Poole walked down the riverbed alone, gently shook the wooden bucket back and forth on the water surface a few times, swept away the dead leaves and debris on the water surface, and quickly scooped the clear river water, and forcefully dragged the large wooden barrel filled with water almost as high as his waist to the dry riverbed, gasping and wiping the sweat from his forehead with his cuffs.

"Hey, Poole, look, look, I see it...... It should be the captain and they are back, you see, there is a big group of people over there, and caravans, wow, there are so many caravans, hehe, there is a big meal at night, and I drool when I think about it...... What do you say?"

Looking at his companions jumping and screaming excitedly on the mounds on the shore, Poole was speechless for a while, shook his head, and tried to imagine what might be on the table in the evening, and couldn't help but swallow the gushing saliva, and his mood immediately became happy.

"Hey, Ite, stop shouting, I think you'd better hurry up and help me carry water, go back early to help my uncle prepare dinner......"

Poole shouted loudly.

"Hmm...... Got it......"

Ite, impatiently replied, stooped down and picked up the thick wooden stick that was used to carry the water, and walked slowly down the steep riverbank.

"Hey, aren't smart people born to work? Really, why do you let one of you do the work that two people should do? It's so unfair......

Poole looked down and laboriously dragged the large wooden barrel filled with river water to a slightly flat place, pouting and muttering in dissatisfaction.

"What are you talking about?"

Carefully avoiding the thorny bushes on the riverbank, Ite's crouched legs slowly slid down the slope.

"Huh? no...... I didn't say anything, what's wrong?"

Hearing Ate's inquiry, Poole hurriedly raised his head, for fear that Ite's would hear his complaints. Just as he raised his eyes, he suddenly saw a dazzling light above the stone castle in the distance suddenly flashing, shining like a morning glow in mid-air.

"What's the matter?,Isn't it just that the transport convoy is coming?,Why are there magic fireworks in the stone castle to greet you?,Big Brother Larry did it...... This is too grand, isn't it, and I'm not afraid of being scolded by the captain......"

Poole opened his mouth, stared blankly at the brilliant light above the hilltop stone castle in the distance, and muttered.

Hearing Poole's words, Ite turned his head sharply, and saw the dazzling light flashing in the air, and he was also stunned, but immediately seemed to think of something, and suddenly his face changed greatly, and he casually threw away the wooden stick in his hand, turned around and ran desperately towards the top of the mound.

Standing at the top of the mound, Ite's face was pale as he looked at a group of moving black dots in the grassland in the distance, heading towards the Stone Castle, and behind him, the long line of caravans was also approaching the Stone Castle, but to Ate's horror, he and Poole were on the right path between the caravan and the fast-moving black spots.

"Run. ”

Ete yelled at his companion on the riverbed.

"What's wrong?"

Poole looked back blankly, but the opposite riverbank obscured his vision and he saw nothing.

"What's wrong with you, Ate, what's going on?"

Poole looked at his frightened companion with a blank expression, confused.

Ete straightened his arms spasmodically, his lips twitched reflexively, his trembling fingers pointed stiffly into the distance, and he hissed and roared, "Beast...... Orcs, orcs are coming, that's ...... That's the Vigilant Flame ......"

Poole finally understood the meaning of Aite's words, and hurriedly threw away the barrel in fright, climbed up the river bank with his hands and feet, staggered to Eit's side, and looked back in a panic, only to see that countless gray giant wolves were silently rushing from the withered yellow grassland, and many wolves were still carrying knights with weapons on their backs.

Before Poole could take a closer look, he felt his arm being grabbed by his companion, and his body was involuntarily run backwards by Itra.

The river bank was still a long way from the stone castle, and the two teenagers ran desperately, not even daring to look back. In the distance, the human soldiers guarding the caravan had apparently spotted the enemy who had come to sneak attack, and were quickly and orderly gathering on the hillside to form a semicircular defensive formation, and a small group of accompanying escort knights riding white and brown unicorn snow deer mounts also began to assemble at the same time, ready to meet the enemy.

The familiar road seemed so long now, and Itra Poole, gritting his teeth, ran towards the stone castle with all his might, but behind him there was a rumbling vibration, which was the roar of the wolves when they stomped on the ground as they ran, and the sound became louder and louder, and soon a huge figure passed by them quickly, and then appeared one after another and overtook them.

Itter felt as if his soul was gone, but with the help of his body's instinctive mechanical steps, he watched blankly as countless huge brown-gray giant wolves rushed out from behind him, rushing forward. The low, rapid gasps of the wolves as they ran, almost as high as his chest, filled his ears. He involuntarily let go of the fingers that were holding Poole tightly, slowed down, and looked helplessly at Poole, who was still staggering forward in the wolf ride, and surprisingly did not feel a trace of fear in his heart.

Maybe it's just that I'm scared to the extreme, but Ith now has a strange and strong thought in his heart, that is, to take a closer look at what these fierce and terrible orcs who have been in everyone's mouth look like. He gasped and slowly stopped, countless giant wolves seemed to not see him, like a tide swept past him, and the wolves were mixed with many fierce knights wearing shabby leather armor, silently waving all kinds of weapons in their hands, their bodies were attached to the wolf's back, and they rushed forward.

Ite could only see their backs, and quickly walked away. So, instinctively, he wanted to look back. But at this moment, before he could turn his head, suddenly a sharp pain came from the back of his head, his eyes were dark, and his body fell forward, and at the moment when he was about to fall to the ground raised by the dust and lost consciousness, he instinctively raised his head, and vaguely saw countless figures riding giant wolves wielding huge weapons, easily jumping over the not wide river bank, following closely behind the wolves, galloping, a giant wolf knight waved the rope in his hand, and was smiling towards him, like a giant wolf's head looked particularly hideous.

"Uh...... That's what the orcs look like......"

Ite thought dizzily, lying on the ground covered with dead grass, he tried his last bit of strength, and then turned his head to glance ahead, in the dust, it seemed that Poole, who was still running desperately, was gone, only a piece of brownish gray like a tide, surging in the direction of the stone castle......

"Run...... Poole, run......"

Lying in the dust, Ite's head struggled to raise her head, struggling to hiss and shout the last words, but then fell into darkness.