The flames were so fierce that before the militia captain could react, the wall of fire, several meters high, had already pounced, and it collapsed like a giant dragon breaking free from its cage.

In front of it, the flesh and blood of human beings seemed extraordinarily small.

Under the nervous gaze of everyone, the blazing oil came into contact with the fire-extinguishing stone powder.

In an instant, the air was filled with beeping sounds, and the stone dust seemed to have a strong conflict with the flames, and a large amount of smoke rose.

No, it's not smoke, it's supposed to be a lot of steam molecules, and I don't know what substance is contained in this stone powder, but it can volatilize a large amount of water vapor at the moment of contact with the flame.

The militia captain felt the unbearable temperature in front of him drop suddenly.

The steam condensed into an invisible barrier in the air, rapidly cooling the burning oil, and under the action of the stone powder, the fire actually slowly subsided.

"Whew...... Doesn't seem to be a problem. The militia captain breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as we can organize it to continue to spread downward, our mission is accomplished." ”

"It's a pretty close escape. ”

"I heard that the River Styx has erupted again. ”

"Did these pitch-black liquids come from hell? No wonder they were accompanied by flames......

The companions beside him relaxed, and it seemed that the stone powder made in the alchemy workshop was quite effective, at least temporarily blocking the fire.

However, with the mountain wind, some sporadic sparks rolled down from the mountain and drifted in the direction of the warehouse behind him, and the militia captain immediately ordered the team members to notify the warehouse administrator to prevent the warehouse from catching fire again.

As for what was in front of him, the militia captain watched as the flames gradually extinguished under the effect of the stone dust in the area in front of him, revealing the black liquid below that had not yet burned out.

Sticky, pitch black, and has a strong, pungent smell.

In appearance, it does resemble the rumored Styx water.

The militia captain reached in with his cane, stained it a little on the top, and put it in front of his eyes.

The cane did not appear to be corroded.

It seems that the rumors are not necessarily true.

"It seems that the legend that Styx can corrupt the items it contaminates is false. The militia captain shrugged his shoulders, "It can't even handle a single piece of wood." ”

"But it must have been the cause of the fire, right?" said one of the team members nervously.

"Don't you think, this ...... Styx, a bit like some kind of grease?" The soldier standing next to the captain scratched his head and said, "Maybe I'm wrong, but I always feel that its qualities are a bit similar to lard, flammable or something......"

"I don't know what it is," the militia captain frowned, looking at the black liquid on top of his cane, and said after a long time, "but every time this thing appears, it brings disaster, and we should seal it in the cave completely." ”

While the militiamen were talking, the flames that were about to be extinguished suddenly shook in the cracks in the stones that they had not noticed.

The air seemed to fall silent.

"Bang!"

In front of the militia there was a loud explosion of gases.

The flames burned again.

"Quick! sprinkle the rest of the ash powder into the fire!" the militia captain shouted with a tingling scalp.

"We don't have anything to spare!" someone next to him responded.

Hearing the words of the team members, the captain sighed in his heart, and the flames spread at a more ferocious speed than before, and the fire-extinguishing substances in the water ash powder that were originally sprinkled have been evaporated, and he is helpless at this time!

"Run!"

"Leave the barrel alone!

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The militia captain immediately made a decision and ordered to evacuate, although he might be punished by the lord for escaping from the battle afterwards, but that was also for the future, at least now he didn't want to be a victim of being devoured by the fire.

But the flames spread far faster than they could have imagined.

In just a dozen seconds, the flames had already surrounded them.

More than a dozen militiamen were trapped in a circle only about ten meters in diameter, and the safe area was shrinking little by little as the flames burned.

They gathered in the center in horror.

The world of flames beneath the feet of the surroundings made it difficult for everyone to breathe, but even more unbearable than the physical pain was the psychological pressure.

Looking at the slowly shrinking circle of fire, the feeling of waiting for death makes people feel hopeless.

The militia captain gasped for breath, and he felt the hot air pass through his trachea and into his lungs, burning his chest.

"What are we going to do, Captain?" asked a young soldier with tears in his face.

"Don't panic!"

"We won't be able to escape!" someone scolded in despair, "Why did these damn miners dig the passage of the River Styx!"

The sound of cries and the whistling of the firelight resounded in my ears.

The militia captain's mind went blank.

I'm just dying here?

Looking at the oncoming wall of fire, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

A second passed.

Ten seconds passed.

A minute passed......

The excruciating burning pain did not appear, and the militia captain tried to move his fingers, and it seemed that even the temperature around him had cooled.

He opened his eyes with apprehension, shocked by the scene in front of him.

The flames that filled the mountains seemed to be extinguished in an instant, and only the charred ashes silently recorded the traces of the fire, and only a small amount of smoke floated in the air.

Not even a trace of spark is visible.

Is this the protection of the gods?

He looked at his companions, who were also at a loss, but received no answer.

"It must be the divine power of God that has blessed us!"

"That's right!"

The militiamen laughed and embraced, but did not notice that not far behind them, three figures had gradually disappeared at the end of the road.

......

And Rand and the others, who were the parties involved, only saw Oak standing in front of the flames, stretching out his hand to the flames, and the indifference on his face was like a nobleman looking at his own people.

Oak flipped his palm slightly.

The sea of fire suddenly stopped.

Then the flames were like beggars meeting the emperor, and Rand could even hear the frightened screams of the flames, and the huge sea of fire collapsed and disappeared in an instant.

This astonishing scene made Rand mistaken.

Oak himself is the monarch of the flames, and those low-level flames are not even qualified to ignite in front of him.

"Your ability is really ...... enough" Rand thought for a long time, but he didn't think of the right words in his mind to describe Oak's performance just now, "Perverted enough!"

Even the always cold shadow spoke up: "Extremely strong." ”