The cold winds, damp and icy as should have been the climate in Cassan, but the northeastern part of the interior is unusually dry and muggy, and even the cold winds from the coast that fill it with moisture cannot bring any coolness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The normally dry gray-brown earth had already dried up and cracked in patches, not due to the climatic changes of the dry and rainy seasons, because the underground world did not have the scorching sun.

The last time this anomaly appeared was a hundred years ago, and in the history of the old people's word of mouth, every vision appeared to mean a large-scale "demonic invasion".

For others, Hell and demons are terrifying things that can only be found in epic legends, but the people of Kassanr are no strangers to all kinds of demons. Many of them have even experienced a battle with a demon firsthand, of course, it may be just a small demon boy or a bad demon, but people always exaggerate when they brag about it, such as having a pair of demon wings, and there is nothing wrong with calling the demon boy a fire demon, right?

However, boasting is boasting, when they really have to face a demon that smells of rotten eggs and is full of scorching magma, and the blazing flames, the braggies of the past have long been thrown into which corner, and all that remains is fear and trembling that permeates the whole body, and the fate of the next can be imagined.

However, Ludin is one of the lucky ones, unfortunately, he did encounter the Fire Demon, and fortunately, he survived.

Even though many days had passed, the horrific scene of that day was still vivid, and the fire demon made Ludin sweat profusely just by standing in front of him, like bread that had been placed in the oven, and it was still about to burn. The flames on his body swirled and flew, and with a wave of his hand, the lame old gold, who had been blowing water with Ludin in the past, turned into a humanoid torch, and was quickly burned to a black, charred corpse before he had time to wail a few times.

Ludin would feel nauseous and retching whenever he recalled the scene, but the emaciated middle-aged man had little time to reminisce after days of fugitive trekking, and exhaustion often occupied his body and spirit.

Ludin rubbed his sour eyes, forced his heavy eyelids, and took his gloomy gaze away from the chaos of the makeshift camp to look at the young man who had saved his life. He said that he was a young man, but only because he was younger than Ludin, in fact, the red-haired Kegel had a mature and masculine appearance, and he looked no more than thirty years old, but he could show the kind of commanding and unhurried leadership temperament that Ludin had only seen in his life, although this braggart guy didn't have much knowledge.

However, one thing Ludin can be sure of is that without Kegel, their chaotic team would not have been able to hold out until they crossed the Red Fire Ridge Valley and stepped into the gray corner.

In the middle of the grey-brown wilderness, a group of hundreds of refugees stayed on the cracked ground with no shelter and no water. Obviously, this is not a good place to stay, but Kegel knows that if he doesn't stop to recuperate, the already chaotic team will likely be torn apart, and it will be difficult to maintain this state of danger, tense nerves, and strong breathing.

When the time comes, the word collapse will be more than just a description.

There were women and children in the procession of several hundred, and the worst young men with a stick in their hands, and the old men, if not those who had not died in the sudden calamity, were all abandoned.

At this point, Kegel showed ruthless decisiveness and determination, but even so, the team that fled day and night was still caught up by the demons who went south, and several times almost wiped out, and the original team of thousands of people was not even a third, but such a survival rate is already worthy of everyone's congratulations.

For only the living can raise such emotions.

In the camp where they were simply stationed, almost everyone was silent and depressed, and even the crying gradually disappeared for days.

"There's a demon!! there's a demon!ah!! demon!!"

Suddenly, a shrill cry exploded from the camp with hysterical fear. The already grassy team was instantly chaotic, and the spreading fear was eating away at what little reason people had left, and the tight string was almost about to break.

However, just as everything was moving towards an uncontrollable situation, a roar that overshadowed all the cacophony resounded throughout the camp: "Shut up, who the fuck says there is a demonic !!"

The roar of the bell startled everyone in a panic, and of course there was a slight tinnitus, but it has to be said that it did prevent the chaos from fermenting. It is also a pity that the size of the team of hundreds of people is not large, and if the number of people is several times more, it is useless to cut the throat.

These foul words were not shouted by Kegel, but by his right-hand man, Wislaud, known as the "loud voice". The muscular man with a beard and a shiny bald head that reflected light led a small group of warriors through the chaotic crowd towards the source of the still screaming and screaming.

"There are demons! There are so many demons!! ahhhh!!!h

The calmed crowd dispersed, revealing a ragged refugee with a twisted and frightened expression, screaming hoarsely and scurrying around like a headless fly, looking like a nervous breakdown.

Without saying a word, Verlaud strode up to the madman, and with a slap in the face, he called the man to death.

The abrupt cessation of screaming caused the camp to fall silent again, and only then did Kegel's figure appear in front of everyone, his voice not loud, but with a determination and composure like a mainstay.

"The demon is on its way, and we're about to step over the gray corner into the dungeon of Vilzan! Hope is ahead! Who would want to fall in such a place?"

Kegel did not speak at length, and after a few words of encouragement, he ordered the troops to leave camp and set out immediately, and he must fill the hearts of the people with exhaustion, and squeeze out fear and confusion.

A moment later, the bony wheels began to roll along the cracked land with the low roar of the beast of burden, and the people walked like lead, dragging their exhausted bodies towards the endless distance.

And at the end of their line of sight, in a blank area near the edge of the gray horn near the peak of the spear, a white light suddenly shone, and as the ripples of the space were quickly smoothed, several figures appeared out of thin air on the cracked gray-brown earth, raising a thin cloud of dust. (To be continued.) )