The machine let out a furious roar, driving the massive Icarus through the clouds and towards the sun.

Truth be told, Draenor didn't like the name of the machine. As a Canaanite, he knew very well: the tragic story of the young man named Icarus in ancient southern mythology who flew too high to escape Crete, was melted by the scorching sun, and finally fell into the water and died.

"We probably shouldn't get too close to the sun." Draenor proposed.

"Well, that's all you can do to fly that high. The machine was made of wood and metal, very different from Icarus' wings, which was relatively reliable. "Vicilico had thought about the story behind the name before, but luckily the mechanical monster was sturdy and hadn't gone wrong so far.

The clouds in the distance gradually thinned out, and the majestic snow-capped mountains became clearer and clearer in front of me. "Is that what you call Mount Sinai?" Draenor said as he looked at the Frost Giants standing majestically across the land.

"Sinay has two meanings in ancient Misarian: snow and moon. But translated into your language (Dori), it's better to call it Snow Mountain. Vicky said.

As the Icarus slowly descends below the clouds, the entire landscape of the snow-capped mountains is revealed.

Verdant pastures stretch like blankets from the foot of the mountains to the pine forests, and the melting snow of the snow-capped mountains merges into the Tangramon River, which gallops like wild horses. Draenor couldn't believe that in the depths of such a mysterious continent, there was a paradise-like beauty.

"This is the Essourin Ranch on the southern slopes, and although it is also beautiful, it is still inferior to the scenery of my hometown of Degas." Vicky said.

As Draenor compared the markings on the map to the village in front of him, Viklico seemed to be busy with something. She took out the armor she had bought one by one, and tied it together with hemp rope.

"We're about to find a place, you're still playing here?" Draenor was puzzled.

"Don't talk nonsense, give me your umbrella!" As she spoke, Vicky snatched Draenor's umbrella bag.

She took out her folded parachute and tied the rope to the strung armor one by one.

Just north of the village, in the woods, the two saw what Romenos called the "stockade." It was a tribe encamped in a clearing in the woods, surrounded by walls made of logs with sharpened tops, five or six wooden watchtowers, and a few wooden huts that looked like storehouses.

Draenor pulled out the binoculars that Romenos had placed in his bag and took a closer look at what was going on.

"See who you're looking for?" Vicilico asked.

"Twelve... A baker's dozen...... There were only fourteen people, and I didn't see Sister Heidwin. Draenor said through gritted teeth.

"She's probably already been taken to the market, and we'll have to land quickly." With that, Draenor turned around and stepped on the pedal to get the craft to land.

Vickyrie grabbed him.

"Isn't this a dream, they're too heavily guarded." She pointed to a warehouse and said, "See there?" They brought out a lot of weapons and barrels from there, maybe there were explosives in them. ”

Draenor didn't react to what she said.

"We need to attract some of the enemies to the front gate first, and then climb in through the watchtower built on the outside, you go find the person you need to find, and I'll wait for you in the stables after I have installed the explosives on the fence. Do you understand? "Vicky is well planned.

"So who's going to get their attention from the first step?" Draenor asked.

"It's not you, it's not me, it's them!" With that, Viklico threw the armor strapped to her parachute straight in front of the camp gate, then pulled her spear from Draenor's box and fired eight shots at the gate until there was only one bullet left in the magazine.

"We only had nine bullets left!"

"I kept one. Now pedal fast! Vekiriko commanded Draenor, who slowly pressed the pedal the way Romenos had told.

As a puff of hot steam erupted from the outer pipes, the Icarus descended slowly toward the hills behind the Horde.

"Let's go and see what's going on!" The leader of the tribal camp heard the gunshots shouting.

"Someone is shooting! It's supposed to be here to rob people! Several of the bandits came running and replied,

"Gather your men, grab your guns and stop them! Where are those guys? ”

"In heaven!! They have fallen from heaven! ”

"Damn, what kind of demons are these!"

The Icarus landed on the other side of the hill. While the bandits were focused on the "armored soldiers" who were slowly descending in the air, the two quietly walked around the back wall of the camp. After eliminating the guards at the top of the tower, he slipped down the watchtower and into the camp.

Draenor took advantage of the chaos to blend into the enslaved crowd and run into a warehouse. On the other side, Viklico also stole a barrel of explosives and pressed it against the wall at the back of the camp.

After herding the crowd into the warehouse, the two guards closed the door.

A slave noticed the tall man with dark blue hair in the crowd, and he couldn't believe his eyes - it was his former comrade-in-arms!

"Draenor!" He shouted, and the people around him turned their gaze to Draenor in unison.

"Shh Just as the people were about to speak, Draenor quickly made a gesture to calm everyone down.

"Everyone, be quiet, it's all planned......"

Meanwhile, Viklico managed to slip into the stable. Just as she was about to untie the horses, a large steel fork suddenly reached out from behind the straw pile and poked at Viklico.

But Vikli disappeared as if she had evaporated in the air, and she walked around behind the killer and strangled him by the neck with her elbow. The man struggled to let go of the steel fork, and Vicilico sensed that something was wrong, and she immediately let go of her arm.

"Girls?" Vikily observed the ragged blonde girl in front of her in disbelief.

"Is your name Hedwin?" Viklico said, and the girl took a few steps back with one eye closed, staring at her with a wary look.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here with Draenor, we're going to get you out!" Vicky can quickly explain the situation.

"Draenor... He's alive!? Tears welled up in Heidwin's eyes. Vicilico stretched out her fingers and gently wiped the tears from her face.

"Don't be sad just yet, it's not over yet. We've got to get the horses ready and wait for Draenor to get out of here with the men!" Vekily said as she observed the situation around her, and then continued to untie the horses, ready for the people on Draenor's side.

The comrades-in-arms who had been reunited after a long absence, couldn't stop the excitement in their hearts and hugged each other with tears in their eyes.

After Draenor explained the situation, everyone's hearts were filled with hope. Several of his former comrades followed Draenor out of the window, silently knocking out the four guards closest to the warehouse and snatching their weapons.

"Four spears, all gunpowder filled, tsk, only twenty bullets." Draenor counted the captured firearms, and with such a little equipment, they were still in the face of heavily armed traffickers.

After opening the warehouse door, the group, led by Draenor, resisted the attack of the guards and marched towards the stables.

Draenor himself had never imagined that there would be so many captives held here, but there was no way he could leave anyone out of this hell.

The commotion of the crowd drew more and more guards, and Draeno galloped towards the stables.

"Vicky Ricco!"

Vikily whistled when she heard the signal, and dozens of horses galloped towards the crowd.

"Everyone, hurry up and get on the horse!" Draenor commanded the people.

Most of them were lying on their horses, but a dozen fell under gunfire.

With the help of Vicky Ricko, Hedwin also got on horseback. "Time is running out, you can run away with me!" Heidwin said.

"I'll think about it later, you stay here and wait for me, it's dangerous outside, don't act rashly."

Hedwin nodded.

With that, Vikily picked up her gun and sword and walked out of the stable.

Seeing that it was less than twenty meters away from the wall, more than a dozen thugs suddenly rushed out from both sides to block the wall, and took their guns and aimed at everyone.

The crowd stopped their horses, and in the face of the countless facing guns, it was as if they heard the last mournful cry when hope was lost.

The leader of the thugs stepped out with his spear in hand.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're the Draenor that the nun talks about every day, right? I didn't expect it to be the same as what she said. The leader stretched out his thick palm from his sleeve and touched his stubble chin, and continued, "You're very good at tricks, but it's a pity that you still owe a fire to play with my Hawkins." ”

Drano never expected that the tiger-eyed fanatic in front of him was a pirate who had been active in the southern seas: Balk. Hawkins.

"Now turn around and return my horses to the stables, and the slaves back to the warehouse. Don't think about it, you've run out of bullets, and the road is already narrow. "Balk. Hawkins said.

"It's not certain who is the one who walks the narrow road." Draenor glared at Hawkins and said,

"The last bullet left should also come in handy!"

Before Hawkins could react, he saw a figure suddenly standing high on the roof of the stable, it was Vicky Ricko!

She aimed at the already secured barrel of explosives through the gap in the thugs' bodies, pulled the trigger, and Hawkins quickly turned around but didn't have time to lie on the ground.

"Boom!! ——”

The barrels of explosives pierced by the bullets burst along with the wall, and the scorching heat unstoppably struck the thugs, sending them flying in the air.

"Let's go!" Vicky shouted.

She jumped onto the horse along the eaves of the stables and led Hedwin to follow the crowd led by Draenor through the smoke, over the blown up walls, and along the mountain road towards the majestic snow-capped mountains.