In the hot air, a gray-winged insect was flapping its slender hind wings, stepping over a huge crack in the valley top, and coming to a steady stop on a raised rock wall. It's a common insect in Echo Canyon, and it's attracted here because of a tender grass that grows vigorously on the rock face.

The Grey Winged Worm moved slowly, its tentacles vibrating slightly in the air, as if to detect possible danger. A pair of light brown compound eyes, completely attracted by the fat emerald green. It is never a picky eater, and for it, this tender grass is enough to feed it.

On the earthy yellow rock wall behind the gray-winged insect, a guy who seemed to be fused with the rough sand and stone moved slightly, and if you didn't look closely, you would even think that the stone like a dead thing could suddenly come to life. It was a medium-sized Scarborough lizard, covered in scales like grains of sand, with a pair of small black dots on its conical eyelids, which were turning irregularly, staring at the prey not far away.

This Yellow Rock lizard will always run out to bask in the sun at the most suitable time of day, and stop by to find its own lunch. It's lazy, and its total range of activities is only a small area, but it has to be said that it is definitely a lucky guy, and it doesn't have to rely on "summer sleep" from time to time because it can't fill its stomach like other people of the same kind. The same is true today, when it finds its prey that has come to its door.

The gray-winged insect was clutching its emerald green leaves and was munching on water-laden food when suddenly, a dangerous breath stopped its hard palate. A pink tongue of flesh shot out of the lizard's slightly grinning mouth, and with a bitter wind, it struck.

Almost instantly, the Graypteran jumped to its feet, and in a state of confusion dodged the fatal blow. The pink tongue fell under it and retracted it in frustration. The lizard was so unhappy that it didn't think at all that the inconspicuous gray-winged insect would dodge its own attack.

The gray-winged worm's body flipped and fell off the rock wall. The lizard stared at its small eyes, full of reluctance to look at the falling figure, thinking about the fate of today's lunch. At that moment, the sky above it suddenly turned gray, as if something was blocking the bright sunlight.

This is not a good sign! The lizard was about to drive its strong limbs away, only to find its scales pierced by several hard hooks, and the pain caused it to feel deep despair for the first time. It was still struggling, but the other party didn't give it a chance to live, and soon, the lizard found itself suddenly leaving the familiar rock wall and being carried into the air.

It was an adult canyon white-billed eagle, its black and shiny plumage reflecting a metallic sheen in the sunlight, a pair of pale yellow talons clasping the lizard's body, and its huge wings flapping, bringing a cloud of sand and gravel to the rock wall.

After a short flight, the eagle stopped on the top of an isolated cliff, and the lizard was still writhing, making a final effort, which upset the eagle, and soon, with the sharp force of its claws, the lizard did not move at all. But the eagle's attention was drawn to the sound coming from the valley floor, a fast-moving team of horses, a large amount of smoke and dust stretching far behind them.

Although such a scene is rare, the strange visitor in the canyon did not affect the eagle, it retracted its sharp gaze, leisurely tended its feathers, and today, it was very satisfied with its lunch.

The escape continued, and Sovereign and the others did not notice the stories of killing and being killed that were happening above their heads, and they put all their thoughts on the road ahead. Although I haven't left Echo Canyon yet, the surrounding scenery has changed significantly.

The huge cliffs scattered throughout the canyon slowly changed into towering stone cones that jutted out of the ground. They have different forms, or sharp edges, or rugged and majestic, just like that, standing between heaven and earth, connected in the wind and sand like a vast sea, quietly flowing by the long river of time, silent the power of time and the greatness of the Creator.

The endless yellow finally faded from the monotonous colors of the journey, and the road beneath your feet gradually appeared mottled and verdant. From time to time, an unknown creature fled in panic after hearing the sound of galloping horses' hooves, covering its skinny body with grass.

There was an inexplicable excitement in everyone's hearts, and they knew that it would not be long before they would be able to leave this desperate canyon. The unknown Death Fog Swamp is more dangerous than here, but it's better than waiting to die, isn't it?

The vast sea of stone forests was slowly left behind, and when Essaouiran and his party saw several rivers meandering from the west on the meadows, and clear ponds embedded in them like jewels, they went completely crazy, and the ecstasy of the desperate life stimulated everyone's nerves.

"Water!it's water!Lord God is above!!, what did you show me?!" Thomas stepped on the stirrup and stood up from the horse's back, his voice even trembling slightly with excitement.

Old Sean's brow, which had been tightly locked, was finally soothed. "It seems that the Lord God is good to us!" he said with a smile, "I didn't expect to see these beautiful rivers decades later!"

The horses under their crotches seemed to smell the sweet smell of the stream, and they galloped faster, carrying their masters on their backs, and rushed straight towards the nearest pond.

A series of thumping sounds rang out over the meadow, and the disguisled group of fugitives waded through the lush reeds by the pond, screaming in joy and throwing themselves directly into the water.

Sovereign simply buried his head in the water and sucked it heavily, streams of cold liquid flowing from his mouth to his chest, as if all the dried internal organs had been restored to life in an instant. "Whew......" Sovereign raised his head, took a deep breath, and sat down contentedly in the shallow water, "Praise the Lord God! I almost thought I was going to die in the Echo Canyon!"

"Hahaha......" Paislin was cleaning the blood from his face, "how can it be so easy?

At this time, Thomas came over with a bundle of reeds that he had collected from the edge of the pond. "Crush the reed roots and put them on the wound, you can relieve the wound to a certain extent!" he took out a few and handed them to Soveland, and then distributed them to everyone in turn. "By the way, maybe it hurts a little, bear with me!" he added after taking a few steps and turning back.

"For the sake of the Lord God, I may have made the worst decision ever," Tandra said with a smile as he cleaned his greatsword, "Thomas, you really shouldn't have come to my guard, you should have become a scholar!"

"You're right......" agreed Shaun Sr.

"Your Highness promised me that it would make my dream come true!" said Thomas, waving his arms excitedly.

Paislin also raised her hand. "I prove! This guy absolutely said it, and it has to count!"

"Swear in the name of the Lord God!, of course!" Sovereign laughed, and smeared the white slurry from his roots to the wound on his shoulder. "Shh......h It hurts!" The tingling, burning sensation sent Essauveran a slight boo.

After washing the blood stains on his body, Soviran pulled out the long sword from his waist, carefully sank into the water, and gently wiped it with his hands. Soon, the congealed blood scabs fell off the sword's body, and a bewitching red color was fainted in the pool water. The intense scarlet dissipated, and the sunlight reflected in the water was a cold glow.

"Draxa Sword of the Loyal Guard", Soveland's finger ran over the inscription in the sword slot, and he remembered Mirza, and his oath. "Wash your neck and wait, I will tear you into pieces with my own hands......" he whispered to himself.

Just as Solweran was a little distracted, someone gently pressed him twice on the shoulder. Sovereign looked up and saw that it was Peslin. As soon as he wanted to speak, he saw Peslin pointing in the direction of Tandra and Old Sean. It turned out that Thomas and Kuhl had already gathered, and they seemed to be discussing something.

Sovereign put his sword back in its scabbard and followed Paislin over.

"I don't recommend going too deep into the Death Fog Swamp," said Shaun Sr., crouching on the ground, "it's too dangerous, with bottomless quagmire, poisons that could be fatal at any moment, and even something unknown in a few places." There are so many legends about this place. ”

Tandra nodded, drawing a map of the border between the Western Province and the Death Mist Swamp on the ground. "That's what I'm thinking," he said with a twig to make an arc on the map, "we just need to use the fog in the swamp to hide our tracks, shake off our pursuers, and sneak in from the west of the western provinces." ”

"To be exact, it should be from the town of Ronk into the Province of the West. Old Sean added, "That's the path I took when I was practicing, leaving the Death Mist Swamp. He paused, hoping to be as clear as possible, "It's a small town on the border of the Western Frontier Province, and although it's barren, it's still very good for us to sneak into the Western Realm. ”

"It would be best if that could be done in this way," Soveland nodded in agreement, "I don't want to cause too much trouble for my aunt, let's wait until Nightingale City......" he said, sighing and smiling again as if remembering something, "and my lovely sister, I haven't seen her in a long time." ”

"You call Teresa Swinston cute?" Paislin covered her eyes in pain, "Oh, praise the Lord God......"

Before he could finish speaking, a faint sound in the wind caught everyone's attention. "Chasers!, Kugir's pursuers!" Kuhl shouted. I saw a dark shadow gushing out of the edge of the Sea of Stone Forest, and it was rushing towards here at an extremely fast speed.

"Hurry up!" Tandra immediately drew his greatsword from the ground and commanded loudly. The speed of the pursuers was clearly beyond everyone's expectations.

At the same time, Gadore also saw the figure of Sovereign and the others in the meadow from a distance, and finally, after disappearing for a long time, he found the trace of his prey again. "Chase, chase me, leave them in this meadow for me!" roared the sheriff, who would not allow the other to escape from under his nose again.

Thus, a real chase as far as the eye can see kicked off on the meadow on the edge of Echo Canyon. Looking down from the sky, without the stone forest's obstruction, the formation of the pursuers slowly stretched out in the rapid gallop. Like a goshawk with black wings, chasing a lark running for its life not far ahead.

The low sound of horses' hooves clattered on the verdant meadows, the fine grass mixed with the upturned dirt broke and fluttered in the air, and the cold breeze blew through the ears of the fugitives, who had only one thought, to move forward, to keep moving forward, to have any hope of survival.

Sovereign leaned on his horse's back and galloped quickly, not even noticing the slow changes in the scenery around him. Little by little, the sky above me seemed to gradually darken, and the meadows entwined with streams had now shed their clothes of life, revealing the black, rough earth below.

At this moment, Old Sean's voice exploded in everyone's ears. "Death Fog Swamp! Death Fog Swamp ahead......"

Raising his head slightly, Soveland's mind was instantly shocked by the magnificent and mysterious scene in front of him. At the end of the black earth, a wall of gray and white mist seemed to stand between heaven and earth, dividing the world into two. As far as the eye can see, the wall that runs through the north and south covers the sky and the sun, stretching endlessly. The sunlight stopped before it, and the creatures were like lowly ants before it. This is the most magnificent miracle cast by the gods in the world.

Before the young prince could speak, a coldness that penetrated deep into his bone marrow enveloped his body. The fugitives guided by fate plunged headlong into the wall of mist, leaving behind only layers of turbulent whirlpools of mist.