Most of the ships in Solong Harbor have been devastated by the storm, and most of them have drifted away from the harbor with the wind and waves, and among the remaining ships, there are really not many that are still functional. The Savoyards picked out two of them and set sail south to find fresh water and hunt near the Sylvenian forest. But when they arrived at the port of Sylvania, the Savoyards suddenly regained their mind, and decided to let one of the ships continue south, to Limbo to ask the Half-Bloods for some much-needed supplies.

At the same time, the Streamers who remained in the ruins of Suolong City to continue their search and rescue encountered another group of Saviey soldiers who had successfully escaped the sandstorm and were also searching for survivors, who were naturally just as shocked as the previous survivors. After all, the two sides have been fighting for more than 40 years, and in the past they have met for only one purpose, that is, war, and it is the first time that they have faced each other without any will to fight like this.

The king of Sava in the rear hurriedly pushed aside the crowd and walked out, looking at the aliens who were busy on the ruins in astonishment, and for a moment he was a little uncomfortable. Chahu, who had a sad face, had to reach out and gently push this majesty, trying to wake him up from his embarrassment: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty......" After calling several times, Tusaron finally came back to his senses, but he couldn't say a word, and silently turned around and walked to the mound next to him, and continued to dig in the sand to save people. In this extremely difficult and embarrassing situation, the most unpleasant person in my heart is probably Tusaron, who is the king of Savoy.

Tusalon and the 8,000 Sava soldiers around him are now able to stand here intact, which should be said to be the credit of Chahu. This half-blooded man who is greedy for life and afraid of death is only very good at escaping. In a casual conversation many years ago, Tusalon had told Chahu that the strongest building in Solong was the Colosseum, and that even the royal palace could not compare to it, and Chahu had taken this to heart at the time.

Then one day, Chahu made a suggestion. He said that the Lepeilian people in the eastern continent had always been uneasy and kind, and that one day, if they broke through the capital, there would be nowhere to hide, and a secret passage should be built, so that they could escape from under the palace to the outside of the city without realizing it. At that time, Tusalon made great disdain for making fun of Chahu for being cowardly and afraid of death, saying that the Savoy people had never been deserters. But maybe it was a whim, or maybe I thought the proposal was interesting, and I wondered if this seemingly weak and incompetent half-blood man could make something interesting. So, Tusaron had fun and handed it over to Chahu, who later forgot about it himself.

I don't want to check that Hu actually carried out this task very seriously. He had two tunnels dug from beneath the palace, one leading directly to the city's strongest Colosseum, and the other leading to the outside of the city. Since King Sava never asked about it, and because Chahu intended to use it as a secret escape route, it was never officially made public. Not long ago, when the aliens broke into the Colosseum, in the chaos, Chahu relied on that secret passage to escape safely.

When this sudden sandstorm hit Suolong City violently, the heavens and the earth were suddenly covered with dense sand and dust, making people almost unable to open their eyes, and there was nowhere to escape. At that critical moment, Chahu led the Savoyard and all the nearby Savoie people who could be contacted, and hurriedly fled to the Colosseum for refuge through the tunnels under the palace. Chahu, who is accustomed to planning ahead, certainly does not forget to store fresh water and dry food in the tunnels, but due to the large number of people, that little water and food is simply not enough to last long. So, by the time the sandstorm had completely crossed, they had already endured hunger and thirst in the Colosseum for two days.

Now, everyone is busy digging in the sand to search for survivors, and only Chahu is anxiously rushing in the direction of his house. Because he was very worried now, and he didn't know if his stubborn mother was out of danger. When building the palace tunnel, he once made a secret tunnel under his own land under the pretense of public help. It was a tunnel leading to the port outside the city, and he had already told his mother the secret, and if she had remembered it in time, she might have avoided it. Moreover, it is also stocked with plenty of fresh water and dry food, which will allow her to spend at least three to five days in peace.

At present, there is not enough food and fresh water in the city, and many of the injured are once again dying because they have not been able to replenish their strength in time.

Tusaron was already physically and mentally exhausted, hungry and thirsty, and even his hands began to tremble. He had to let his scarred hands leave the sand for a moment, and he sat on the ruins, staring blankly at the devastated capital. Thinking of the many people who were buried in the sand and did not know whether they were dead or alive, I couldn't help but feel sad. He was the strongest and most respected warrior in the kingdom of Savoy, and he had always been proud of himself when he had always rushed into battle with confidence, defeating beasts and powerful enemies, even in the face of tall aliens.

However, those so-called heroic pride are of no use to this capital city that our ancestors have worked so hard to build, and to this kingdom after the disaster. Tusalon was experiencing an unprecedented sense of frustration, and two hot streams of heat uncontrollably burst out of the face of the once formidable king, dripping into a thick mound of sand, and disappearing without a trace in an instant.

He resisted the urge to weep and wept silently in his heart. The emotion of self-blame infinitely magnified Tussalon's sense of helplessness, as if he was tightly bound by a rope called helplessness, and he could not move. But how he longed to break free from all restraints and find a strength greater than a strong body and a brave heart, so that the city, the kingdom, could rise again from the ashes.

His blank gaze wandered helplessly across the ruins, and suddenly, Tussalon's eyes were captured by a tiny but unusually striking golden-red light. He was shocked, but saw that the flaming child was sitting on the sand in the distance, as if staring silently at the ruins. Tusalon suddenly remembered that he had a brief conversation with the boy not long ago, the day before the war had begun outside the Sylvenian Forest. The words that made him feel so impatient at that time, that he didn't even pay attention to it, were like the sound of the trumpets of the enemy's surprise attack, and his heart burned like fire.

"You can't see him, but he can see everything you do. If you cut down the trees he planted and kill the beasts he raised, he might let a hurricane or a flood punish you, maybe something else. You may have nowhere to run, but he doesn't care, because you're nothing more important than a tree or a beast. You simply don't understand that whether what you want to do now is beneficial or unhelpful, those things will eventually come back to you. ”

A strong white light flashed through Tusalon's mind, but before he could catch it, the light vanished without a trace. He didn't know what it was, so he subconsciously got up from the ruins, dragging his tired body and mind, as if chasing the last dawn in the world, and desperately rushed towards the golden red light......

"You say he can see everything, he will punish me, and I will have nowhere to run...... Who is he, how can he have such great power?" Tusaron had thought that the child was referring to the alien priest, but now it seemed that he had clearly misunderstood, and he couldn't help but ask more and more eagerly, "Tell me, who is he?"

The child sat on a high pile of sand, and Tusalon had difficulty climbing, so he had to lie on his stomach. He was so anxious and hesitant that he had long forgotten the pride of a warrior and the dignity of a king, and at this moment, he was just a helpless king bent on saving his kingdom from the ruins. After all, it was the first time that the Kingdom of Savie, since its founding more than a thousand years ago, had suffered such a devastating catastrophe. He threw his head up and waved his hands upwards like a sinner who longed for redemption, but could not touch the dazzling light in any way. The innocent little face above clearly seemed to look down on him, but it turned a blind eye to his eagerness. Although the ruby eyes were clear, Tusaron could not find himself in them, and even the huge ruins behind him could not be reflected in those eyes, as if his world was too small to be seen in the eyes of a child, which made his sadness even more insignificant.

Looking at those unwavering eyes, Tusaron suddenly realized how ridiculous his actions were, and whether he had really reached the point of panic? Otherwise, at that moment, why would he think that this child would be able to give him all the answers? After slowly calming down, Tusaron finally found himself and realized that the most important thing he should do now is not to ask for help, but to save himself!

Just as he made up his mind and was about to return to the place he came from, he suddenly heard a faint fragrance coming from behind. Shocked, Tusalon instinctively turned to see that the mysterious alien priest was already standing behind him at some point......