Little by little, the flames gradually spread through the village, like hopping fire snakes spitting out red flags and swimming on the tops of the houses.
There seemed to be some places in the distance that had not been affected, and there were still some intact buildings flickering in the distorted firelight.
But as the fire spreads, I believe that the village will be completely reduced to scorched earth before long.
What kind of impactful thing can be enough to nail a person's legs like nails driven into a piling?
Originally, the young man didn't understand because he didn't think anything could really make him give up his mobility.
As long as he could remember, his spirit had never been overcome by fear.
Even the dangers that could take his life several times could not let him sit still and wait for death.
As a young man, it was not that he had never been afraid or despaired, but he also never gave up and did something in the end.
It is precisely this kind of character that makes him so lucky to be like the "darling of heaven", wandering on the "border between life and death" again and again, but always firmly returning to the side of "life"
.
And unlike those companions... they stayed on the "other side" forever.
Although he himself does not consider it a "lucky" thing, he has been "surviving" until now.
"Let's go...boy, we have to go and take a look."
Zeref, who had been walking in front for a long time, turned around and saw that the boy was still in the same place without moving even a step, so he turned around and called the boy over.
"Okay...okay...I'll be right over."
The young man responded, with a hint of reluctance in his voice.
His instinct told him: it was best to avoid the village in front of him.
However, Heimer and Zeref had walked ahead early and obviously did not intend to take a detour. The young man did not have much time to hesitate. If he did not keep up now, he would fall behind.
The young man could not think of any reason to persuade the two people to leave, so he had no choice but to try his best to move his legs. Although there did seem to be danger ahead, it was not enough to make the young man unwilling to go.
There seemed to be something somewhere in this village, and it wasn't a good thing, but he couldn't explain the feeling.
In short, it was an existence that made him instinctively unhappy.
If it weren't for him, he wouldn't be able to explain this feeling, otherwise he would explain it to Heimer and the others without hesitation. But it's a pity that he can't explain this kind of thing, and he doesn't have enough reasons to convince them.
Now the boy only felt that his forehead seemed to be hot, making his head hurt, and this was often a sign that trouble was nearby.
The boy's intuition rarely makes mistakes. As long as he feels this way, something will definitely happen that he will regret later, such as the... disaster he encountered two days ago.
At this moment, the disgust he felt from the front was no less than the deadly fire cloud on the plain a few days ago.
Thinking about it now, if he could have noticed the strangeness earlier and told "that person", maybe so many people would not have died in that sea of fire.
"Wait a moment, Lord Knight."
There weren't many opportunities left for him to consider, and the young man finally thought it was best for him to give it a try.
He had already paid a sufficient price for his indecision. A long time ago, the young man knew that he should do something to change the status quo before complete failure.
So the young man trotted to catch up with the two men and called out to Heimer, who was the leader of the three.
If the boy could convince Heimer, he believed they could avoid entering the village.
"What's wrong? Boy."
Hearing the boy's call, Heimer stopped his hurried steps.
"I think it's best for us to get out of here."
"Why?"
Heimel immediately questioned the proposal.
The childish face of the boy under the cliff was still imprinted in Heimer's mind, and he didn't think it was right to avoid the boy's request.
If he didn't do something, his conscience would not go away. He didn't know what was in the village in front of him, and no one among the three knew.
Maybe a group of ferocious wolf-headed men are waiting for them to fall into their trap, or maybe like the nightmare two days ago, there is only a piece of burnt corpses and charcoal left...
But there may still be survivors who are looking forward to rescue with the last glimmer of hope in their hearts.
"There are probably a lot of wolf-headed men ahead, right? Just a few of us can't change anything."
The boy who had been with the army for a period of time had seen the wolf-headed man known as the "Death Hound", and of course the other two knew it even more.
"Maybe? Are you scared?"
Heimer frowned, feeling a little dissatisfied with this young man who had given up.
Heimer has always hated soldiers who lacked the courage to face danger.
In his opinion, soldiers who disobey orders out of fear are not qualified as imperial soldiers.
Heimel is now the highest-ranking person among the three, and according to military regulations, he naturally becomes the captain of the three.
At this moment, his words were equivalent to military orders, but the boy had no intention of obeying them, which made Heimer, who was already in a bad mood, even more upset.
The young man who felt Heimer's emotions immediately tightened his lower abdomen slightly, straightened his calves, struck his chest with one hand, gave an impeccable military salute to Heimel, and said sternly:
"No, I am willing to sacrifice everything for the country at any time."
Seeing that Heimer seemed to be stunned by the young man's sudden salute and had no reaction for a moment, he seized the opportunity and continued:
"But at this time, I don't think it is necessary for us to go to this village. Considering our current combat strength, rather than going deep into the dangerous place to check the disaster situation, we should rendezvous with other troops first and then report our encounter to our superiors. This is what we
It can be done.”
As expected of a child who has experienced training with the general...
Haimer sighed secretly in his heart.
The young man's behavior at this moment did not match his immature appearance at all. He looked like a seasoned soldier.
After calming down a little, Heimer remembered the wolf-headed man footprints they had seen all over the place before, at least hundreds of them.
What this young man said is indeed true. There are only three of them, and they obviously have no chance of winning against so many wolf-headed men.
And they don't have enough time to spend on this matter.
Soldiers are very quick, and a little bit of early intelligence may determine the outcome of the battle.
Was the experience of the Bardafinre Corps ever reported?
Did the other comrades who were still alive at the time evacuate safely later?
These are what Heimer is concerned about and cannot be ignored.
"Uh, cough! Lord Heimer, I also think what this brat said..."
Zeref, who was overwhelmed by the inexplicably serious atmosphere, found an opportunity to intervene in the conversation.
Zeref even coughed twice to express his presence: "That's true, let's try not to cause trouble, right?"
Zeref's purpose is simple, he wants to survive.
Taking risks is not something he likes.
Although he felt sympathy for what happened to this village, the unfortunate thing of being robbed by orcs did not happen to him after all.
Regardless of it, he didn't feel guilty about this. There were enough wolf-headed men in the group, which was far beyond their capabilities.
"Maybe..."
Heimer seemed to be persuaded by the two people, or perhaps affected by the hot flames in front of him. Some beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.
Heimer stretched out his index finger to pick the hilt of the long sword in his hand to relieve his confused emotions.
"The front is really not a place to go."
Wolf-headed men are quite troublesome opponents, they are cunning and cunning and are good at lurking and attacking.
Moreover, he has a strong physique, so that he will not be at a disadvantage in a head-on duel. Of course, Heimer has fought against such dangerous enemies, and he also knows the abilities of those wolf-headed men quite well.
In this regard, Heimer made a decision. He used the tone of giving orders in the army and shouted to the boy who was waiting for his decision: "Young man!"
"exist!"
The young man saw that Heimer's frown relaxed, as if he had made some new plans. Thinking that his plan seemed to be successful, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"You and Zeref go west first."
Heimel looked at the map and pointed west.
"The nearest town in Kamode is dozens of miles away from here, so it's not that far away."
"Well?!"
This unexpected reply from Heimer made the young man stunned, "What about you? Aren't you going to come together?"
"Well, I'm going to check out that village. If everything's okay, I should follow you soon, so you don't have to wait for me."
Not only the boy, Zeref also heard the implication of these words:
If something happens, the time for Heimer to arrive to join them may be postponed indefinitely.
"Master Heimer, are you going alone?"
Hearing this idea from Heimer, Zeref slapped his forehead exaggeratedly and shook his head from side to side.
"How can this be done? Even if you are my lord, you can't do much if you go alone."
"Zerf, just take good care of the boy. I know what I can do."
Heimer turned around and walked towards the village without thinking too much.
That "thank you" with a hint of hoarseness that was still lingering in Heimer's mind.
Heimer didn't think he could leave with such peace of mind. Who knew if there was really something he could do in that village that he didn't do.
He believes that his heart will continue to be uneasy like this, and in the end he will regret that he has done nothing.
So Heimer didn't hesitate anymore and walked straight towards the village.
The boy and Zeref, who were still stunned, looked at each other in confusion as they watched Heimer's retreating figure.
"Um, what should I do now?"
Zeref panicked. He kept following Heimel because Heimel was an excellent warrior and he had heard about Heimel's strength before.
Now there are dangers all along the way, and all kinds of wild beasts and bandits are rampant. If it weren't for Heimer, they might not be able to survive a few nights.
Although they were indeed not very far from their destination now, it was not what Zeref wanted to say goodbye to Heimer right here.
There may be some dangers ahead, but if they go together, they can avoid a lot of trouble.
"Wait a minute, Lord Heimer, shall we go with you?"
So Zeref, who had figured it out, pulled the boy and chased Heimer without giving the boy a chance to protest.
"That's... damn it."
The boy didn't try to break free from Zeref's hand, but quietly clicked his tongue.
But Zeref struggled to drag him, so he scolded:
"What's wrong? Boy, hurry up and follow me."
"well…"
The boy let his legs move on his own initiative and followed Zeref towards the village.
"I really can't escape..."
He sighed deeply and reluctantly stepped into the village.
When the boy first entered this strange land, somewhere in the village there was a girl huddled by the door.
The wood building the house crackled and groaned under the high temperature, so that the light yellow or darker colors were directly transformed into black. These flames were like strange black dyes, giving everything a dark appearance, but it was
This kind of "dye" is not as simple as just dyeing.
Of course the girl knew that. She huddled by the door and tried to avoid the spreading flames, but she was still inevitably burned by the high temperature.
The bruised girl used everything she could find to block the cracks in the door to block the flames and smoke that were about to rush in from the outside.
However, this old wooden door was already riddled with holes, and the remaining moisture on it was dried by the flames.
The flames were flying on the wooden door. The girl could no longer touch the door with her hands. The high temperature of hundreds of degrees was enough to make her skin necrotic.
Time is running out.
If she can't get out of this house, she will turn into ashes along with everything left here.
"God!"
She desperately shouted to the sky beyond the roof: