The sound of messy footsteps running past his ears and the panicked shouts of people filled his mind, and Fern struggled to his feet, only to find himself in a fortress full of fire.

"Where is this?!" Fern tried to grab a soldier-like figure running past him, but his hand ran through the other's body, and the soldier ran quickly, his armor already stained red with blood, leaving a smell of blood.

Fern continued to try to catch the panicked crowd around him, but he couldn't touch anything, and the crowd ran past him as if they couldn't see him at all. Fern looked at his hands, it was ...... What's going on?

Suddenly, a violent crash came from behind him, and Fern turned around to see dozens of soldiers standing behind the fortress gates, and behind them were hundreds of archers, bows and arrows were already on the strings, waiting for the moment when the gate was breached. The crash was heard again, and the gate bulged inward, and all the soldiers who stood in the way were bounced back, but the soldiers, after regaining their balance, immediately rushed to the gate and pushed the gate back. The third strike finally came, and a stout battering ram smashed through the gate, catapulting the nearest soldiers far away, and several ugly faces scrambled to appear behind the hole, trying to squeeze into the fortress. The archers immediately shot their bows and arrows, turning their half-exposed faces into a hornet's nest. But more enemies are pushing the battering ram inward, and the soldiers behind the gate can no longer hold it, and the gate is about to open.

This is...... Ghouls?Fern watched in shock at the monster scurrying outside the gate. "Where the hell is this!" he shouted, still unheeded.

The gate was finally completely destroyed, and the archers scrambled to shoot their bows and arrows at the influx of monsters, but the ghouls did not know the pain, and even though they were covered with bows and arrows, they still rushed towards the soldiers. Soon, the archers had to abandon their bows and arrows, draw their short swords at their waists, and engage the ghouls in hand-to-hand combat. The ghouls outside the gate rushed like a tide, and the demons appeared behind them, and it didn't take long for the soldiers guarding the gate to be unable to hold on, and almost all the troops were wiped out, and the screams before death were endless.

At this moment, a loud voice resounded throughout the fortress, "For Artuna, for Wallis!" Fern followed the voice, and a warrior with a vicissitudes of face and a group of scarred soldiers was approaching here. The demon saw them, commanded the ghouls to meet them, and the two armies immediately fought each other, the soldiers were very heroic, but the gloom tide was endless, and almost all the soldiers finally lost their strength after killing several ghouls, and were stabbed into the body by several swords, and fell down forever. The warriors who led the way fought until the last moment, repelling several attacks by the Dark Tide with the last few soldiers in front of a wall, only to be cut to the ground by the Blades.

"Botarus is dead, Lucius is dead, even the Great Sage is dead, we have no hope!" "Run, we've lost, Magnus is finished!" the surviving soldiers began to retreat, their will completely shattered.

Magnus? This is Magnus Fortress! Is it still losing? Fern was running blankly in the Aska, the corpses of fallen soldiers everywhere, the blood staining the ground red, and almost no place was dry. Houses and tents were burning, the dark tide was sweeping away the remaining soldiers, and wails echoed through the sky.

Suddenly, he saw several familiar figures. "Stan!" he ran, only to see the knight slicing a demon in half. "Run, I'll cut off!" Stan shouted behind him. Fern looked behind the knight, and he saw three mages, "Ness!" he cried out.

His companions still couldn't hear him, and the three mages kept casting magic to repel the rushing tide, and they wanted to break through, but they were already surrounded by layers of the tide. Wave after wave of dark tides rushed forward, and the mages' mental power gradually dried up, and Stan was covered in wounds, unable to withstand another attack.

"Stop, you monsters!" Fern waved his hands, slamming the ghoul in front of him, but his fist slammed into the air in vain. The ghouls swarmed up and drowned the four.

"No!!," Fern roared hoarsely, and sat up from the grass. It turned out to be a dream...... Fern looked around, and although the trees were gradually withering, they were still very quiet. Enoch was still asleep, and the snoring was so loud that Fern wondered how he had fallen asleep before. Miluria and Nigel stared at him sleepily, apparently just awakened by his screams.

"What's wrong, Fern?" Miruria rubbed her eyes and sat up.

Fern gasped heavily, only to realize that his close-fitting shirt was soaked with sweat. "I dreamed of the fortress of Magnus, we lost, there were corpses of soldiers everywhere, it was burning everywhere, Adeline, Botarus, Lucius were dead, the fortress was lost, and my companions...... All dead. ”

Miluria looked at Fern with concern. "It's just a dream, don't worry too much about it. ”

"But it's so real, I'm really worried about Magnus Fortress right now...... Isn't it already what I dreamed it to be? Fern wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Nigel sat upright and closed his eyes. "It only shows your inner worries, and I don't think you have the ability to predict the future in your dreams. ”

Fern glanced at the mage. "Looks like you're finally back to normal, Nigel. ”

Nigel had no expression on his face and did not respond to the mercenary until five minutes later, when the mage opened his eyes. "I'm almost recovered, it's time to go. ”

"To Magnus Fortress?" asked Miruria, puzzled.

"Yes, the Seven Gods have given us these four dragons not just to escape from the warped plane, they have a much more important role. Nigel stood up, walked over to a green young dragon, and held out his hand.

The young dragon had also woken up from its slumber, looked over it curiously, and saw Nigel's outstretched hand, not resisting at all, allowing the mage to caress his chin.

"Miruria, wake Enoch up. Fern nodded to the scout and got up and walked towards the red dragon he had ridden earlier. Although he had broken several thick branches in the woods before, the red dragon didn't seem to be hurt at all, and still hissed softly at the mercenary.

"It likes you. Nigel glanced sideways at the red dragon. "You should give it a name. ”

"Name Wallis's Guardian? Fern smiled and shook his head, trying to reach out to the young dragon.

"Adult dragons are the guardians, and dragons who can speak human language are even rarer, and for most dragons, they should have disappeared from Wallis long ago, and it was the Dark Lord who forcibly kept them. Nigel withdrew his hand and sighed. "These four young dragons are like orphans. ”

Fern looked sympathetically at the young dragon in front of him, his long rough tongue sticking out of the dragon's mouth with sharp teeth, licking the mercenary's hand. "You're right, Nigel, but we're going to take them into battle, and they're going to die as soon as they hatch. ”

"It's up to you to decide if you die, Fern. Nigel whispered something from his mouth and flew onto the green dragon's back.

Fern glanced at Enoch and Miruria, who were walking towards them, and began to think about how to climb onto the dragon's back, but to his surprise, the young dragon seemed to understand what was going on in his heart, and actually bent his neck himself. Fern slowly walked up the thick neck to the young dragon's scaly back.

All four of them sat on the dragon's back, ready to go. Nigel's baby dragon took off first, and after a while there was only a small dot left. The other three immediately followed, and the young dragon's flight speed was very fast, and the cold wind whistled in their ears, blowing and they could only squint their eyes.

Enoch hugged the young dragon's neck tightly. "Without the reins, I don't know how we escaped on them before. ”

"It's just the right time to learn how to balance on the way to Magnus Fortress. Fern leaned over the dragon's back, his body swaying with the young dragon.

"I seem to have found a trick. Miruria shouted excitedly, the green drake changing angles under the scout's command, while the rider remained steady on his back, only occasionally swaying his body.

"Women do have a talent for taming animals. Fern swayed on the young dragon's back, and several times had to hold the young dragon's neck with both hands to barely manage his balance.

Miruria triumphantly flew to the two men, and the air currents from the young dragon's wings caused them to lose their balance again. "How else can you men be tamed?" With that, the scout led the young dragon forward quickly, leaving two men lying on the dragon's back.

"We're not animals!" Enoch shouted, but the scout couldn't hear him anymore. "Hell, I don't believe I can't catch up with her. The warrior hugged the young dragon's neck with one hand, and with the other hand in front of him, he tried to block out some of the cold wind blowing in front of him. "Yo hoo!" the warrior let out a strange cry and sped forward.

Fern buried his head behind the young dragon's head, his chest almost against the dragon's back, and the young dragon began to accelerate. "I'm here, Stan, Ray, Ness, you must wait for me!"