Chapter 822 Section 53.Welcome to Hellfire

The elite team held back the rat colony, and the ensuing Hellfire completely cleared the small rat colony, and then climbed an adjacent hill to set up camp.

The exhausted survivors were gathered into an open field.

Holding the boy with a high fever, Valentan couldn't help but ask the soldiers with him, "Are you soldiers of the Tatoon Empire?" ”

"No, we're from Liberty City."

"But each of you has magic weapons......"

Valentine didn't run around like a headless fly. As soon as the group of soldiers appeared, he saw the front end of the "magic spear" in their hands bloom with blazing light and sound, green smoke rising from it, and rows of nezumi in the distance died.

"You'll find out soon."

Two tents were set up in front of the clearing, a bonfire was lit in the left tent to prepare food, and the right tent had them line up and register one by one.

Valentan squeezed into the front with his strong body, and soon it was his turn.

"Name."

"Valentine."

The soldier behind the table looked up: "Your child? ”

"It's not...... Be. ”

"Tell the truth."

"He's Ursula's grandson......"

Valentin was ready to tell about Ursula's valor, but the soldier didn't ask him.

"Where are you from?"

"We all escaped from Fort Brenmando. It's been conquered by the nezumi. ”

"How many more survivors are there?"

"I don't know, we're all scattered...... There were more than a thousand of us, but now there are no half of us left......"

"Five hundred and thirty-six."

A figure walked into the tent and said the survivors who had appeared.

Valentine looked at him. Unlike the clean plate armor of the soldiers of the registry, the man's plate armor was painted with scarlet rat heads and blood on his chest, and the killing and ferocity came to his face.

They are armed with weapons that breathe fire and smoke and make loud noises......

The child in his arms convulsed with a high fever, and Valentine suddenly woke up and sent the boy forward: "Can you save him?" He's having a high fever......"

Then he saw the registered soldier turn around and say something, and then he saw a mage come up and raise his staff to cast a spell.

Bathed in the light of healing, Valentine felt tingling and fatigue, while the boy in his arms was rapidly improving and falling asleep.

Valentine gradually relaxed.

"Have you ever eaten rat meat?"

Valentine, who had just relaxed, tensed up again, but in front of the fierce soldier he could only tell the truth: "We have all eaten ......"

"Alright, let's go over there and get some food."

It took twenty minutes to register five hundred and thirty-six survivors, and the food on the left was almost ready.

The roast meat and bread made their stomachs growl, but it was the soldiers, and they only had a limited supply of thick porridge and hot soup.

One centurion explained loudly that they didn't know that they hadn't eaten for a few days, and that eating bread and meat would break their stomachs - these were the lessons of blood when Xingyue Bay accepted refugees.

The soldiers of the Elite Team of Statistics walked up to Fermi and Blom: "My lord, the situation is not good, most of these people have eaten rat meat, and they have plague ......"

Blom didn't speak, and now Fermi was the commander of the team.

"Then change the plan, don't send them back to the new line of defense, let the mage get rid of the contagion, and send them back to Liberty City."

As Fermi and Blom discussed, the survivors sitting at the campfire held the hot soup that warmed their hearts on a tiring, cool night, smelling the smell of roast meat wafting in the distance, and their hungry bellies growled.

But no one complained, because they had explained, and because the escape had broken all their pride and self-confidence.

They learned the identity of the soldiers: the Middle-earth coalition.

More specifically, the Liberty City soldiers.

The reputation of Liberty City has not yet reached the ears of the people of the North who are deep in the sea of rat people, and few people know about it. The rest felt familiar at best, but I couldn't remember anything.

"Our lord is the King of the North, Annan Reeves." McCollin, the centurion who followed Annam during the period of Xingyue Bay, remembered this identity that was about to be forgotten.

This time, the survivors knew who he was.

In the North, of course, the identity of the King of the North is the best to use.

When Hellfire was stationed, they didn't forget to let the scouts continue to climb to the top to look out over the mountains, but they fled too scattered.

When Fort Brunmando fell, five or six thousand people ran out one after another, but they were all scattered in the mountains, and it took them half a day to save the first wave of survivors.

"I have a plan."

Fermi tilted his head, and his adjutant laid the map on the table.

"We're here now."

Fermi pointed to the north of the mountain range, and continued upward, and finally stopped in the middle of the mountain range, where the highest peak of the mountain range was: "There are many rat colonies roaming here...... We are not good at guerrillas, so we can build a strong defensive line here to our advantage, holding back the pursuing rats, and attracting nearby refugees to gather with us. At the same time, let the rangers go around to the rescue. ”

Blom looked up at the silhouette of the mountain that was dormant in the night: "I'm okay with that. ”

"Then we'll get over as soon as we can tomorrow morning."

The plan was finalized, and Fermi had the lieutenant convey it to the elite team and the centurion.

The survivors of the clearing whispered when they heard the news that some of the soldiers were going on. But more people don't care about this, and sleep in the warm light of the fire and the safety they haven't seen for a long time. Even if you die in your sleep.

Valentine and some survivors with children were given preferential treatment for holding their children, and they were given a blanket.

"Are we going to the Great Wall?" Valentin took the opportunity to ask the soldiers.

"No, someone will come and pick you up."

"Pick us up ......?"

Weary survivors drift off to sleep, and from time to time small swarms of rats climb up the hill to infest. In order to give the survivors a good night's sleep, the Hellfire was not shot that night.

The next morning, everyone was awakened and photographed in front of a portal that appeared in the clearing.

"Over there is Liberty City in Middle-earth, and you will be safe in the past." Svien, who was in charge of arranging the transfer, explained.

"That land of legends ......," the crowd suddenly exclaimed.

"Land of Legends?" Sveen was surprised, he didn't arrange a ......

"Legend has it that rivers of honey flow and trees that bear bread, there are no poor people, all people have a place to live and a house, and they will not be oppressed by the nobility!" The man shouted.

"Really?"

The survivors were in an uproar.

Svien laughed and explained, "It's not that exaggerated, the river is normal, and the trees are just like what you see." ”

The survivors were first lost, then seized by great joy...... He didn't refute anything else!

Valentine held the boy in his arms and followed the group slowly. The boy had woken up, but was a little confused because of a fever for several days.

Valentin is about the same...... The experience of this night was like a dream.

As he passed by the soldiers in front of the portal, he suddenly asked, "Can I be you?" ”

The soldier smiled for the first time he saw.

"As long as you have a hatred for the nezumen, welcome to Hellfire."

(End of chapter)