The monstrous fire engulfed all the villages of the Feathered Race, and in the terrifying explosion, the race that had been entrusted with the important task gradually disintegrated and collapsed.

This was the fourth day after Patriarch Yu Ling took the fifty elites, and this day was supposed to be the day to make final preparations for the next expedition, and everyone suffered a catastrophe in this leisure time.

Who would have thought that at this last moment, the protector of the Origin Demon Clan, the demonized [Fire God] Tiger of the Red Flame Tiger Clan, launched a deadly sneak attack on the Feather People with the undemonized fellow clan it had subdued.

The Red Flame Tiger Clan is a notorious magical race, a violent and powerful existence.

After undergoing demonization, the Flame God Tiger was even more ferocious and abnormal, and subdued most of the other Red Flame Tigers of its original race, forming the most feared force of the Origin Demon Race.

Magical flames burn mercilessly in every corner of the village, taking away life after life.

Since all the elite warriors had fled, and the demon suppressor had been carried to the west by the patriarch, there was no one left among the remaining warriors who could wrestle with the fire god.

It was a massacre, a precise and swift purge.

In less than a moment of incense, there were less than 100 Feather warriors left who were still stubbornly resisting, guarding the cliff at the highest point of the village.

In a hurry, the arrows mixed with fear shot head-on, and shot head-on, the Red Flame Tigers who were attacking with all their might.

Arrows that are far from lethal power, even if they hit the enemy's body, will only leave a shallow scratch and pose no threat to them.

"Hold on! Hold on to my best!"

The Acting Warrior Chief, Haku's half-brother Haku, yelled hoarsely, trying to lift up the sluggish morale - even a little.

The feathered warriors, who had gradually reduced to more than thirty people, were still struggling to shoot arrows to prevent the Red Flame Tigers from ascending the cliff.

Behind them were more than a hundred old and weak people who had escaped from the massacre, as well as some children who were incapable of fighting, seizing the precious time that the warriors had bought for their lives to move to the emergency shelter of the tribe.

"Captain Warrior, we're out of ammo!"

Halfway through the blockade, the arrows that had been brought out in a hurry were already exhausted.

Yukong gritted his teeth, bent down and grabbed a fist-sized stone and threw it down: "Hit them with stones!"

Seeing that several of the Red Flame Tigers had already crawled halfway through, they bared their hideous fangs towards the feathered warriors above.

Soon, however, this arrogance was dissipated by a torrent of stones pouring down.

A howl of pain came from below, greatly encouraging the feathered warriors above, who for a moment forgot the fatigue of drawing their bows for a long time, and threw stones downwards at a faster speed.

If the Fire God was watching the battle from a short distance and played in person, the stones of this level would be instantly dissolved by its high temperature.

But this proud Origin Demon Protector didn't seem to have the intention of making an indecent way of climbing the mountain, but was still watching coldly as his fellow clansmen climbed up step by step under the pressure of the stones.

Soon, Haku realized a problem.

Even if you attack with stones like this, there will be a time when the stones scattered here will run out.

In fact, the stones are now decreasing at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, and if nothing else, they can hold on for a few dozen breaths at most, and they can only let the Red Flame Tigers land on the cliff.

"Stop throwing, equip your weapons and prepare for white-knuckle combat!"

After a rough estimate of the time, Haku ordered all the warriors to get behind and start equipping the weapons reserved for this emergency shelter.

Most of the feathered warriors who fought on foot were taken away by the patriarch, leaving behind only some ordinary warriors.

Most of them had never even encountered such armor and had no experience in foot combat.

But these dozens of feather warriors only have this one option, even if they are not good at white-knuckle combat, they have to fight until the last moment to buy time for others.

Since those who have lost or have not yet gained the ability to fly, those who can flee at any time must remain to protect them.

Walk through the hidden tunnels, which were borrowed from the [Ancient Forbidden Labyrinth] designed by the Emperor of Eternal Life back then, and used after simplification.

Without a special method, it is basically impossible to get out without a map.

There are only about a dozen people to protect them, and a delay here can ensure their safety.

After that, the surviving warriors can go out of the sky and find a place to hide for the time being.

"All ready!"

The red flames had already shone on the cliff one step ahead of the Red Flame Tigers, which also meant that a great battle without suspense was about to begin.

Haku secretly prayed that there would be warriors alive by then, and then report to the patriarch about the situation today.

"If anyone can get out alive, remember to tell the patriarch. ”

As the only person here who can flexibly use the winged armor, Haku has long been at the forefront, leaving the others with a firm back.

"We've fought valiantly, too!"

Confused people walk through the jungle.

If it weren't for the fact that the forces of the Demon Hunting Association had already withdrawn from this forest for two days at this time, they would definitely be able to discover this target that they had been searching for for a month for the first time.

The reincarnation of the great magician, Yu Dongshui, who had been missing for a long time, swaggered in this forest.

The only difference from when he fled was the addition of a gray hooded robe.

His steps wandered aimlessly as if he were drunk.

What's really going on lately?

This is a question that Yu Dongshui has been thinking about since he realized that he appeared in a cave "inexplicably".

Who am I, where do I come from, where am I going?

The lack of memory makes him have a splitting headache when he recalls, and he wants to hit his head with a stone.

But in the process of this pain, he felt that he had grasped some fragments of memory, and remembered something bits and pieces.

"It looks like it's about to start. ”

It was the last thing he heard in his memory.

He couldn't tell who this sentence came from, because the confusion of memories made it impossible for him to remember the recent events at all.

But when he realized that his abilities had been improved again, the basics of how to use it, how to strengthen it, and some basics flooded his brain like a flood.

Did you realize this alone, or was someone else teaching it?

If you go back to the front, you can only see a vague scene.

It wasn't until that night when he was attacked by two gods that his memories gradually became clear.

Anyway, how did I escape the Demon Hunters' Association?

Yu Dongshui, who wanted to touch the forbidden area further, was once again sanctioned by severe pain, so he had to give up this idea for the time being.

So what's next? Do you want to go to Rockshire to find out?

Yu Dongshui, who couldn't make up his mind, simply sat down on the spot, so that he could calm down and make a decision before making a decision.

For some reason, since I regained consciousness, I have been restless inside, not only because of the confusion of my memory, but also because it seems to have something to do with another thing.

But the moment he thought of Rockshire and sat down, he finally found the reason.

The voice came to his head—

"Let's remember the painful past that can break through the limits for your little friend. ”

Remember this feeling, as the last hole card of the little friend, the old decay is also relieved. ”

And then what came up was the past that was unbearable to look back on and dare not face again.

One after another, relatives and friends left, and he was touched again and again, and the anger that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time almost engulfed him again.

Like a volcano about to erupt, Yu Dongshui's whole body was trembling violently.

The explosive growth of magic felt like it was going to break him in the next moment, and every inch of his skin felt like it was going to be torn apart.

When reason was about to be completely swallowed up by this menacing anger, Yu Dongshui forcibly pulled his consciousness back and returned to the initial calm.

What the hell was that voice, and why did I suddenly recall these things!

He poured out all his displeasure and anger at the moment on the master of the words that suddenly appeared in his mind.

But he didn't notice that the gray robe on his body was closer to the shadow side at that moment······

The flame of magic can be controlled by the caster, unlike normal fire, which incinerates all around it without exception.

For example, the raging fire that burned in the distance in the Feathered Clan village was a typical magical flame, ignited by the infamous Red Flame Tiger Clan.

Emerging from the overwhelming white-knuckle battle, but also seriously wounded, Hakura looked at the flames that shattered his heart from afar.

Like a fire demon from the abyss, ravaging the land where he once lived.

He withdrew his gaze, calmed his mind, and set off in the direction where the patriarch had left.

This information must be shared with the patriarch as soon as possible, even if the news is so heavy.

He didn't bring any mounts with him, nor did he carry any dry rations, and he went at full speed as he could on a safari, keeping up with the elite troops as much as he could.

But in the end, what he saw was a picture that made him feel completely hopeless.

White feathers and feather-like armor from the Feathered People were scattered all over the place, and there was no doubt that the chief's forces had been attacked.

Could it be that they are also the Red Flame Tiger clan?

The coagulated blood that stained the earth red was shocking, and the feather sky stood stunned like a thunderbolt from the sky.

Although it was possible that the blood was the blood of the Red Flame Tiger, why didn't the Patriarch send someone back to report it the moment they learned that the Red Flame Tigers were still in the Demon Mountain Range?

And why didn't the Red Flame Tiger seem to have lost much in strength, and it captured the village in one fell swoop?

A chill invaded his body in that moment, and his wings stiffened.

Or did the Origin Demon Clan have planned it from the beginning, relying on this move to separate the forces of the Feather Human Race and break them one by one?

Could it be that the patriarch and they met the army of the Origin Demon Clan led by the Demon Emperor himself?

There was not a single body at the scene, all that remained was bloodstains that were difficult to clean.

He stepped forward numbly, trying to find some clues in the middle, looking for the last hope.

Soon, the feathered person's eyesight was out of sight and he noticed a patch of bright yellow and red hair.

He hadn't seen anything like it, at least not in the Magic Mountains.

What does the appearance of this thing really represent?

"Oh, do you really want to come back and have a look? I finally escaped, but don't be so desperate?"

Haku was frightened and hurriedly looked back, but at that moment, all he saw was a large mouth of blood.

As far as his eye could see, beside the bottomless pit that smelled of blood, there were bright hairs mixed with yellow and red.

Then it went dark, and I fell into a dream that I couldn't wake up from.