Draenor shrunk back in the seat of the carriage and quietly noticed Viklico's demeanor. She still leaned her face against the car window without saying a word, and it seemed that the anger had not completely subsided.

"It was so sudden, I didn't have time to say goodbye to Hedwin......" Draenor said with a regretful sigh.

As if it had occurred to her, Vikily snatched a suitcase from Draenor's arms and unlocked the metal locks at both ends.

Inside the box was a folded and refined shawl, which seemed to have been seen somewhere. Carrying a letter in her shawl, Vicili unbuttoned the seal and opened it.

"My dear daughter, I hope you will forgive me for leaving. Your mother is a symbol of all that is good in this mortal world, the fire of my life, and her departure has shattered our family completely...... I'm sorry I couldn't attend your graduation ceremony, but I hope this gift will bless you on my behalf of your mother in heaven......

Love Your Father Forever:

Abraham"

I don't know how many years this letter was hidden by my father, the whole paper was yellowed and brittle due to oxidation, and many fields were diluted by the liquid, leaving only strange folds.

In addition to the letter paper, the envelope contained a key with the inscription in Misalaan: "Nourish the thorns with the blood of the lineage." ”

Vichery didn't understand whether it was a riddle or a spell, but she quickly recognized the red-embroidered shawl, the one she remembered her mother wearing when she was last seen.

She ran her fingers lightly over the tassels on her shawl, and the black goat's wool felt as soft as the waves on the sea.

"It's beautiful, you're going to dress it well." Draenor tried to ease the embarrassment.

"This is what my mother left me, I don't know what tricks my father is thinking." Viklico suddenly became alert, as if she suspected that her father would hide an eye in the corner of the shawl.

The coachman suddenly tightened the reins, and the carriage stopped with the neighing of the horses.

Draenor suddenly became alert, and he dug out the suitcase he was carrying, ready to draw his sword at any moment.

He opened the curtains and looked out at a city perched on top of a hill, the entire mountain covered in twisted trees. And at the foot of the mountain not far away, the fiery serpent is raging arrogantly.

"That's ...... Fuji Mountain? Vicilico was unfamiliar with what was in front of her. But even from her vague memory, she knew for sure that Mount Fuji was supposed to be a sprawling sanatorium with a pleasant view. And the messy land in front of me looks like a graveyard.

"How could such a thing happen on the borders of the Imperial City?"

Just as the two of them were looking at the terrible mountain villa, the horses suddenly galloped in fright. Vicilico held on to the window frame, and the carriage rushed straight down the hill.

At the moment of rushing into the woods, there was a strange murmur everywhere, and the sound became louder and louder, like a demon whispering madly to the eardrum.

"Cover your ears!" Vekiriko immediately shouted to Draenor. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble, and the carriage went out of control and burrowed deeper and deeper into the forest. As the murmur grew more and more frenzied, countless huge tentacles sprang out of the ground and waved in the air.

"What are these?" Draenor felt as if the end of the world was imminent, and the massive tentacles toppled the woods, slapping on the ground and sending countless stones down on the carriage.

The coachman was knocked unconscious by the rocks, and the carriage rushed straight into the flames.

Vicilico took a deep breath, grabbed the window and rolled onto the roof. She tied the coachman to the side of the seat and pulled the reins to turn the carriage around.

The carriage gradually deviated from its path towards the fire under Viklico's control, and at the moment when the carriage passed by the fire serpent that jumped out, Delano saw several mysterious figures through the flames.

Dressed in black robes, they stood barefoot on the scorched earth in the center of the fire. They were chanting something around a strange statue, and the sound was the same as the murmur they had heard before!

"Vicky! It's that group! What are they doing! Draenor half-climbed out of the window and shouted to the roof of the car.

"I see, your friend? I'll introduce it later, I'm a bit busy right now! Vicchiriko shook the reins, and the horses finally returned to the middle of the road, pulling the carriage and galloping towards Mount Fuji at the top of the mountain.

Vikily stared at the path ahead and didn't dare to relax. She seemed to hear the sound of iron hooves galloping wildly, and saw several huge forts rise from both sides of the mountain road, pulled by dozens of horses towards the source of the fire. They were followed by nearly a hundred knights galloping with spears on their shoulders.

"It's the Necanlos Legion!" Vicky Rico's face lit up with hope.

I saw that the two giant cannons were aimed at the center of the fire source, spraying out two columns of water 100 meters high. After the water column stopped, the knights rushed into the forest and laid siege to the large, hard tentacles. Vickiriko also took the opportunity to drive the carriage straight towards the city on the top of the mountain.

After about forty minutes, the commotion at the foot of the hill finally stopped, and the two of them made it to the city gate.

"It seems that there is no way to continue to the imperial city today, so let's take a rest here now." Vicilico asks Draenor.

Draenor nodded in agreement.

"Vicky Ricco. Klose, in the name of royalty, ask to open the gates for us! ”

The gates slowly rose in response to Viklico's voice, and the carriage drove smoothly into the city.

"Vicky? How did you come here at this time? A young man in armor on the city wall looked down and shouted.

"Suo. Big Brother Geya? What's going on down the hill? We were supposed to go back to the Imperial City, but this bad luck happened on the way! Vekily shouted as she looked at the wall.

"It's not clear yet, you guys go to the central sanatorium first, and I'll explain it to you myself later!"

Vekiriko nodded, raising the reins and heading towards the sanatorium in the center of the city.

The city is no less bustling than Le Windri, with bazaars, artisan shops and even schools, and the locals can't believe they call it a sanatorium!

Draenor thought to himself, and when he came back to his senses, the carriage had come to a square full of sculptures and giant trees. At the center of the square is a church-like building, and if you're not mistaken, it's the central sanatorium they mentioned.

With the help of the nurses, the two settled the unconscious coachman and sat in the hall of the sanatorium waiting for the young man in armor.

After a while, the originally deserted hall suddenly became boiling. Nurses and doctors in short white robes rushed out the door on stretchers, carrying burned knights and civilians to the rooms. The young knight also entered the hall and walked towards where the two were sitting.

"It was the Remmer people, who entered our territory disguised as doctors from the south and set fire to an eighth of our forests."

The young man explained to the two.

"The Remers?" Draenor asked.

"They are the dependents of the Southern Beasts, and they turned out to be some human mages who had gone mad, and they were turned into half-human, half-demon tools. Because they are not beasts, they can freely pass through the barrier of the Pillar of Lourdes and engage in some indiscriminate activities. Vicky said.

Sure enough, the group of bald heads in black robes they met before were what they called the Remer people.

Draenor had seen and felt it with his own eyes, and he knew that the purpose of these clansmen was definitely not as simple as what he saw today, they were using their blood to cultivate something, cultivating monsters that could plunge this continent into darkness.

"Those weirdos I told you about before should be their ......," Draenor said as he stared at Vikirico with a solemn look.