It was a very dark time, and Neverwinter was littered with corpses, and suddenly it became a hell on earth, and pedestrians walked down the streets and suddenly fell to their deaths, and some stayed at home and died alone, and no one knew about the smell of corpses; Large numbers of corpses were transported outside the city every hour of the day; Wild dogs roam the streets of the city, but there is no sign of people......

The frightened people rushed to the church, to the gods of their faith, only to find that the tall idol had withdrawn its hands......

As the memory became clearer and clearer, Ron's heart became more and more solemn, and he was pulling Avrila towards the back, when a young girl dressed in a white robe and a priest suddenly came out of the team.

"Hello, my name is Sarina, I'm from the town of Modano, and I'm the priest of the town of Morero!" The girl raised her head and greeted elegantly, she was about ten years old, her face was quite pale and slightly tired.

"Our hometown was attacked......

Avrilan and Ron looked at each other.

Ron nodded, "I'm Ron, this is my companion Avrillan, and you're on your way to Winterfell right now?" ”

"Yes, the mob attacked our village and destroyed our town, now we have to go to Neverwinter for help, we passed through the town of Orlando, did you come out of there?" Sarina said slowly.

As if afraid that she would be attacked, two more guard-like men in the team stepped out, protecting Sarina on both sides, looking at Ron and the two vigilantly, one of whom still whispered in Sarena's ear: "Miss Reverend, that person, dead!" ”

Sarina's face changed slightly, and she hurriedly turned her head quickly, only to see that under the drag of three or four men, there was a thin man's corpse, the corpse still had scars, it was estimated that he had just died, his eyes were still wide, and he was looking at the sky innocently.

"Poor Alan!" With sadness in her eyes, Sarina reached out and gently closed the corpse's eyes with a look of dejection.

Looking at it this way, there are still many people with scars in the team, and many of them are dying and in danger of dying at any time.

For a moment, the refugees suddenly fell silent, and no one spoke.

"We're going to go a little faster, Miss Sarina, we've run out of food and medicine!" The guard dressed as a militiaman bowed his head and whispered in the voice of Miss Priest, and after speaking, he raised his head slightly and glanced at Ron and the two vigilantly: "You are ......"

Ron said calmly, "We're from Orlando Town and we're on our way to Winterfell, so we can go together if necessary!" ”

"I'm afraid we don't have any extra food!" The militia guards frowned.

Sarina shook her head and said: "Let them come along, one more person and one more strength, this road is not smooth, let's go together, there is no more Orlando Town!" As she spoke, she looked up and glanced at Avrilán intentionally or not, then turned back.

She is the only priest in the refugee ranks, and she is supposed to be able to heal, and many refugees are very respectful of her.

Since she said so, several militia guards did not say anything, carried the body into the forest and buried it, and then continued on the road.

Seeing that they were ignoring him, Ron turned to Avrilla and said, "Let's follow them!" ”

Avrilan nodded: "Good! ”

As he spoke, he picked up something and followed him inside.

There was no doubt that following the army was the best choice, and it would take two days to get to Neverwinter now, and no one knew what would happen in those two days, and it would be no good for the two of them to be alone.

There were about a hundred refugees, most of them weary and faltering, having experienced the destruction of Orlando, and Avrilan could understand their feelings.

The two quickly inserted into the crowd without causing any commotion, and although a few refugees raised their heads to look at them, they did not stop or be surprised, and along the way, they encountered many such scenes, and among them there were many members of other towns.

Ron checked the equipment on his body, found nothing unusual, and looked back at Avrilan and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What's wrong?" Avrilan was a little flustered when she saw him staring at herself without blinking.

"Nothing, dress up your face!" Ron picked up some dirt from the ground, "You're so pretty, unlike everyone else!" ”

"Ahh A hint of crimson quickly appeared on Averlan's face, but she understood what Ron was talking about, and felt the mud scratch her face a few times, and she made a special mess of her hair and clothes.

"That's okay, right?" When she was ready, she looked up at him.

Ron looked up and found that the girl's clothes were in tatters, stained with filth and muddy water, although she could still completely cover her body, but she looked embarrassed, and her purple hair was also loose, looking like a beggar on the side of the road, almost the same as the refugees around her.

Of course, even this inconspicuous outfit could hardly hide the girl's natural beauty, she had a very delicate face, her eyes were bright, and she was as agile as an elf.

"That's it, that's good!" Ron also wiped some dirt on his face, and made his own face dirty.

"Do we have to follow them? That's right, Ron! You just went out and didn't get hurt, right? Avrilan continued, in fact she had wanted to ask just now.

"It's better to go with them!" Ron smiled slightly: "I'm not hurt, come, give me my hand!" ”

Avrilan was stunned: "What! ”

Ron smiled and grabbed her hand and shoved a round thing into her hand: "I just grabbed it, I haven't had time to eat it, try the taste, well, it's better not to let others see it, otherwise it's going to be troublesome!" ”

Avrilla raised her hand, only to see that what appeared in her hand was a red apple, and she didn't know where Ron got it, it was very clean, her delicate body shook slightly, and her eyes looked at this boy who was not much older than herself without blinking, he was still very relaxed, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Eat it quickly, it's not good to be seen by others!" Ron said as he walked.

Avrilan was silent for a long time and didn't speak, only feeling that her eyes were a little sour, and her heart suddenly didn't feel good.

After a long while, she reached out and stroked her hair, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Ron, we're half of us!" ”

"No, I just ate it!" Ron turned around and waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and eat, we have to conserve our strength, something else may happen later!" ”

"Ron!" Avriland paused, tilted her head and looked at him very seriously, calling out his name.

"Huh?" Ron turned his head.

"Half of us!" Avrilla repeated it very seriously, as if she was a little angry.

Ron suddenly laughed when he heard this, patted the dust on her shoulder, and said slowly, "Avillan, you should listen to me!" ”

"I won't listen to you! You make me a fool! Avrilan raised her lips and stared at him, "What did you just go to do?" You haven't even told me now! Ron, we're companions, aren't we? There are just two of us left in Orlando Town! ”

Ron choked and was silent for a while, then laughed, "Okay, I can't talk about you, we're one and a half!" ”

"Hehe, that's good!" Avrilan quickly squinted her eyes and laughed, took out the dagger and cut the apple in half, and whispered in Lorraine's ear: "Ron, that Miss Priest is a good person, she should know a lot of magic skills, and she has saved a lot of people, and people are very grateful to her!" ”

As she spoke, she looked envious, she was also a priest, and because she was still young, she had not yet come to remember to master the skills.