The fog around them was getting thicker and thicker, and Soveran and the others had followed this strange team for a long, long time in this mysterious land. At first, Sovereign also subconsciously made a secret note of the path he had taken, as well as the direction after each team changed lines, and in the end, he simply gave up this ridiculous approach.

Because in this white world, all coordinates or reference objects have become the most abstract concepts in the long trek, just like a ball of incomprehensible threads, completely losing their meaning. Sovereign believed that in the current situation, even if the other party let himself escape immediately, he was not sure to get out of the Death Fog Swamp, and the final result would only be his life.

As for how this group of "wild men" formed a team of "wild men" can discern the direction and find the way forward, there is not the slightest clue at all. They just walked lightly, as if the fog blocking their view was nothing in front of them. The only thing that is certain is that they are far more familiar with the Dead Mist Swamp than they think.

At the same time, Sauveland had a clearer idea of how dangerous the swamp was. From time to time there was a roar from the mist, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low and grim. The feeling of being targeted by the beast convinced Soveran that there were countless monsters hidden in the fog at this time, grinning their fangs and looking at them with fierce eyes.

This fear of the unknown tore at the "captives", especially the Kugil guards who followed Gadore, as if they were overly frightened, and every time they were suddenly startled by the sudden roar, they raised their weapons with pale faces and pointed in the direction from which the sound came.

Sovereign believed that if he walked like this for a day, the guards would end up in fear of death.

Contrary to the behavior of the "captives", the "wild men" on horseback were unsuspecting all the way, as if the roars coming from them were all the more common. Tulle, who had been following behind, even threw down his men and ran to the front to be side by side with Ugov, laughing loudly and excitedly.

"What kind of land is this, and who are they?......" Sovereign shook his head irritably, and whispered. An unusually dangerous escape became more and more strange and complicated after entering the Death Mist Swamp, such a situation that Sovereign had never expected.

"What's wrong?Veran?" Peslin followed from behind.

Sovereign looked at the backs of the bald Ugov and Thule in front of him. "Honestly, I wonder if we'll be able to get out of the Death Swamp alive......" he retracted his gaze and said to Paislin, "Forget it, let's not talk about it. By the way, how's your injury? And Kuhl, is it serious?"

Paislin gestured to his left leg, which was slightly uncomfortable. "It's no big deal, it'll be fine in a few days. Then he looked back at Kull and Thomas, who were joking with each other, and said, "As for them, to be honest, they don't have the slightest sense of being prisoners! Thomas is constantly recording the landscape here, for the sake of the Lord God, he is really a losing choice to join the garrison!"

"You're right, he should be a scholar...... "Sovereign nodded subconsciously, then leaned in front of Paislin and whispered, "These people are so weird, not like private soldiers, not like robbers...... And they're not interested in the gold, what do they want, or why do they save us? If in their eyes, that's 'saving'. ”

Peslin also had no clue about Soveland's problems. "Their reasons aren't clear yet, but we'll find out sooner or later, aren't we?" he said, his gaze gently handing to Tandra and Old Sean, who were whispering something in front of him. "What should Tandra-sama know, I don't think it won't be long before he and Sean tell us the answer. ”

"That's all it can be......" Before Sovereign could finish speaking, a commotion from the back of the group interrupted their conversation.

One of the guards from Kugir suddenly left the group with a loud shout, and ran out in the direction behind him. "Damn! I've had enough! Get me out of here, I'm going back to Kugir Town!"

The guard's movements attracted everyone's attention. "Fool, you come back to me!" shouted Gadore, in a frustrated manner. But his words were obviously of little use to the terrified guards, after all, the guards who had pursued Soveran and the others with him were not very dutiful, and the reason why they came out with him was entirely because of the various tempting benefits promised by the sheriff before he set out.

But since entering the Death Mist Swamp, their greed has gradually turned into fear that goes deep into their bones, whether it is the sudden appearance of monsters or the strange group of "wild people" in front of them, everything that happens has brought them to the brink of collapse. In the end, in the constant roaring around them, some people finally couldn't stand it anymore, and this guard is the best example.

Thule and the bald Ugov in front of him glanced at each other, took a three-ball rope from the saddle, and chased after him with a bang on the horse's belly. Looking at the fleeing guard, Tulle, who had reached the end of the line, threw out the trapping rope that had a circular trajectory in his hand. Mixed with the whirring sound of the wind, the three iron balls on the beast rope suddenly popped out one by one with glittering barbs and flew towards the guard's head.

There were a few "whoosh ......" sounds, and the tough rope of the trapping rope circled around the guard's neck several times, getting tighter and tighter, and finally in a dull series of crashes, the iron ball smashed his skull into a bloody blur. In the eyes of everyone, the guard was like a puppet with a broken string, rushed forward by inertia, planted on the ground and twitched twice, and finally stopped moving.

The silent silence instantly enveloped the bodies of the "captives", and what was even more terrifying was that not long after the guard fell, several beasts with black oily skin instantly pounced out of the mist, opened their mouths full of sharp teeth, bit the corpse of the guard, and tore it wantonly.

The leopard-like beasts gnawed and let out a warning roar, staring at Thule not far away.

Tulle rode at the back of the line, looking at the beasts, a light smile on his emaciated cheeks. "Happy dining!"

Slowly, the beast dragged the corpse into the mist, leaving only a blinding trail of blood on the ground.

"Damn, I don't want to die......"

"Save me, Lord God, come and save me......"

"Damn it, don't you say that all that awaits us is untold gold coins......!

The few remaining guards collapsed to the ground, crying loudly, they were completely frightened. Gaddore stood beside him, his face as low as a lead, and he didn't say a word.

The bald Ugov rode to the side of Thule. "He should thank you!" Ugov said, looking at the bloodstain, "It's better to be killed than to watch yourself being torn to shreds!"

"Hahaha......" His words made the other accompanying "wild men" laugh, but this laughter made Sovereign and the others sound so cruel and harsh.

"It's a pity, a beast rope was wasted......" Thule looked at Ugov and laughed twice, turned his horse's head to the guards who collapsed on the ground, and said, "If you want to live, get up quickly and continue walking! Your lord god can't save you at this time! Of course, if you want to die here now, I don't mind helping you!"

"Don't giggle there, you slackers!" Ugov yelled at his men, "Leave these unwanted creatures here, I bet they'll be torn to pieces by the swarming beasts before they leave our sight, haha!"

Amid the mutual pushing and laughing and scolding of the "wild men", the team set off again, and the guards who were paralyzed on the ground really got up and quickly followed, although they were afraid, but they were definitely not fools.

This time, the mood of the "captives" was clearly much lower, and Gadore hung his head, not knowing what he was thinking. The surviving guards were enveloped in despair and fear, and moved listlessly. What really silenced Essauvilland was the performance of these "wild men".

Far beyond the strength of ordinary people, extremely skilled combat skills, these potential as excellent warriors actually appeared in a group of down-and-out "wild men", no matter who such a thing is, it will feel incredible. Sovereign was sure that the combat effectiveness of this group of people was far greater than that of ordinary nobles and private soldiers.

Sovereign Sovereign resurfaced the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time: who were they, where did they come from, and why were they stuck here?

These lingering and unexplainable questions did not bother Sauveray for long. Because their journey soon came to an end in a black shadow that loomed in the fog ahead.

When he heard the title "their city" from the other party's mouth for the first time, even Soveland, who had been cultivated since childhood, couldn't help but have a trace of unnatural doubts in his heart. But when the black shadows in the fog gradually changed from vague outlines to real buildings, Soverain's mouth grew in shock. There was only one voice in his heart - what a glorious past this city was!

The reason why I say it is the past is because as far as the eye can see, there are huge stones scattered everywhere, and there are blue-gray walls that have collapsed and fallen into the mud. On the moss-covered boulders, you can still see countless entwined and extremely ornate stone carvings.

The dirt beneath his feet had turned into a brick-paved road, stretching between the countless ruins and ruins of the ruins in front of him in the gray mist. It's a forgotten city, unlike any other city in the kingdom of Orem, where there are no straight lines, white tones, and it seems that the city's founders preferred curved and intricate textures, as well as mysterious religious totems, and magnificent narrative reliefs.

Walking on this silent ruin, you feel as if you have fallen into the long river of time, and in the forest of creations that are wrapped in the fog and majestic form, you suddenly forget where you are. What's even more shocking is that in the face of everything in front of you, you seem to suddenly understand. Any beauty that was once only turned into a lonely glimpse in the years, and you can only vaguely grasp her once charming figure in the abandoned wreckage.

Sovereign walked quietly, his gaze firmly captivated. "Praise be to the Lord God...... What did you show me?" he whispered to himself, "is this their city?......

"Rather, this is not their city, or rather, they are just a later traveler here. Thomas's voice rang out from behind, behind the crystalline lenses, and his eyes radiated a glow of wisdom and fanaticism. "The history of this city is probably much more than we imagined. ”

Thomas pointed to the large swath of rubble, bricks, and statues that had fallen to the ground beside him. "It's full of late medieval architecture – magnificent, intricate, with tall foundations. He paused and continued, "Moreover, there is the most straightforward totemic religious worship. Compared to them, our architectural interpretation of faith is much more subtle. ”

Sovereign and the others nodded lightly as they listened. The team continued along the broken path, but some disturbing changes took place around them. As the number of the whole group was slowly expanding, many "wild men" came out of the low stone houses on both sides of the road and joined the escort of the "captives".

They were also ragged, grinning strangely from time to time, and in a whispered whisper, the eyes of the "wild men" were full of excitement and ecstasy.

There were seventy or eighty people, and after Sovereign roughly estimated the number of the other side, he completely gave up the idea of resisting. No matter what happens after that, the weak "captives" will only become lambs to the slaughter. The only thing that can be done is to pray that the other person has no ill intentions, and of course, this idea is somewhat ridiculous beyond words.

It didn't take long for the stone path under your feet to gradually stretch into an open square. The procession of the "captives" finally stopped in front of the tall building at the end of the square. Sovereign was stunned, he knew that no matter what, it was time for the answer to be revealed.

The "wild men" who led the team turned over and dismounted, and the bald Ugov shouted to the platform on dozens of steps: "Commander!

Ugov's loud shout echoed through the square, and in the direction of the steps, Soveran and the others raised their heads, and their eyes were a little curious - what the leader of this group of "wild men" looked like, and there was a little uneasiness, because it was very likely that their fate was completely in the hands of this so-called "regimental commander".

"Well done!" a clear voice came from above. Then, in a burst of slow footsteps, a burly figure, from the shadow cast by the building, walked down the steps.

This is a handsome man who exudes wild charm all over his body. The fine long light yellow hair was casually draped down with natural curls, and a pair of shiny black eyes were carved into an angular face. The upper body exposed in the air was a little gray and white that had not seen the light for a long time, and in addition, on the well-proportioned muscles, there were dense scars of large and small sizes.

His shoulders were strong and broad, with a totem of thorns and swords tattooed on his left shoulder, and a hideous emblem on his right chest, the number "23" as if carved by a knife, and three crimson scars covering it from top to bottom.

His steps were slow, and the gray greaves and iron boots made a low crash on the stone steps, and the sound seemed to ring in the hearts of the people. This is not an illusion, but a real aura that emanates from this man - this is an extremely dangerous fellow.

"Guest, please forgive me for being abrupt, you really don't know how long I've been waiting for today!" the man's voice was filled with irrepressible excitement, and even a slight trilling could be heard in it, "Welcome to the Dead Mist Swamp......" He stopped abruptly before he could finish his words.

The man took another step down, his gaze seemed to be attracted by something, and the muscles in his body instantly tensed and bulged. "Who is this?!Oh my God, who did I see again in many years on this cold land!" He stared at one of the "captives" tower-like figure, and said word by word, "Tandra Empes, commander of the garrison of the Kingdom of Orem!

Everyone was stunned, the "wildlings" whispered, and Gadore and his men stared wide-eyed, as if they couldn't believe what they had heard. Sovereign and the others were even more surprised, they didn't expect that Tandra had known each other for a long time. Only old Sean clenched the hilt of his sword without saying a word, without the slightest surprise.

Tandra straightened up, met the other man's sharp gaze, and plunged his greatsword into the ground beside him. "It's really you! I didn't expect it to be you!" he whispered, looking at the tall figure, "It's been more than ten years!