Repon finally ran out of the council hall, and he ran far away without seeing a single guard, but the thunderous shouts of the distance came into his ears. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was happy and anxious, the path of the golden palace was too complicated for him to remember, so he could only run forward along the shouts.

He saw a small golden fence and rolled over and climbed over it. Then he saw a golden fountain—a place he seemed to have visited, where someone had been burned, and he was glad that day.

The sound came from all directions, and Repon had just run to a fork in the road, and he was confused again. The golden gallery looked all the same, with "portraits of dead men" hanging on them—as his mother said, with dazzling patterns on the top.

Repon was a little annoyed, he had been so happy when he had found that there was no Iron Monster, and now he had circled the Golden Palace for an unknown number of times—and there was still no one, and he could not even order anyone to take him to a place where there was a fire and a sound.

"Order! order!" Repon shouted several times, opening his voice.

No one answered him, only echoes echoed through the empty walls. The large number of court maids and miscellaneous servants in the past are now hiding from the war, while the Praetorian Guard is tired of fighting, no one is loyal to the Queen Mother and the little king, and the noisy Golden Palace is now empty.

As a last resort, Repon could only continue to run, and he fell a few times on the way. Bruises on the legs and elbows had never been done before. He yelled angrily, but unlike usual, no one responded to his request.

"Die!" Repon cried and stamped his feet, but no death row prisoner was brought to him.

After some anxious collision, the sky was dark, and the surrounding scene became darker and darker. He saw that the fire was still flickering in the distance, and he walked down the corridor into another empty hall.

He could barely see the road, and the flame that had burned just now was gone. Fortunately, he saw a wall lamp being lit in the cloister not far away.

He also seemed to hear whispers of the hidden porter and handyman talking in a whisper to relieve their fears.

"I heard that there are tens of thousands of troops outside. ”

"I think they'll rush in soon, and when the time comes, they'll bow down and surrender, and be humble—they won't hurt you, as the old king did when he died, and no one cares if a sweeping woman lives or dies. ”

"Yes, but I'm still scared...... I heard that they came from the north, and ate raw meat and clothed themselves in animal skins. ”

"That's all old rumors......"

Repon, of course, did not understand this, but he knew that there were people, and there was fire. This swept away his anxiety, and his muscles tightened with anger just now.

He tried to jump up, but found that the wall lamp was too high to reach. Then he found a rotten ladder next to it, perhaps left by the handyman.

He brought the ladder over, climbed up a few times, and found that he was finally able to reach the wick.

Looking at the bright flames, Repon finally stopped being annoyed, and he stretched out his hand to grab the wick. The flames immediately reddened his skin.

The pain caused Column to scream and almost fall off the ladder. He had never been so insulted, waving his burned palms and shouting, "Die!"

However, no one responded to him, and the rustling just now came to an abrupt end. The wick is still burning vigorously.

Repon climbed down the ladder and stood on the ground, he looked around and saw that there was nothing to smash. He was angry and hungry, and it was time for dinner, and there should be beef bones and steaks in front of him, but it was getting darker and darker, and there was nothing.

He couldn't stand the feeling of things getting out of hand, and the only thing he could touch was the ladder and the wick, which was too hot.

In desperation, Repon may have thought of the most clever method of his life - lifting a ladder and smashing it against the lampshade. His strength was astonishing, and the half-man-high ladder was easily lifted and slammed against the lampshade.

The lampshade was not strong, and it was quickly smashed to pieces, and it fell to pieces, and the wick and the lamp oil rolled to the ground together, and instantly ignited a bright tongue of fire, which was a palm's high.

Repon threw away the ladder, clapped his hands and shouted, "Fire, fire!"

It was the first time he had seen this playful thing up close. He kicked with his foot, some of the fine plush was burned off his boots, and he smelled the burnt smell of oil and fur.

Liega laughed loudly, seeing that the flames were getting smaller and smaller, he desperately tried to find something to ignite. He tried it with a ladder first, and found that the flames did not ignite the wooden ladder at all. He thought for a moment, then took off his tie and threw it on the oil.

At this moment, the flames swallowed the tie in a flash, and it was as high as Liepin's calf, and the color changed from dark blue to orange-red. Repon liked it so much that he jumped and laughed.

Next, he threw the silk coat into it again, and the flame suddenly became half a cut shorter, and he was in a hurry, when a gust of wind blew, and the flame tongue grew again, this time as high as a thigh.

Repon mastered his technique, and became more and more excited, and he first pushed the wooden ladder into the fire, and then scurried around again to find something to burn.

In the dim light of the fire, he went on a rampage and suddenly struck a door, which he kicked in anger, knocking down the frame of the door that had fallen into disrepair, revealing a pile of fire-burning wood.

At last, Repon found something to throw into the fire.

He walked back with two logs in his arms, and came to the still burning fire, which was now up to the wooden ladder, and was rising inch by inch along the ladder.

Repon threw the firewood heavily in the flames and began to crouch down to admire his masterpiece. The flames quickly climbed up the dry wood, burning more and more, changing into different shapes, some of which flew so high that they rushed straight into his face.

Repon sat on the ground in shock, but the bright tongue of flame made him forget his anger and immerse himself in it.

"Fire, fire!" said Liepan, who slapped the ground with his hands and feet, his cries mixed with the crackling of burning wood.

After a while, he found that the light of the fire seemed to dim again, and he remembered something, got up from the ground, ran to the firewood room again, and brought out several pieces of firewood.

He threw the dry wood into the fire, and after a brief weakening, the flames suddenly became magnificent, and the tongues of fire suddenly brightened and expanded rapidly, and the orange-red tail of the flame was even higher than that of Liepen.

The wind swept in all around, and the heat swirled around Repon, bringing him to tears. The flames grew brighter and brighter, and soon like a thriving monster, began to greedily devour everything.

Repon was so excited that he saw that he had done a miracle with his own hands, and he threw wood into the fire again and again, and the heat pushed him farther and farther away, and the blue flames at the beginning now covered half of the walls.

The wind was swept in, and the tongues of fire swirled with the air current, twisted into a ball, and spiraled upward. Black smoke evaporates from the charcoal, giving off an unpleasant smell. (To be continued.) )