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"There are always casualties in war, we're sorry, but there's nothing we can do, mourn, old gentleman......" The man in a black suit with the "Federal War Special Pension Team" sign on his chest was talking to his grandfather with a sad face. Gordon, who was only eight years old, hid behind the door and witnessed this qiē.

For the war, Gordon was most impressed by the orbital synchronous airborne forces, the air-space bombers, the power armored infantry, the unmanned tanks...... And, parents who died in missile strikes.

Gordon was no stranger to war. As a child, he experienced first-hand the War for the Unification of the Earth. No swords, no magic, it's a battle between technology and steel.

Just as he was puzzled as to why he saw the scene he remembered most vividly when he was a child, Gordon saw a flower in front of his eyes and came to nothingness. An abyssal crack suddenly opened under his feet, and two familiar faces were crying and struggling at the edge of the crack.

Tracy and Polly ......

Gordon tried to speak, but no sound came out.

Gordon tried to run over, but he couldn't move.

He could only watch as they were swallowed by the cracks......

When I opened my eyes suddenly, I was greeted by the intricate patterns drawn by the three-color silk threads on the top of the tent.

It turned out to be a dream......

Gordon sat up and shook his head, clearing his mind. The hands of the clock showed that it was ten o'clock in the morning, and that he had slept for five hours from morning to now.

Although he had been dreaming and not sleeping very well, his mana was still replenished by this long rest. That's enough. Suppressing the negativity in his heart, Gordon decided to focus all his energy on one thing - how to get out of the Cold Mist Mountains alive.

Gordon hurriedly put on his mage robe and salamander cloak, and suddenly felt that behind him, there was some kind of real gaze watching him. He turned his head to see Quack standing on a hanger, staring at him with its emerald eyes. Its gaze was as deep as the sea, as far as the sky, and it did not look like the eyes of a jeweled crow.

"Go to the ancient road, and the descendants of the kingdom of Sedin will be blessed; Go to the Ancient Path, and infinite evil will be blocked. Follow the path blazed by your ancestors, and you will be glorified—"

The old voice suddenly echoed in his mind. The voice was no stranger to Gordon. He had heard this voice when he had entered the Ancient Path before.

"The Ancient Way...... It's a good choice. Or rather, the only option. Gordon watched the demon pet quack, and the jewel crow's eyes were back to normal.

"Brother, you're awake." Xie Ona walked into the tent with a basin of hot water. As usual, she handed Gordon the hot towel and smiled as she watched her brother finish washing his face.

"All the mages have rested. The priests also prayed in the morning and reprepared the gods. Now that everything is in place, Ms. Bishop asked me to inform my brother that we need to decide what to do next. ”

Gordon nodded, stretched out his hand, and stroked the show on the side of Xie Ona's face: "Cut short?" ”

Xie Ona nodded: "The head was burned a lot by the flames of the fire demon, so it can only be cut short. ”

"I still prefer long ponytails. When you return to Blue Water City, let's stay longer. Gordon said, his eyes steel-like determination.

Return to Clear Water City.

With my sister, I returned to Bishui City safely.

He might be able to bear the death of Tracey and Polly, but if something happens to his sister, Gordon can't imagine it.

The siblings left their tents and walked through a devastated hunting camp. Almost everyone, nobles, soldiers, servants, had a look of panic and bewilderment. They don't know what to do, they don't know what to do, they don't know what terrible things will happen in the next moment, and they don't know if they will ever see the sun tomorrow again.

The camp was filled with an atmosphere of unease and oppression, making it difficult for Gordon to breathe.

Many of the soldiers who had gone through last night's battle stood up when they saw Gordon walking by, and looked at the black-eyed young mage with expectant eyes. Gordon's appearance last night was really impressive, and many people pinned their hopes for survival on him.

But Gordon couldn't even give them an affirmative nod in return.

"See those black spots in the sky? That's the damn Flodemon! They spy on us in the sky. ”

"Bahamut is on top! If we can't get rid of these flying mongrels, we won't have a chance of winning! ”

When they reached the door of the tent where the meeting was held, the two guards were discussing in low voices. The words of the two reached Gordon's ears, causing his brow to furrow a little.

As soon as he entered the tent, a noise like thousands of flies buzzing together was heard, and it began to torment Gordon's eardrums.

A tall, thin man, about sixty years of age, was arguing loudly with a man in the prime of life whose head and beard were tied up like pins and needles, and whose figure was not inferior to that of a barbarian.

The other nobles divided into two factions, standing behind the two of them, accusing each other of insults. Ms. Bishop, on the other hand, crossed her arms and looked at the sensitive parts of the family name greeting each other with a calm expression. Beside her stood neutral nobles, including Dorne and Falia.

Gordon recognized that the tall and thin aristocratic old man was the Earl of Thompson, who was the highest rank among the nobles who participated in the autumn hunt. The old earl's family also had a certain influence in the north, and was a conservative and stubborn fellow.

And that man in the prime of life was Grant, who had made a feat in defending the eastern wooden wall last night. Viscount Lambitoni, the eldest of the three Lambatoni brothers. He was a ninth-level barbarian warrior with good strength and a straightforward surname, and he was quite prestigious among the young nobles. What's more, his thirty barbarian axe warriors were an indispensable and important force in the hunting camp.

The Freeman siblings also came up behind Ms. Bishop. Perhaps the quarrel was too intense, and no one showed Gordon's arrival.

"Friend, how did you sleep?" Dorne beckoned to Gordon.

"It's okay."

"I'm miserable, I don't sleep well, and when I close my eyes, I see the ugly faces of those demons, and the bloody corpses...... You know, because of my lack of energy, when I woke up and prepared the spell, I made three mistakes. Fortunately, it was corrected in time, and there was no big problem. ”

Gordon didn't appreciate the inconvenience of an ordinary mage who relied on spell slots to cast spells. He nodded, casually comforting Dorne, and then asked, "What's going on?" ”

"Everyone is discussing cordially and amicably, whether to break out or stick to the camp." Dorne shrugged and said.

"We should hold on to the camp and wait for reinforcements. This is the safest and safest option. Earl Thompson said. His voice was a little dry, and his whole person was not in good spirits, apparently he was scared enough by the demons last night. However, when arguing with Grant, he did not fall behind.

"Reinforcements?" Grant sneered, "Viscount Curtis has already said that it will take at least seven days until Blue Water City gathers an army that is enough to defeat those demons and arrives here!" Seven days later, we'll probably be pulled out of our stomachs by the devil and reduced to a stinking pile of feces! ”

Grant's style of language is as vulgar as the barbarian blood in him. This disgusting analogy made Earl Thompson show a look of disgust, but the old nobleman was still reserved and did not put down his body and scolded the other party, he said: "Seven days only." If we can keep it for one night, why can't we keep it for seven nights? ”

"What do you take? You old bastard's ass? Grant was dismissive of Earl Thompson's suggestion, "When you hid in the blanket last night and shivered, it was me and my brothers, fighting demons on the wooden wall!" I know how terrible demons are, and I know how weak our defenses are! It was already luck to be able to hold on to the next night. ”

Grant was right. Last night, if it weren't for the arrogant Fire Demon who wanted to show his strength and authority in front of many of his kind, and then made a mistake, I'm afraid the hunting camp wouldn't have lasted even one night.

"Vulgar barbarian, when I return to Blue Water City, I will definitely accuse the council of your insult and contempt for an old nobleman!" Earl Thompson was so angry that his beard trembled.

"Let's talk about it when you get back to Blue Water City." Grant smiled, not taking it personally.

Earl Thompson then remembered that he now had to rely on the muscles and axes of the other to fight the demons - even though he had always looked down on both.

After thinking about it, Earl Thompson decided not to meet the same level as the vulgar barbarians, and he turned his head and asked, "Lady Bishop, in addition to the army, can Blue Water City take the lead in sending a small group of elites to support us with teleportation spells?" Doing so will stabilize people's hearts and strengthen the camp's defenses. ”

"Impossible." Ms. Bishop cleanly dismissed Earl Thompson's suggestion.

Teleportation requires great spellcasting skills and precise location of the destination. In Bishui City, there are only a handful of mages who have mastered the Five Rings Teleportation Technique, and are very familiar with the geography of the Cold Mist Mountains, and can teleport to the hunting camp within a ten-meter error. Moreover, in addition to himself, a mage can only use the guò contact method, and bring two additional people to the guò portal.

With such a small number of people, even if they came to the hunting camp, it would be useless.

And when she contacted Bluewater City yesterday, Ms. Bishop got two other messages. For one, the Lord of Wands traveled alone to do something. Rob. Lord Antello is also very busy, and it is impossible for him to stay in the mansion all day, always ready to be a firefighter.

Second, most of the elite armed forces of the three major temples of Bahamut, Meritya, and Erasis were not in the Blue Water City at this time. Receiving the information, they formed a joint combat force and traveled to the Silver Hills to strike a secret stronghold of the Three Holy Baptists.

Regardless of whether this is a coincidence or the enemy's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, in short, the hundreds of people in the hunting camp are now at least seven days away from the nearest reinforcement. (To be continued.)