Chapter 822 Section 53 Welcome to Hellfire

Chapter 822 Section 53. Welcome to Hellfire

The elite team blocked the rat swarm, and the Hellfire that followed completely cleared the small rat swarm, and then climbed up a nearby hill to set up camp.

The exhausted surviving refugees were gathered in an open space.

Valentan held the boy with a high fever and couldn't help asking the soldier with him: "Are you soldiers of the Tatun Empire?"

"No, we are from Liberty City."

"But each of you has a magic weapon..."

Valentan didn't run around like a headless fly. After this group of soldiers appeared, he saw the front end of the "magic spears" in their hands burst into blazing light and sound, and smoke came out, and the ratmen in the distance died in rows.

"You will know soon."

Two tents were set up in front of the open space. A bonfire was lit in the tent on the left to prepare food, and the tent on the right asked them to line up and register one by one.

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

"Name."

"Valentin."

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

"No... yes."

"Tell the truth."

"He is Ursula's grandson..."

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

"Where are you from?"

"We all escaped from Brunmandor Castle. It has been captured by the ratmen."

"How many survivors are there?"

"I don't know, we are all scattered... There were more than a thousand of us, but now there are less than half of us..."

"Five hundred and thirty-six people."

A figure walked into the tent and said the survivors now.

Valentin looked at him. Unlike the clean plate armor of the soldiers who registered the personnel, this man's plate armor chest was painted with scarlet rat heads and blood, and killing and ferocity rushed to his face.

They were holding weapons that could spit fire, smoke, and make loud noises...

The child in his arms twitched due to a high fever, and Valentin suddenly woke up and pushed the boy forward: "Can you save him? He has a high fever..."

The registration soldier turned around and said something, and then he saw a wizard coming over and raising his staff to cast a spell.

Bathing in the light of healing magic, Valentin felt a tingling sensation, and his fatigue was reduced, while the boy in his arms, who was burning with fever, was rapidly getting better and sleeping soundly.

Valentin gradually relaxed.

"Have you ever eaten rat meat?"

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

"Okay, now go over there and prepare to get food."

It took twenty minutes to register the 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 this was for those soldiers, and they only had some limited supply of thick porridge and hot soup.

A centurion explained loudly: They didn't know how many days they hadn't eaten, and eating bread and meat directly would burst their stomachs - these were the bloody lessons learned when Xingyue Bay accepted refugees.

The elite team soldiers who were doing the statistics walked to Fermi and Blom: "My lord, the situation is not good. More than half of these people have eaten rat meat. They are carrying plague..."

Blom didn't speak. Now Fermi is the commander of this team.

"Then change the plan. Don't send them back to the new defense line. Let the wizard eliminate the infectiousness and send them back to Free City."

While Fermi and Blom were discussing, the survivors sitting in front of the campfire held the hot soup that warmed their hearts in the tired and slightly cool night, smelled the barbecue smell wafting from afar, and their stomachs growled with hunger.

But no one complained, because they had explained it, and because the road to escape broke all their pride and confidence.

They knew the identity of this group of soldiers: the Middle-earth Alliance.

To be more specific, they were soldiers from Free City.

The reputation of Free City has not yet reached the ears of the people in the northern border who are deeply trapped in the sea of ​​ratmen, and few people know about it. The rest sounded familiar at best, but they couldn't remember it.

"Our city lord is the King of the North, Annan Reeves." Centurion MacColin, who had followed Annan during the Star Moon Bay period, 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 most useful.

When Hellfire was stationed, they did not forget to let the scouts continue to climb to the highest point to look at the mountains, but they fled too scattered.

When Brunmando Castle fell, five or six thousand people ran out one after another, but they were all scattered in this mountain range. It took them half a day to rescue the first wave of survivors.

"I have a plan."

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

"We are here now."

Fermi pointed to the north of the mountain range, went up all the way, and finally stopped in the middle of the mountain range, where the highest peak was: "There are many rats wandering here... We are not good at guerrilla warfare, so we set up a solid defense line here, which can not only play to our advantages and block the pursuing rats, but also attract nearby refugees to gather around us. At the same time, let the rangers go to the surrounding rescue."

Blom raised his head and looked at the silhouette of the mountain lurking in the night: "I have no objection."

"Then we will rush over as soon as possible tomorrow morning."

After finalizing the plan, Fermi asked the adjutant to convey it to the elite team and the centurion.

The survivors in the clearing heard the news that some soldiers were going to continue to move forward, and whispered. But more people didn't care about this, and fell asleep in the warm firelight and long-lost safety. Even if they would die in their sleep.

Because they were holding children, Valentine and some survivors with children were treated preferentially, and they were also given a blanket.

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

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

"Pick us up...?"

The tired survivors gradually fell asleep, and from time to time a small group of rats climbed up the hill to invade. In order to let the survivors sleep well, Hellfire did not shoot all night.

The next morning, everyone was awakened and patted in front of a portal that appeared in the open space.

"That is the Free City in Middle-earth, you will be safe if you go there." Swain, who was responsible for arranging the transfer, introduced.

"That legendary place..." A cry suddenly sounded in the crowd.

"Legendary place?" Swain looked in surprise, he didn't arrange for a...

"Legend has it that there are rivers flowing with honey and trees bearing bread, there are no poor people, everyone has a place to live and a house, and will not be oppressed by the nobles!" The man shouted.

"Really?"

The survivors were in an uproar.

Swain smiled and explained: "It's not that exaggerated. The river is normal and the trees are the same as you see."

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

Valentin held the boy and followed the team slowly forward. The boy had woken up, but because of the fever for several days, he was a little confused.

Valentin was almost the same... This night's experience was like a dream.

When passing the soldier in front of the portal, he suddenly asked: "Can I be you?"

The soldier showed the first smile he had ever seen.

"As long as you have hatred for the ratmen, you are welcome to join the Hellfire."