In the end, hundreds of people embarked on this journey to leave the destroyed City of Fire. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info This is already the vast majority of people.

This is indeed a journey, and according to Ying Lan, they will eventually set foot on a huge castle that can move, and then drift through a dangerous and unknown dark world without the protection of the flames.

In fact, if it weren't for the two elders taking the lead and the name of Watlier, most people wouldn't have followed. Because they all know how dangerous it is to be in a world outside the scope of the flames. Even so, most of them were pessimistic, and most of them believed that without the protection of the flames, even if they had two elders to protect them, they would die tragically soon after embarking on their journey.

Lynch knew in his heart that the flame had not really died, and that flame did not know in what way it was in Luo Yu's body now. It represents the so-called hope.

Among the hundreds, Lynch didn't find a few familiar friends, he was only in the middle of the group now, staying with Lily, and her father was also beside him, but the whole person looked a little sluggish, and Lynch guessed that it was probably because he lost his partner.

The two girls had conspicuously become one of the leaders of the team, and they and the two elders were at the front of the group, not too fast, and to take care of some of the flame followers who had lost most of their abilities due to the flames and had become a little weak.

It's rare to encounter any blind monsters on the way, and most of the people who have experienced changes in the City of Flames know in their hearts that this is because most of the monsters are almost dead.

"By the way, Lynch, did you see Patch before?"

Kenwall, who was already very tall, looked at Lynch with a serious face, the muscles on his body were clear and angular, his wide chin, his still small eyes, and his blonde hair and some scattered freckles, which made Lynch always have a strange sense of déjà vu.

As early as the disaster, the courier reminded the entire Fred family to evacuate, except for one family member who went out to open up the area, all the other capable people survived, and Kenwo was naturally one of them.

"Patch...... I guess I'm dead. Lynch responded, not looking up at the tall man next to him, he wanted to try to care more about why his future father-in-law had aged by more than a decade in a short period of time. Lily was holding her father's hand in front of them, and would look back at Lynch from time to time.

"Dead...... Hey, that's a shame. Kenwo also sighed: "Before, I thought that after he had three talents, we would go to Kai Kai and find you together." ”

"Don't say that. We should look forward, have you forgotten all the stories I told you before? Lynch didn't want to tell Kenwall that he had killed Patch earlier, "It's just that I didn't expect to say goodbye to Mrs. Fran like this." ”

Mrs. Fran, who had taken care of him for nearly three years, also died in this accident, and when Lynch inquired before, she heard that she was in the pharmacy in the central area before the disaster to take care of the possessed people who were a little unstable, or had been about to be swallowed by the possession but could still be saved, so she had no chance of survival.

Lynch somehow sighed with Kenwall, and no one else from the previous class survived except for a few of them.

Lin actually really didn't want to recall, after all, there was still some emotion in it.

A little, if only a little.

In this cataclysm, he was no different from an ant. It was just a hunt, and then everything just happened. He didn't even have the slightest presence. It was a very uncomfortable feeling for Lynch, and he didn't want to go through it a second time.

Ordinary people are powerless in the face of natural disasters, while the weak are not fundamentally different from ordinary people when faced with things that they are beyond their control.

What Lynch didn't know was that in the face of this so-called disaster, whether it was a person with only a few talents like him, or the chief elder, all of them could actually be regarded as ordinary people. Maybe the chief can be a little better.

......

In the sheer darkness, an ethereal voice rang out. It's like a drop of water on a dead pond, rippling with waves.

Who are you?" the voice asked, its tone full of malice and madness, accompanied by bursts of unspeakable screams and sounds of evil thoughts.

Who am I?

You are waste. The voice laughed.

Am I a waste?

You're close to defeat, waste, and this time I'm going to pull you off the brink of death, it's ridiculous that you, who are supposed to be on the brink of life and death, can be defeated by a mage so easily.

Where am I...... Who am I?

You would have been a nightmare for the hopeless, the loser, and the unfortunate, you would have destroyed all hope, and you would have been our best work. But now, you have lost the qualifications to approach us, to serve us, to look up to us, to sing about us, and you will become an eternal pursuer, forever chasing the hope and light that may exist, until you are completely dead.

With this long series of words, the dark world suddenly brightened, but the sense of evil that far surpassed him in this blinding blue light made him very uncomfortable.

Inside a huge crater in the central area.

"Ahem...... A pale hand stretched out from the white ashes, and a pale young man coughed in embarrassment, crawling out of the small pool of ashes, he was naked, well-proportioned and toned, and looked very powerful.

"Ah......h

"I am ......" he clutched his head, his eyes flashing with an ominous blue light, repeating the words engraved in his mind most mechanically: "I am ...... Stalker, I am the hunter, I come to destroy everything. ”

Misty resentment and inexplicable danger pervade the dark terrain near the center.

Harvey managed to avoid these dangers with his obsession with fire and his prowess for talent, but he couldn't take care of the redheads who also came after him.

However, this in itself is a matter of insignificance, and the christians themselves have lost the meaning of their existence after the flame has been extinguished.

No, I shouldn't think so.

The tired Harvey didn't even pay any attention to the cries for help from behind him, and he stared blankly at the huge crater: "No, it can't be, the eternal flame will never be extinguished so easily...... Even this power ......"

He muttered to himself, but a smile appeared on his face.

"The flame will not be extinguished. ”

Then he jumped.