh layer of the Abyss: the Dark Abyss.

Their strong bodies, which are about a foot tall, give them strong hunting abilities, and their rough skin is pale and firm, which can resist certain physical damage.

They can't see because of their dark day, but their sense of smell and hearing is acute, and they can hear footsteps and whispers on distant stone paths.

They can communicate with each other at a sound level low that no other humanoid can hear.

The smell of sweat and flesh evokes hunger, prompting them to track down the source like bloodhounds and then set off bloody killings.

As the humble disciples of the Mind Flayer, the Stone Blind Barbarians were once ordinary humans, but in an incomparably vast war, the Mind Flayer was defeated and began to flee.

And these remnants of the faithful followed the Mind Flayer and fled to the twenty-seventh abyss: the Dark Abyss.

In later years, generations of lightless life forced believers to learn to rely on other senses for survival.

Over time, their eyes and eyelids gradually wither and close, leaving only skin covering the empty eye sockets.

Very sad fate.

Due to the worship of ancestors and the following of the Mind Flayer, this group of ordinary humans lurked in the bottomless abyss, and gradually transformed into the current form, blind and burly man-eating monsters.

"Damn it, cheer me up and hold on to my weapon."

Unexpectedly, the seemingly calm steward of the caravan climbed to the top, his face slightly reddened, and his long sword was raised above his head, letting out a deafening roar.

"We can't escape, it's an abyssal monster, we have to fight with all our might."

"Look behind you, it's your parents, your wife, and your daughter. For their sake, and for yourselves, we must hold out until the arrival of Valoran's legions. ”

"Raise your sword and stick to your formation!"

Perhaps it was the words of the caravan steward that resonated, and many people looked back at the old men and women who had gathered in the middle of the carriage and shivered.

Then, inexplicable hot blood burned in the body, dispelling a little bit of fear.

In the noise, they barely supported their bodies, leaning on the carriage and the guards, looking at the stone-blind barbarians who were about to rush to the front, and clenched their weapons tightly.

......

......

Ranvasur Castle.

Autumn clouds are faint, and a cold morning breeze blows over the castle.

The castle, which once belonged to the Geoffrey family, has long since been renovated and is imbued with the architecture of the Kingdom of Demacia.

The towering silver-gray city walls, guarded by guarded towers every ten meters, and occasionally the Demacian dragon bird knights in the sky will haunt the clouds.

At the top of the watchtower, Poppy carries the hammer of Oren, overlooking the tranquil castle of Lanvasur, and is crowded with Demacian soldiers in sharp armor.

Unlike the city of Irwindale, the castle of Ranvasur was a military stronghold, with a large number of Demacian soldiers stationed in defense of the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa.

Inside the castle, [Noxtola] was built, which connected the military bases such as the fortress of Lakstak, Limotamlu, the city of Edalas, and the Gate of Sorrows, forming a close connection.

Click! Click! Click!

The sound of hurried footsteps caught Bobby's attention, and when he turned his head to see Fiona, fully armed, in front of him, the Dreadnought Vanguard Legionnaire behind her.

"What happened?" Poppy stood up and asked softly.

"The soldiers on patrol last night have lost their news, and I have arranged for the Demacia Dragonbird to check along the way." Fiona paused slightly, her expression extremely solemn.

"I just received a call for help, and an unknown monster has attacked the villages in the territory, and many villages have been slaughtered, and some towns have been attacked......."

Syllable!

Before the words fell, there were bright fireworks blooming not far away, red and dazzling.

"It's a post." Poppy looked up at the red flames that filled the sky and said in a deep voice.

Many of the outposts planted in the vicinity of Ranvasur Castle are now under attack, and the castle is calling for support.

Fiona walked up to Poppy, put her right hand on her waist, gently clenched her long sword, and said in a condensed voice, "Inform your lord, that the castle of Lanvasur is under an unknown threat. ”

"Yes." The dreadnought vanguard legionnaires behind him heard the sound and immediately left.

"Are you going or am I going?" Fiona looked down at Poppy and opened her mouth to discuss. "Looking at the current situation, this could be a turmoil that has swept the Valoran Territory, and Ranvasur Castle is not avoidable."

It's a very abrupt situation.

In just one night, the area controlled by the castle was threatened, and even approached a nearby outpost.

Poppy lowered his head in contemplation, his double ponytail swaying slightly: "I'll go, you are in charge of guarding the castle, and the attack outside will be handed over to me." ”

"Also, inform Quinn that we need support from the Dragonbird Knight of Demacia."

With that, Poppy jumped down from the city wall with Oren's hammer on his back, and Demacia's elite cavalry was already waiting below.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the figures of Bobby and Demacia's elite cavalry disappeared into the sky like silver dragons.

Fiona stood quietly on the ramparts, her crimson hair fluttering gently, and her deep eyes showed no panic. She smelled a throbbing, and the smell of blood.

Yesterday evening, the warning of the fortress of Lakstak had just arrived, and before they could begin to promulgate it, there was a change in the dawn of today.

"Intentionally, or unintentionally?"