In the dark and deep underground waterway, more than a thousand ragged civilians were running with all their strength in this humid and dark environment.
Due to differences in age and strength, the team quickly became a long line.
At the front of the team, Omus held the golden consul's scepter, and large drops of sweat kept rolling down his cheeks on his bare forehead.
Omus is also a legendary level strongman, and such an intense march would not tire him out like this at all.
The reason why he was sweating profusely like this was entirely because of the crazy warnings his original prototype kept sending out in his mind.
The original prototype of Ormus is a very special one even among the unknown types. This original prototype itself has no combat effectiveness and is sometimes ineffective.
But it was this strange original prototype that made him the focus of the three demon gods for a time.
His original prototype enables him to observe some scenes invisible to ordinary people through various energies in the world. After his interpretation, these scenes will become some bizarre picture fragments.
Such picture fragments have been proven to be, without exception, allegories for some real events that are about to happen or are happening now. Whenever these fable fragments appear, it means that something that others have not discovered is about to happen.
In other words, the original prototype of Ormus was a limited insight and prophetic ability, but later it was proved that the prophetic ability in his original prototype could only predict what would happen in a short period of time in the future.
And not every future can be predicted by him.
After learning about this restriction, the three demon gods slowly gave up paying attention to him, but Omus' ability was still valued by the Demon Fortress Council.
They sent him to the seaport of Kurast in the rainforest to serve as the governor of this special war fortress, hoping that he could exert his original prototype to the greatest effect here.
It was precisely by using this ability that Omus was able to successfully escape with some of the harbor residents from the rapidly falling harbor on the eve of the Kurast harbor being breached.
But just now, his ability, which was always working and not working, started to send him crazy warnings. The same fables kept flashing in his mind. Among these fables, a man held a golden weapon in his hand.
The man in the sun was taking the lead and running wildly in a narrow passage.
Behind him followed a large group of ragged refugees.
These refugees looked haggard, with more or less frightened faces on their faces. They regarded the leading man as hope and ran forward desperately behind him.
Not far behind these people, two terrifying demons with ferocious faces were frantically devouring the road they had just run on. The two demons, one green and one blue, were chasing these refugees at extremely fast speeds.
In the scene in the fable, the chasing speed of the two demons is much faster than the fleeing speed of the refugees. If they continue to run like this, they will be overtaken by the two demons and swallowed up in a short time.
As the devil slowly approached, a purple-black dim star slowly lit up above the heads of all the refugees, including the man holding the sun at the front. Omus, who had read countless fables, immediately changed his face when he saw these stars.
He turned pale.
He knew those things, and the meaning of those stars in the fable was very clear, they were "stars of death."
The following fable is divided into two parts that proceed simultaneously. In one part, the man holding the sun suddenly accelerates, throws the golden sun in his hand by the side of the road, and rushes into the road ahead alone.
The Death Omen star above his head quickly disappeared and became invisible, but the light on the whole person also became extremely dim as the sun was discarded.
Behind him, after losing the guidance of the sun, the refugees stopped for a moment, with endless despair and resentment on their faces, and the Death Star above their heads shone with dazzling purple light.
In the end, the demon caught up and swallowed all the refugees into its mouth.
They glanced at the passage with a look of satisfaction on their faces, and when they saw that the man had run away, they stopped pursuing him and started to turn around and return.
The man survived.
Another fable showed the opposite ending. The man suddenly stopped, put the sun in his arms into the hands of the refugees behind him, and then returned alone to face the devil. At the same time, the death omen star glowed above his head.
Broadcast.
But other refugees continued to run forward due to his delayed expulsion, relying on the guidance of the sun in their arms, and finally found a way out and escaped.
But the man finally died tragically under the siege of two demons.
The demons spent so much time fighting the men that by the time they reacted, the refugees had already run away.
As a result, the demons no longer pursued, but just turned around and returned dragging the bloody man's stumps.
The man is dead.
These two fables flashed through Omus' mind alternately. This was the first time Omus had seen such a clear foreshadowing since he obtained the original prototype.
He opened his eyes and looked back at the survivors behind him, only to see that the expressions on their faces were almost the same as those of the refugees in the fable.
Then, Omas looked back at the praetor's staff in his hand. This was a gift that was made and given to him by the residents of Kurast when he became the praetor of Kurast's seaport.
In terms of equipment level, this thing is only blue level, and its attributes aren't that big of a deal.
But it has always been collected by him as the most precious treasure, and he even replaced his original main weapon with this Archon's Staff.
"Hey... As fate would have it, what is supposed to come can't escape!"
Omus was silent for a moment, and then suddenly let out a long sigh.
Then, he suddenly stopped and turned around with a serious expression.
"What's wrong, Lord Omus? Why did you stop here?" Heratli looked at Omus with some confusion and asked.
However, Omus did not answer him, but looked at the golden praetor's staff in his hand with a look of reluctance.
"Old man, it's time to say goodbye!
Help me and escape with these poor innocent people!"
As he spoke, he raised his right hand and injected a soft golden light into the head of the long staff.
Then Omus's face suddenly became serious. He thrust the long staff into Heratli's arms and ordered in a tone that could not be refused: "Hera, take them first, this long staff
Will guide you on the way to go next!
Don’t ask questions and leave quickly!”
"What?! This...but..." Heratili was stunned for a moment, and then instantly realized what Omus was going to do. He stared at the man who spent time with them with his eyes wide open.
The expressions on the faces of dozens of kind elders were full of disbelief.
"No but! Let's go quickly! Eco! Lysander! Let's go! Let's go!!" The expression on Ormus's face was one-third anxious and seven-point determined, and he pushed Heratel forward with all his strength.
In the passage ahead.
"Old monster! You..." Eco wanted to say something with a complicated expression, but in the end it turned into a deep sigh.
"Get out of here!" A hint of an unknown smile appeared on the corner of Omus's mouth, and then he quickly restrained it, because he had already heard the sound of the sheep-headed demons' hooves stepping on the bluestone from the rear passage.
"Hey! Let's go!" Eco gritted his teeth and grabbed Hera, who was about to say something else. I don't know where this skinny old man suddenly got such strength, and he actually pulled Hera, who was born as a blacksmith.
Tie Li staggered.
"But..." Heratili wanted to say something, but in the end he was glared back by Eco.
"Let's go!"
"Mr. Lysander, please give these to Xue and ask him to take them to Mr. Deckard Cain after getting the last statue. He will know what to do."
Omus handed a white cloth package to Lysander with a very calm expression, then gave Fred, who was in tears, a final hug, then turned around and walked towards the back of the passage without hesitation.
"Hey!" Lysander looked at the cloth bag in his hand and sighed, then tied it tightly to his body and continued to run towards the passage ahead with the Kurast survivors behind him.
Soon only Omus was left in the dim passage.
Seeing that everyone had left successfully, a peaceful smile appeared on his face.
Immediately afterwards, his expression became serious again, and he reached into the inventory with his right hand and pulled out a long dark gold staff, and his whole body suddenly exuded a powerful and crazy aura.
"Come on! Devil cubs! I will show you what 'old dogs also have a few teeth' means!"
