Misha originally lived in the city of Hecavito, near the mountains of Angola.

After the orc invasion, Hekavito was breached in just one day, and her parents had to flee with her, who was only nine years old.

On the way, her mother died from the orc's poisoned spear, and her father was separated from her in the midst of the refugee influx. In the end, the little girl could only follow the other refugees on a long journey, and reluctantly escaped to Lovenia, a border city that still helped refugees to a certain extent.

Half a broken bowl and a tattered garment were already the property of the little girl, whose face was dusted like the bottom of a pot.

"Don't push, line up, there's everyone!"

With his sword on the hilt of his hand, the city guards in the leather armor of the Lovenian standard shouted the same words as usual at the relief booth.

If it weren't for the deterrence of this kind of armed force, I am afraid that the boxes of black bread in the relief stalls would have been snatched up by the refugees at once. In fact, there were some daring refugees who tried to form gangs, kill guards, steal food, and even loot Lovenia.

It's just that less than ten minutes after their action began, they were completely defeated by the witch knight in the city, and several leaders were also beheaded and hung by the city gate to dry into bacon, warning others not to fight this idea.

As a result, some of the restless refugees had no choice but to target the weaker refugees.

After Misha received her own black bread, several people immediately surrounded her and snatched most of the bread, leaving her less than a fifth of the black bread...... Or black bread crumbs.

Even if it's rebellion. At worst, it will only lead to punches and kicks. In the past few days, the little girl with scars on her face has learned this deeply.

So she could only shrink pitifully into the corner, and silently swallow the small piece of dry and tasteless black bread with the river water in the broken bowl.

When will this life end?

The girl timidly looked at everything in front of her through her bangs, which had been left unattended for a long time and somewhat messy.

Confusion, irritability, anxiety, panic...... Uncomfortable negativity pervades the camps.

As long as the war is not over and the cities that belong to humanity are not recovered, all this will continue.

After drinking the last sip of water, the little girl carefully put the half of the broken bowl into her clothes like a treasure.

At this time, a mutation occurred.

A short distance to the east, the camp suddenly erupted. The refugees in that direction suddenly began to scatter in all directions, a situation that was no stranger to all refugees - when the orcs broke into their homes. That's how they ran away.

This time, however, it wasn't an orc.

The eastern half of the camp collapsed into the ground. It leaves behind a bottomless black hole.

Then, a hill-like thing appeared in front of the panicked people.

Iwabu Behemoth.

It was like someone sprinkled a handful of salt on the wound, and the refugees' already unstable emotions were ignited at once.

They screamed and cried. Running away. The whole camp was in disarray. Even the guards who were going to go to support were torn apart by the flow of people before they even put out their formation.

Even if it appears in the sky right away. The majestic witch knight who had been fighting the rebels against the refugees before, the flames at this time were also weak against the giant beast.

"Ahh

Misha reacted a step slower, and as soon as she stood up, she was directly knocked to the ground. The broken bowl she regarded as a treasure slipped from her clothes. Shattered to pieces in the girl's panicked eyes.

There was a hot pain from the abrasion on her knee, which made the girl's tears run straight away.

But the long escape made her realize that crying would not solve anything.

"Little, whew, it doesn't hurt at all......"

She sniffled and struggled to her feet.

However, by the time she looked up, a huge monster made of rocks had already arrived in front of her.

The huge deterrent power comparable to Long Wei made the little girl's whole body tremble and she couldn't move.

"Uh......h Dad, Mommy ......"

Seeing that the little girl was about to be crushed into minced meat by the giant beast, a ray the thickness of a water tank suddenly pierced through the thick clouds and fell from the sky, like a hammer on the head, blasting the giant beast to the ground fiercely, setting off a puff of smoke and dust in the sky!

Then, in the eyes of all the refugees and the troops defending the city of Lovenia, a ray of hope appeared.

A large, surprisingly large five-masted galleon sailed out of the clouds, pulling out a long cloud of airplanes in a slightly gloomy sky.

The muzzle of the magic cannon directly in front of it still had a crimson glow from mana overload.

On the corner of the magic ship, there stood a blue-haired girl wearing a black coat and pleated skirt, and a cloak that was flying in the wind, holding a metal wand in her hand, and her indifferent and expressionless poker face with bright yellow eyes, giving people a sense of coldness that was high above and did not eat the fireworks of the world.

On either side of her stood three people, a total of seven people forming a V-shape.

On her right hand, there was a young man wearing a white mage robe, a Scottish hat on his head, and a force field sword in his hand that was like a huge lightsaber swallowing translucent pale golden light; A blonde boy wearing a blue artisan-like costume with a pair of crystal glasses on his face and a kind smile; and a young man in a purple mage robe, slightly fat, and a wooden long stick under his arm, which I don't know if it was a civilization stick or a magic wand.

On her left, there is a red-haired girl wearing a green mage robe and a small red vest on the outside; A girl also wearing a green mage robe, wearing a bracelet that was shining mysteriously, and carrying a long wooden staff; and a young man wearing a silver half-body rune armor and holding a beheading sword in his hand, and the sword body still flashed with a little magical light.

The ship sped toward the ground, the clouds severing around them, and the atmosphere made a high-pitched and piercing sound from the vibrations.

Even so, from beginning to end, their tall and heroic figures did not tremble too much!

The magical ship from Lovenia came to a halt just before it crashed, floating slightly in the air, confronting the giant monster that had risen again.

No, it's not so much the magic ship confronting Iwayu Behemoth, but the seven people in the bow confronting the monster that is beyond normal sense!

In the moment of crisis, these seven people have unwittingly been branded as saviors in the minds of all refugees.

And this extremely handsome scene was deeply reflected in Mi Xiaosha's young mind, leaving a thought in her heart that even time could not erase.

I want to be like them! (To be continued......)

PS: I would have liked to add 'we failed to penetrate the enemy's armor!'" But thinking about it seems to ruin the atmosphere, so I can only give up with tears......