A terrible shout pierced through several layers of wood, deep into the dark basement, and into Balk's ears, causing him to stiffen involuntarily, and his already somewhat groggy spirit became tense again.

He first turned his head to look around him, and found that his youngest daughter Hujka was still asleep at this time, and he didn't seem to be awakened by this scream, and he was immediately relieved.

However, seeing the trace of dark red blood on Huyka's originally straight face that had not completely receded, his face still irrepressibly became a little more gloomy.

The riots have been going on until the fifth day.

From the time he sensed something was wrong four days ago, Balk had barely left the basement in the past four days with Heuka, who was just over two years old, in his arms.

He knew very well that the current capital of the Dro kingdom, Dro City, had already fallen into chaos, and those damned Dro people were searching for them everywhere, outsiders, and as long as they caught him, neither he nor Hujka would escape a tragic fate.

But...... What's the use of continuing to hide here?

The supplies stored in the basement didn't last long, and more importantly, there weren't any medicines here.

Heuka already had some signs of a cold yesterday, and now she has a fever, although this makes her in a groggy state, you don't have to worry about her unconsciously making a sound to be discovered by the Dro mob outside, but she is only a two-year-old child, if she doesn't get any treatment, sooner or later she will not be able to persevere.

Balk reached out and touched Heuka's forehead. Feel the heat in the palm of your hand. Secretly made up his mind.

At all costs. I'm going to find a way to go out today.

In addition to trying to get some medicinal herbs to treat Huyka, it is also necessary to find out what is going on outside and try to find a way out of this purgatory.

Although Balk knew very well in his heart that now that even the king of Dro City had fallen into such a riot, then even if he left Dro City, the situation would not be much better.

For him, a foreigner, the entire kingdom of the Dero tribe will be like purgatory.

He was just an ordinary person, and it was almost an impossible task to escape from the Dro kingdom with a two-year-old child in his arms.

However, he had no choice.

Rather than stay here and die. He had to take a gamble.

Balk took the only remaining bottle of water next to him, carefully fed Hujka a few mouthfuls in a small cup, then thought for a moment, picked up the little food left, and chewed on the remaining water.

The smell of corpses seeping through the wooden planks mixed with the turbid smell in the basement, making the smell of the whole basement disgusting, and the things in his hands had long since become hard, and the aroma of food had long been lost.

Yet he still gulped it down, trying his best to swallow it into his stomach.

He knew that his next move would have to be physically supportive.

While eating, I accumulate physical strength. Balk stared at the light shining through the cracks in the planks of the basement entrance overhead.

Wait until the light fades and eventually fades. Balk took a deep breath and fed Huyka a few more sips of water, and after making sure that although Hujka was still in a semi-conscious state, he was not in much danger for the time being, and then he settled down and leaned near the exit.

After listening for a while, and making sure there was no movement outside, Balk quietly pushed open the basement baffle.

Moonlight shone through the window into the room, and Balk squinted his eyes and looked around, the first thing that caught his eye was a white flowery body.

The corpse, which had long since lost any life and was not covered in an inch, was Balk's wife.

Four days earlier, the Dro mob had stormed Balk's house, and although Balk had taken a step forward and hid in the basement with Hujka in his arms, his wife and his eldest son, Romon, who had only returned home later, had fallen into the hands of the mobs.

Balk's wife was gang-raped by the mob and then eventually tortured and killed, and Romon was brutally murdered by the mob.

Looking at Lomon's unrecognizable and mutilated corpse lying not far from his wife's corpse, Balk's dead heart couldn't help but tremble rapidly.

If it had been possible, he should have rushed out and fought the thugs four days ago when he was in the basement listening to the screams of his wife and Romon .

But for the sake of Huyka, he finally endured it.

He didn't know how he had come these days, and if it weren't for Huyka's existence, he would have collapsed.

Now, however, even Hueyka is in a dangerous situation, forcing him, a man who has always been rebuked by his wife as cowardly, to take risks.

After taking a deep look at the bodies of his wife and Romon, Balk did not touch them, but carefully scraped a layer of fire ash from the fireplace that had long been extinguished, and spread it evenly over his hair.

He is from the kingdom of Lampari and is born with burgundy hair, while the Dro people are naturally gray, and if they go out like this, they will be easily recognized.

After carefully making this disguise, Balk looked down at himself, sniffed to make sure there were not too many noticeable smells, and then took a look at the situation outside, and quietly pushed the door out the back door.

It was late at night, and there were no people on this remote street.

But the flames could still be seen in the distance, and from time to time there could be terrible screams and unbridled laughter.

It is clear that the Dro thugs are still doing their own thing.

Balk didn't know how many outsiders like him were in Dro, but he was sure that there weren't many who would survive the riot.

The pharmacy was at the other end of the street, and Balk had to cross the entire street to get there.

Fortunately, the street was so remote that there were no people on the street at this time, so Balk was able to reach the pharmacy without any danger.

The shop was run by a man who was also from the kingdom of Lampari. Because they all use special medicinal herbs provided by the Moon Shadow Clan. The effect is good enough. So business is usually very good.

However, now the pharmacy has apparently been ransacked by the thugs, and not only does the gate not know where it flew, but it is also a mess inside.

Balk searched it for a long time by moonlight with his memory, and finally found some remaining medicinal materials in a corner medicine chest.

At this time, he was very glad that he usually knew some basic medical knowledge when chatting with the owner of this pharmacy, otherwise he would not be able to do anything even if he put the medicinal herbs in front of him at this time.

Instead of returning home immediately after obtaining the herbs, Balk left the street and tried to explore outside.

He has another task. It is to find out the situation in the city and prepare for the next escape from Dro.

Balk's house is located in the west side of the city of Dro, about three blocks from the west gate of the city of Dro, which is not far, but it is not very close.

The most important thing was that the middle of the road was through the main road leading to the West City Gate, which was not as remote as the street he was on now.

Sure enough, as Balk crossed the two streets and walked onto the main road, he was confronted by a crowd of Dro.

Balk's heart tightened, but on the surface he tried to make a calm appearance. greeted him indifferently.

"Hey, bro. It's so late, and you've just come back from there?"

When the group on the opposite side saw Balk, a young man in the lead shouted hello.

From the staggered appearance of a group of people and the smell of wine in their mouths, it can be seen that these guys should have just finished drinking.

Balk was about to reply with a reluctant smile, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of what the two Droz people were carrying, and his eyes suddenly widened, and he could no longer speak.

The things that these two Dero people were carrying in their hands were round, and if you looked closely, they were actually two human heads!

Seeing the blankness on the faces of the two heads through the moonlight and the firelight of the street, Balk felt a tumbling in his stomach, almost throwing up what he had just barely swallowed.

Seeing Balk's ugly face, the Dro tribesman who had just greeted him grabbed Balk's shoulders and said loudly: "Hey, brother, do you still have anything unhappy? Don't worry, if you're not happy, we'll find another stranger to make you happy." Brothers, do you think it's okay?"

"Good!"

Behind him, a group of other Droz people cheered loudly.

Balk forcibly resisted the urge to punch this guy in the face, and said with a smile: "Nothing unhappy, just happened to be out of ......"

Before he could finish speaking, two Dero tribesmen gathered around, and one of them raised the huge wine bottle in his hand and fed it to his mouth, and while feeding, he still shouted vaguely: "No matter what is unhappy, just take a drink." It's a dwarven wine, and it's great. ”

Balk didn't dare to drink at this time, and tried his best to hide.

However, how could a drunk man allow the others to refuse his drinking, and prevent the other two Dro people from grabbing Balk directly, and the Dro man carried the barrel and forced it into Balk's mouth.

Balk twisted his head hard, but just hit the Dro's arm, causing the bottle in his hand to fly, and the wine flew in all directions.

Instead of being angry, the Dro laughed.

"Okay, brother, it turns out that you like to drink so boldly, I like it, come, come, I'll ...... again"

His voice stopped abruptly, and he pointed at Balk with a look of astonishment.

Balk was stunned, and suddenly noticed that the top of his head was full of coldness, and suddenly his heart was shocked, and he cried out.

"He's red-haired!He's not from our people! He's a foreigner from the west!" the Dro man, who was about to feed Balk wine, suddenly cried out aloud.

Balk couldn't care so much at this time, and with his arms strong, he broke away from the two Dro people who kept him, and then kicked the shouting Dro in the stomach, turned around and ran.

The group of Dero people were stunned for a moment before they reacted, and immediately chased after them with shouts and screams.

Balk knew that he would not be able to dodge on the avenue, so he turned and rushed towards a nearby street.

However, just around the corner, I saw a group of Dero people walking towards me.

Balk's heart suddenly shuddered.

After all, this is the royal capital of the Dero Kingdom, and the Dero people are everywhere in this city, and he, a foreigner, may have to fight alone.

But how could he fight in the face of an enemy who was far outnumbered by his countless times?

Looking at the Dro people surrounding him in front and back, Balk only felt as if he was in the middle of an abyss, and a deep despair welled up in his heart.

Could it be that he can't take Hueyka out of this human purgatory after all?

At that moment, a slightly strange whistling sound fell from the sky, and then a flash of fire smashed right into the oncoming group of Dro.

"Boom-"

A violent explosion sounded, and the group of Dero people on the opposite side were all blown up in an instant. (To be continued......)