South of the town of Tagwa, on the outskirts of the Golden Lion Country, on the forest road leading to the Black Marsh, a team of nearly a thousand people was dragging along.

It sounds like a team, but in fact it doesn't have such a strong sense of aggregation. If someone looks down from a high altitude, they will find that in this so-called team, people are in groups of three or five, and they are not deeply involved with each other.

A closer look reveals that those swarms of people cross and change from time to time without actually being much implicated in themselves.

They are like people who happen to be on the same road unconsciously. Except for the mighty momentum that seems to be a bit mighty, there is no communication between them.

This wave of people came out of the Golden Lion Country. They were dressed in a mixture of civilians, military and soldiers. There were men, women, old and young, and there were even cats, dogs and even mice mixed in the crowd...

Because of the humidity in summer, thick water vapor will always rise in the forest at night, making it look foggy. This team was looming in the fog, and it looked strange.

They did not give people a lively feeling because of the large number of people, but because of the abnormal quietness, they revealed an inexplicable sense of desolation and strangeness, like walking dead.

"How far is Mommy?" a little girl asked in a low voice, pulling the young woman who was holding her.

Children's eyes are always extra round, and the whites of the eyes are less than that of adults. It looks particularly beautiful when it is bright and clear on weekdays, but in this foggy night, it has an inexplicable feeling of emptiness like a doll.

The young woman has eyes as beautiful as hers, but they are also covered with a thin layer of fog and have no focus.

She shook her hand and held the little girl's hand, and walked mechanically in front of her eyes. Her eyes were stagnant, and she didn't even look at the little girl. She said in a very flat and unwavering tone: "It's not here yet, be good."

The little girl's fingers suddenly struggled twice like a spasm, and then returned to calm again, as if the little struggle just now was an illusion.

The mother-daughter pair walked in the second half of the line, slower than the soldiers and young adults in front, their breathing was a little heavy, and their footsteps were a little sluggish. It was clear that he had come a long way and was physically exhausted.

The little girl turned her head slowly, glanced at the end of the team, then turned back with big eyes and said blankly, "Are these people who came out at the back together? Are they going to that place too?"

When they came out of Tagwa Town, they had been walking at the end of the line. However, after passing through several refugee villages on the way, some people followed one after another, joined the team, and clung to them not far or near.

The young woman nodded and replied, "Yes dear, they are with us."

Every time these people walked a certain distance, they would subconsciously raise their hands and lightly tap their eyebrows and lips, and read a sentence almost silently in their mouths. Like doing some kind of worship or prayer.

About a few dozen meters away from the crowd is the most famous boiling swamp in the south-central part of the continent.

A large piece of black wet mud lay there, gurgling with bubbles of different sizes, and when it burst, it made a slight "beep" sound, one after another, and the "gudugudu" boiling sound, which became the only point in this area. movement.

The surface of those black wet mud is not smooth. When the mud bubble bursts, it will bring out some other weird things, float on the surface black, and after a while, it will be swallowed back by the ooze.

The surrounding area of ​​this swamp is not full of vegetation for more than ten meters. Most of them are stems that have long since shriveled, drooping and half-dangling in the mud.

Before you get close enough, you can feel the steaming heat from the swamp, as well as the odor mixed with the moist smell of the soil, which is very pungent.

But the entire team seemed to be completely unaware that they were approaching danger, and just walked forward mechanically and dazedly, as if they only had the destination in mind, not even knowing how to turn or take a detour.

The wind swept through the woods, with the sickening smell of the boiling swamp, smack in the faces of the crowd.

Probably because the smell was too irritating, a few young men dressed as soldiers at the front of the team frowned suddenly and blinked a few times.

In a semi-conscious state, they were deterred by the swamp in front of them, and stopped abruptly.

However, the crowd behind them still walked forward without realizing it, and with the strength of squeezing and shoving, they pushed the soldiers forward and moved another distance.

On the one hand, those few soldiers were stubbornly resisting in their minds, trying to make themselves more conscious and able to control their limbs freely enough. On the one hand, it is necessary to compete with the crowd that is pushing and moving forward.

Instinctively, they almost broke away from the crowd and stepped aside so as not to be squeezed into the swamp. However, the moment one of the soldiers with a baby face struggled to turn his head, he happened to see a group of young and old behind him. The youngest cub couldn't even walk and was held in his hand.

The little brat's eyes were much clearer than others, but he was equally unaware of danger.

When the baby-faced soldier's eyes met the little thing, the toothless cub stared at him with dark eyes, and then suddenly showed him a silly, childish smile.

"I... grab my... hand!" Seeing the smiling soldier, he suddenly woke up a lot, he was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, and shouted at the soldier next to him in a less agile voice: "Quick! Stop... stop them!"

The soldiers in the front row stretched out their hands one after another in his shouts, clasping their wrists. Just when they were not very conscious, they pulled up a thin wall of people, trying to stop them from continuing to advance. line of people.

However, with just a few of them, it is almost impossible to fight against nearly a thousand people behind them.

While forcing themselves to stay awake, they shouted and tried to wake up the people behind, but they were pushed closer and closer to the boiling swamp by the crowd...

"Stop, stop!!" The toes of the soldier in the middle had almost touched the edge of the swamp, and the shouting became louder, almost sharp.

However, even so, he didn't think of it, he could choose to put his hands down and hide to the side by himself.

"Wake up quickly!!" The very tall soldier at the farthest looked anxious, raised his foot and stepped on the foot of the person behind him.

Hearing "Ow" a howl, the order of the people was in chaos, and several civilians were awakened by this voice. The crowd was like fire bees gathered at the edge of the nest, and the buzzing sound gradually spread from the front to the back.

However, this is only a change at the front of the team, and the large troops at the back are still squeezing forward like meat.

"Ah!!" A scream sounded, and one of the soldiers at the front finally couldn't stop it and was squeezed into the swamp.

His eyes widened and he struggled frantically, but in the blink of an eye, he sank into most of his body, leaving only the position above his chest. Boiling swamps, as the name suggests, are extremely hot, and the heat alone can scald people off a layer of skin.

The soldier's scream turned weak, and finally broke at the bottom of his throat. Together with his whole body, he sank into the black mud of the swamp.

Once there was a gap in the human wall, a few more people followed and shoved into the swamp. The soldiers pulling the human wall went down three in a blink of an eye.

For a time, there were constant screams in this area, and even the heart trembled after hearing it.

The baby-faced soldier persisted and persisted, almost putting all his strength on his heels, but still failed to block the person behind him. He was pushed and shoved by two waves of people, unable to stop, and accidentally stepped on the swamp.

The black mud of the boiling swamp is like the bloody mouth of a beast that eats people. Once it bites a foot, it will not let go.

In desperation, he found that an irresistible suction force was pulling him into the depths of the swamp, and the scalding black mud had already covered his ankles and calves...

Although he is a soldier, he is actually not very old. He may have just become an adult. Compared with many people in the crowd, he is even a child, just a little taller.

His eyes were red, and he was screaming with the pain under him, but he was still shouting at the people behind him: "Back up! Fuck... wake up!! Ah-"

Just when he felt that the black mud had subsided over his knees, and his vitality was rapidly draining from his body because of the severe pain, he suddenly heard a howl of a beast coming from the sky.

He glanced up in despair and daze, and found that a behemoth was swooping towards this side with its wings outstretched, and on the back of the beast, there was a tall and thin figure sitting on the back of the beast.

The man waved his hand in the darkness, and at the moment when his wrist waved, the beast under him also swelled up a pair of huge wings almost synchronously, and slammed it.

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A gust of wind that was so strong that it could almost lift trees from the ground slammed into the crowd, and slammed out the people who were still walking into the swamp.

The team of nearly a thousand people, one by one, pushed from front to back, all fell to the ground in a blink of an eye, and they could no longer push forward and squeeze.

The baby blushed and looked desperate, but subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief.

Just when he resignedly let himself be engulfed by the black mud, he felt his neck tighten suddenly, and a huge force grabbed his throat, almost choking him to death.

And when he finally recovered from the severe pain and convulsions, he found that he had been pulled out of the swamp and placed on the ground leaning against a tree. A thin figure was half-squatting in front of him, wrapping him below his knees with clothes pulled from somewhere.

don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the posture of the package was as if his calf could still be useful.

"Look to see if anyone else has a belt or something. Pull two, or cloth strips." The man who bandaged his calf said without raising his head.

The baby-faced soldier froze for a moment, thinking he was talking to himself. As a result, when he turned his eyes, he found that there was a fierce beast squatting beside the man. It looked like a snow wolf coming down from the ice and snow plateau. It had beautiful fur, but it was so cold and arrogant that no one dared to approach it. It's just that he has never seen such a big snow wolf, and it has a pair of wings!

He thought that just now, these very beautiful wings suddenly lifted nearly a thousand people, and he felt very incredible. When did the wings fan out so much wind? ! It was as if God waved his hand and sent a gust of demonic wind temporarily.

"Go!" The bandaged man wrapped it up for the last time, and seeing that the behemoth hadn't moved, he slapped it on the body and blasted it away.

The baby-faced soldier was stunned, thinking that such a scary beast can still be photographed like this? But in the next second, he didn't have time to think about these things, because the pain in his legs climbed up again, causing him to take a deep breath.

"Forbearance, don't touch or move for the time being, if you want your calf to grow back." The bandaged man said to him without raising his head.

"Thank, thank you for saving me..." The baby-faced soldier opened his mouth with difficulty and whispered: "Can my calf grow well? I have seen people who fell into the boiling swamp, and their flesh was almost scalded. In a blink of an eye, only bones are left... I..."

The man raised his head and raised his eyebrows at him and said, "I said that if it grows, it will grow."

"God! Your Excellency Commander!" The baby-faced soldier finally recognized the person.

He is none other than Kevin.

Osved, who was sent to find the cloth strip, hurriedly scanned the crowd. While glancing at everyone's belts, he muttered to himself in his heart: "Flap your wings so windy?" Gee...what's wrong.