Quezalas died a very aggrieved death, and with his strength and brains, he should not have played such a tragic role. His cautious approach was not wrong, but he should not let his guard down when he was sure that Elchan was not strong enough to handle the wind scars. The ogre's surprise attack distracted him and caused him to ignore an extremely deadly problem.

Although El's current strength can't exert the power of the wind mark, the wind mark itself also has the soul of a weapon. It fell into a deep sleep when it was disguised as another knife by its master, and now that it had just woken up, it was naturally desperate for the blood of the strong.

It wasn't so much El who swung the knife as it was Windmark who seized the opportunity and drove El to take him under Quezalas's throat. Of course, this does not mean that El has lost his dominance, in fact he still has a choice in the end, such as listening to Quezaras's last words.

Of course, El knew what Quezalas would say, nothing more than some fallacy to save the world in another way, and perhaps ordinary people would be easily confused by his theory, but El did not have a good opinion of the truth. The survivors who escaped from Isttalon know how deceitful the truth will be now, and among them, Lolana feels it the most, and she is the only one who has ever faced the crazy Count Sneiker.

Perhaps the Truth Society does have a reason to save the world, but that's not even a fart for El. He asked himself if he was not a good person, he did not have chivalry, he did not know fairness and justice, and he did not have culture and did not know how to sacrifice his life for righteousness. He is a hunter in the mountains at heart, following the most primitive laws of nature.

No matter how the outside world turns upside down, it has nothing to do with me. All I have to do is hunt and hunt, survive and keep my own tribe alive. The laws of nature are cruel and simple, nothing more than natural selection, survival of the fittest.

So...... Since you want me dead, don't blame me for not showing mercy. Elle muttered a word in his mind, grabbed Quezaras's head and held it high, shouting at the stunned Night's Watch soldiers around him, "Are you still going to work for this psychotic who came out of nowhere?"

There was silence all around, and all the soldiers were shocked by the sudden change in the situation, and in the absence of General Hank, they didn't know what to do for a while. However, there was not much time left for them to react, and soon someone raised their heads, but instead of looking at El, they looked at the top of the cave. 【Starter】

Some of the soldiers with keen hearing faintly heard a faint sound coming from overhead, like roasted peas bursting one by one, and as this sound continued to expand, a slight crack gradually appeared on the rock at the top of the cave, which was imperceptible to the naked eye.

With Quezaras' death, the elemental spirits he summoned vanished, but the damage they had caused before that time remained. The rock at the top of the cave, which was burned to the brittling heat by the Saroman snake, created a huge temperature difference with the nearby rock affected by the blizzard. Under the principle of thermal expansion and cold contraction, the rock at the top of the cave gradually appears slightly twisted.

Coupled with the fact that the ogre chief Grum had just slammed the ground and shook the mountain, the entire Night's Watch fortress trembled, which exacerbated the instability of the inner strata of the cavern. This was not good news for everyone, as Quezaras's death did not stop him from achieving his ultimate goal.

The soldiers on the city walls, including El, subconsciously held their breath and watched carefully at the movement on the top of the cave, while the ogre Grum had just withdrawn his large wooden stick at this time, shook his head and was about to rush straight in.

"That's enough, big guy! Don't make a mess here!" El noticed the movement, looked down and couldn't help but exclaim angrily, "Hurry up and call Roger and them over!

Groom grunted, reluctantly stopped, turned around and opened his throat and shouted, "Roger......!

The ogre's voice was already loud, and when Grum roared, there was a clear cracking sound from the rock layer at the top of the cave. Although it is not visible from the outside, just by listening to this voice, you can tell that there is an irreparable rift inside.

The rest was simple, everyone scrambled to escape from the Night's Watch fortress, including the Night's Watch soldiers who had lost their command, and ran desperately outside with a speed that wished their parents would have two more legs. Lolana sneakily slipped over to Queizaras's corpse, crouched down and rummaged for a long time, then was grabbed by El, carried on his shoulder, and jumped straight off the outer wall.

El had just run less than fifty meters away with Lolana on his shoulder, when he heard a loud noise from behind, followed by a thick burst of dust, and his mouth and nose were suddenly filled with an earthy smell. You don't have to look to know that it was the crumbling rock from the roof of the cave that fell and smashed on top of the Night's Watch.

This loud bang was just the beginning, just like the embankment destroyed by an anthill, the fall of this rock directly disrupted the originally solid underground rock layer, and then triggered a series of chain reactions. With his extraordinary hearing, he could clearly hear the entire rock layer at the top of the cave behind him slowly beginning to break apart. He didn't dare to turn back, gritted his teeth and ran forward as fast as he could.

He was the first to catch up with his own troops, because the Istalon warriors carried tower shields, and at this time they could not move as fast as those robbers who had nothing else on them, so they were naturally left behind. El rushed over and kicked the soldier running in the back of the ass and yelled, "Why don't you run and wait to stay and be buried?

The commander gave the order, and the Istalon warriors were at once good, and they did not stop, and as they ran, they threw their shields on both sides of the road, and their movements were extremely skillful. Because of the weight, it is basically impossible for the tower shield to form an exclusive system in the ordinary army, and for the infantry, when retreating, abandoning the tower shield has become a necessary tactical action in the military code. Over time, veterans naturally practice makes perfect, and when throwing away the tower shield, they can also notice that it does not hinder the passage of the follow-up troops, which is also a profound skill.

To put it bluntly, the tower shield is just an iron door panel, and it's not a pity to throw it away, but the equipment on the body is another matter. Not everyone is as agile and thick-skinned as El, and the equipment on his body is the second life of a warrior. The more veteran a soldier is, the less likely he is to give up, at most he can only throw away other irrelevant things, equipment and weapons must not be thrown away.

El also knew that he was a little reckless under this order, but at this time he didn't dare to delay the time to carry out theoretical education, so he simply ran to the front to lead the team to open the way. A group of 300 strong men spread their thighs and ran up playfully.

At this time, the most important thing is your own life, and nothing else matters. El kept waving the wind marks to clear the way, not remembering how many unlucky ghosts he had slashed in his way, or how long he had been running, until he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard a light in front of him and saw the hole in the Devil's Throat.

Not only his Istaron warriors, but also the Night's Watch and robbers were running for their lives, and no one wanted to be buried in the ground by a rock for no apparent reason. But even so, there were inevitable casualties. Twelve Isttalon warriors were lost, and nearly a hundred were missing on the bandits and night watchmen. El felt the earth tremble beneath his feet, and heard the roar from the demon's throat fade away, and he knew that most of those who didn't follow him had no hope of survival.

Seeing that the Devil's Throat was also gradually collapsing, burying the ruins of the ancient city-state of Dimient and the Night's Watch fortress completely underground, everyone lost the motivation to speak for a while, supported each other, silently crossed the drawbridge, and retreated to the aboriginal settlement on the other side.

When they arrived at a safe place, the tense nerves in everyone's hearts suddenly relaxed, and many people sat directly on the ground, looking back blankly at the hole on the other side of the river. For the vast majority of these survivors, they had no idea what was going on, and why did they suddenly end up in such a situation?

The Night's Watch warriors fought desperately to rescue General Hank, but the latter was still under the control of magic and did not know when he would be able to return to action. The robbers basically didn't care much about the lives of their companions, and they had more to worry about, that is, the rumors that Roger had gotten the treasure.

If it weren't for Roger digging up the treasure, how could such a drastic change happen in the ancient ruins? But at this time, Roger didn't need to hide it anymore, the robbers naturally had their own rules for the distribution of spoils, and what he was thinking about was another group of uninvited guests.

"Seeing that you still seem to have something to do, let's leave it at that. El saw the robbers' reaction and wasted no time in speaking to Roger.

"There are no other settlements around but me, and your soldiers are very tired, so why don't you rest here before leaving. Roger earnestly retained.

Seeing the meaningful look in El's eyes, he shook his head and smiled, "Don't forget that it's the festival of the Sahara Fire Festival, and the natives of the brown hills can't kill each other during the festival. And you have been recognized by us for fighting side by side, and I now declare that you and your warriors have been qualified to participate in the Sahara Fire Conference!"

"Are you sure it's a good idea?" El asked, noncommittal. (Go read OM) (Jiangsu.com)