The Dean Has Arrived

Mr. James didn't know how he escaped from the city.

After all, when he came back to his senses, he had already collapsed outside the city, and could only watch his hometown turn into a sea of ​​flames.

Even the most heroic warrior of the principality is not an opponent of that kind of monster. The heavy metal armor is easily torn apart. The sharp weapons are not much stronger than the straw for those monsters. The walls and ground are like those monsters. Fictitious, the human organization team and those monsters collapsed at once.

While fleeing, he also heard from the priest who ran away with him that those who were swallowed by those monsters, with the demise of their bodies, even their souls would be "depleted" together, accepting endless torture.

The priest's words crushed the thoughts of many people who planned to die, and made them take up arms to resist again-although the end still remained the same.

Later, the priest was stabbed to death by the same escaped public official on the charge of disturbing people's hearts.

It is said that the officer wanted to hang him, but he didn't have that much room when the monster chased him.

"It's all over... my home, my tavern... my wife and three-year-old son... it's over, it's all over!"

Next to Mr. James, a slender middle-aged man who looked like a stick sat on the ground and started crying. His shiny two-handed moustache in the past is now like weeds in the bleak autumn wind. Anger gives a feeling of falling off at any time.

His cry resonated with many people who had fled with him, and suddenly the whole mountain cried loudly.

"Shut up all to me!"

The officer who stabbed the priest to death wielded his sword angrily and shouted: "Shut up and hear you! Do you want to draw those monsters over!"

The refugees who were extremely sensitive to the word "monster" immediately calmed down, and even if they couldn't stop, they covered their mouths desperately and choked silently.

"Sir. What are we going to do now?" Mr. James, who was finally relieved, glanced at the tearful middle-aged prick beside him, squeezing the businessman's usual flattering smile on his face, toward the grumpy man. The officer asked.

"Go to Orres, there is Yrel's most powerful army, and it is said that even dragons can hunt! These monsters are definitely not their opponents!"

The officer gritted his teeth and said to the refugees: "You better be obedient. Otherwise I don't mind leaving you on the road as bait to delay the speed of the monsters!"

Everyone was silent, for fear that they would become the bait for those monsters.A few young adults are also afraid of the swords that are obviously attached to the magic in the hands of the officers, and they dare not speak.

Suddenly there was a rustle in the grass next to them, which made the nervous refugees suddenly tense, for fear of a monster coming out there.

Fortunately, it's not monsters, but people.

"I'm from Refania. It's already occupied by monsters, and the monsters there are spreading here."

His face was covered with mud, and he couldn't see his original face. The refugee, who could barely know that the other party was a young man, asked Mr. James for a bun, while trying to put it in his mouth as if he hadn't eaten in a long time. He said: "The entire Yrel is surrounded by invisible walls. We can't break through to the east. Now we are going to go west. It is said that a strange magician made a hole in the invisible wall. It should be the only way for people to escape this damn ghost place."

"I won't go west! We are going east! To Alres! As citizens of the principality, you have to believe in the glory of the principality!" The officer frowned and looked at the man who seemed to be choking, and roared loudly. .

"That's your business, the officer. At least when Refania was destroyed. The glory of the principality did not save my wife and daughter."

After hammering his chest and letting himself feel uncomfortable without choking, the refugee took a few companions who were just like him, hushing a bun and barely filling his stomach, and planned to continue.

Therefore, the refugees who fled the city with the officer can only face a difficult choice: believe in the words of the young man who is also a refugee, and go to the Western "strange magician" together; or believe in the officer and go to Orr Reis, I believe the long spear and heavy shield of the Principality in the past.

The result is obvious. Most of the refugees who have lived under the auspices of the empire chose to follow the officer. Compared with the officer who had weapons and carried food and water, the refugee who nearly starved to death seemed less credible.

Of course there are exceptions.

"Can you tell me in detail about the strange magician?" Mr. James' chubby body leaned over and asked the refugee.

"There is no time. We have to hurry as soon as possible." The refugee youth shook his head, and then proceeded westward with his companions.

Just as Mr. James hesitated, strange and terrifying neighs began to be heard from the foot of the mountain.

Everyone present knows this sound, this tweet is one of the few monsters with different appearances in common.

So Mr. James gritted his teeth, regardless of the officer's panic shouting.Directly follow the footsteps of refugee youth.

As one of the first people who discovered monsters, he always felt that those monsters were terrible, maybe even more terrifying than the legendary dragon.So instead of pinning hopes on the spear and heavy shield, it is better to find a way to escape.

After he ran a few steps, he found that the middle-aged man with a stick also followed.

"Hey, Jonathan, why did you follow?" Mr. James asked strangely.

"Of course it's because you are here." The middle-aged man's eyes were still red. He looked at Mr. James's plump body and said softly: "Although since I married Joanna, you have I have been against me for a lifetime, but over the years, you have done almost nothing wrong... It is obviously the first time to open a tavern, but it is more popular than the old-fashioned tavern aromatherapy plant passed down by my family, you fancy Almost all wines sell well, and the chefs you hire are often praised, and you almost broke my aromatherapy grass... I hate you, but I have to admire your vision."

"Hmph, I didn't expect your head to be confused." Mr. James said with a beer belly, rather proudly: "Just a little timid."

"I'll take revenge for Joanna, but not now!" Magan retorted with a flushed face.

Two days later, another wave of refugees they encountered told them that Orres had fallen.

Now their only hope is the strange magician in the rumor.(Your support from Dingtian Novels is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please read it.)