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In ancient times, ignorant people worshipped and believed that flame was a means for the gods to manifest themselves in the world, and a gift from the gods to favor mankind.

It can even be said that the flame promoted the development of society in ancient times and played a vital role in the progress of civilization.

Fire can drive out wild beasts and protect human safety, fire can cook food to avoid the sickness caused by raw food, and fire can also make smelting utensils to enrich human society.

But at the same time, flames are often associated with disasters.

Countless dynasties and countless painful lessons in history are all related to the flames. Not to mention the fire in Xiliu City, the deceased Earl Bowen threw a fire on the ground, burning more than 100,000 people, destroying a city, and destroying a historical mark.

Now, the two soldiers were confronted with almost exactly the same thing that the citizens of the city of Westflow had shown on the night it was burned.

The fallen soldier tore his sleeve vigorously and put it under the tip of his nose, sniffed it vigorously, and a faint special and familiar smell instantly filled his nostrils.

Kerosene!

Thermal oil is a cheap synthetic, and there are abundant oil deposits in the underground of this continent, but it may be because of the difference in the rules of the two worlds, and the oil in the other world has completely different characteristics from the black and viscous crude oil in this world. The "oil" of this world is clearer than the black crude oil, and the yellow liquid is slightly cloudy, with some characteristic taste, and slightly pungent.

Wren heard Versace say that this situation was because of the magic element. Almost everything in the Central Empire is polluted by the elements, and this world is actually pretty much the same. It's not about now, it's about ancient times, the time when the gods were in the sky before these fire oils became oil. After being polluted and filtered by the magic elements, many things are naturally purified in the process of degradation, leaving only a relatively pure liquid.

This liquid is fire oil.

After the oil is mined, it cannot be used for combustion immediately, otherwise it is very likely that the phenomenon of deflagration will occur, and it is necessary to add some alchemy powder and stir it well to obtain a stable oil after being stirred. The pungent smell of such oil will be a little less, and the burning will be less violent, but at least it will be stable and there will be no uncontrollable deflagration.

The young soldiers were well aware of what the smell meant, and as a private soldier of the nobility, they would definitely have to come into contact with these things. Fire oil is not only a sharp weapon for the defending side in siege warfare, but also an essential item for field marches. It is much more convenient and quick to take a few pieces of wood, pour some oil on it and then light the fire, than simply use wood chips to start the fire little by little.

But this is not on the city wall, nor in the barracks, and there is so much fire oil on this slippery ground, what does it mean?

Means fire!

And who is the target of the fire?

Nothing more than troops stationed in the middle of the road and in the woods!

The thought of the whole army being roasted like a roast chicken in a huge oven with a merciless flame made the soldier's stomach sore again, and the sound of the water wet his crotch, and the dampness and heat could not shake him in the slightest. At the moment when his sharp, twisted voice sounded, a low bush suddenly stood up out of the corner of his eye. As he turned his head to look at the bush, the bush pulled out a fire sickle from its roots, hit it, and threw it towards the ground.

Time seemed to enter a relatively slow rhythm at this moment, the annoying mosquitoes in the ears flapped their wings and made an annoying vibration sound, and a drop of water dripped from a leaf at the edge of the sight. The birds that are about to take off in the air flutter their wings slowly, each feather arranged in a neat pattern.

The looming flame appeared on the scythe, swirling and slowly falling to the ground as the scythe fell. The dwarf bush was not a tree man or anything like that, but a disguise, and he was turning slowly, his eyes fixed on the deeper part of the forest, his puffed mouth closed and the whistle tightly wrapped between his lips, and a wave of sound spread out from the whistle, like ripples on the surface of the water, rippling rapidly around him layer by layer.

The soldier even felt the sound wave touching his body, and his bare air skin sensed the faint force and bounced back the sound wave.

He wanted to follow the man away, but his movements became unusually slow, and with the strength of the milk, he only kept his heels off the ground, and his toes were still firmly on the ground. The corners of his eyes almost cracked, his throat ached like a tear, and he slowly turned his head to glance at his friend. The friend looked at him in surprise, and there was still a smile in his eyes that reflected a little fire.

He simply didn't know what was going on, maybe he didn't know, and there was the benefit of not knowing.

The fire scythe fell on the dirt and bounced, and the flames engulfed everything around it like a flood that broke the embankment, and spread out in all directions at a rapid speed. This speed was definitely faster than the speed of a human run, and the lightning speed spread to a large area of nearby woods in an instant.

With a bang, a hot wave of air in the forest suddenly crashed into the camp like a tsunami. The people who were standing almost couldn't stand steadily, and some of the ordinary tents were blown into the air. Just as the people looked at the depths of the dense forest in astonishment, the red Grim Reaper completely devoured them in an instant!

The relentless fire burned everything that could be incinerated even what could not be ignited, and was stripped of all moisture in the heat and began to crumble.

Wren and Jasmine stood on a higher hill in the distance, and several elite guards protected Wren in the middle. It's just that their movements are extremely stiff at this time, and their eyes widen one by one, showing frightened expressions, looking at the official road that was burned. With their dog brains, which are not much bigger than the night owl's brains, they can't think for themselves at this moment!

The updrafts generated by the bursting flames swept through the terrified screams and screams of the people in the fire, and soared into the sky! In an instant, it dispersed the flock of birds in the sky that were boiling over from the fire, and even frightened several birds into fluttering and falling from the air.

The animals of the whole area, rushing around, their brains unable to think too complicated things told them that if they didn't go, they would never go. Compared with the fear of human beings in the face of fire, the fear of fire in animals is deeper into the bone marrow and soul!

In just a few moments, Wren saw dozens of animals frantically passing by them, including two Demon Light Cultivators, a very ferocious hunter, said to be a degenerate magical beast like the Dugal Cheetah.

At the head of Moria's city, Holiks looked at the continuous fire, his eyelids kept beating, and he realized at this time why after Wren came, Pilagos, who was obviously superior, chose to retreat, instead of facing Wren, who was obviously less numerous than him.

It was at this moment that he realized the meaning behind Wren's titles.

He never imagined that war could be fought in such a way. While pretending to be reserved in his heart, there was also a trace of throbbing.

Chivalry?

Aristocratic demeanor?

In the face of life and death, there is really no point!

Such a fire burned for two days before it was gradually extinguished.

The fate of the rebels caught in the fire was particularly tragic, either being consumed by the fire and becoming the fertilizer of the next cycle of nature, or in the process of escaping the fire, the city was torn to pieces by the Burning Legion. With an army of less than 5,000 men, Wren wiped out the advance of the rebels.

This battle not only boosted the morale of Moria City, but also pushed Rennes' prestige to a peak. Even his name in the southeast spread with the fire in the northwest.

The title of butcher and executioner is already a very mild title.

A demon in human skin, a devil from hell, can manifest all of him.

When Empress Pars learned of this, she immediately sent him a commendation and encouraged him to continue his efforts to clear all the rebels from Hagrid Province as soon as possible, and to ensure the safety of Hagrid Province.

On the other hand, Pilagos was grim-faced.

40,000 people, not a small number, the number of people who fled back is less than 6,000, and many of them are suffering minor or serious injuries, and after losing the support of the church, it will take at least ten days and half a month for these people to regain their combat effectiveness. Seeing so many people wiped out in an instant, the flames of anger in Pilagos' undulating chest were about to explode!

If he could curse, he would definitely curse, and perhaps say something worse than that.

Clutching his chest, his gloomy eyes were about to squeeze out a splash, and his grim gaze swept over the faces of many people. He knew very well that if the war went well, these people would all be honest dogs. Dogs can only have a better way out when they follow their owners. But if the war doesn't go well, these people will become wolves, wolves have no owner, and when the need arises, they will gnaw their own kind into bare bones.

"Where's Riddle?", he didn't need to hide anything at this time, and the tyrannical murderous aura in his tone was like an ice storm in the cold winter, which made people's hearts chill.

One soldier replied: "General Riddle is recuperating from his wounds, he has slight burns on his legs, and he can't get off the ground for the time being." ”

Pilagos sneered twice, and said exaggeratedly in a mocking tone: "God of Light is above, slight burns?He buried 40,000 of my warriors, but now he can't go down to the ground because of slight burns?", his gaze stayed on the body of a seventh-level sword master beside him, "Go, drag him over." ”