"Zerf, I actually have something more I want to ask you."
"Please speak, my lord."
Zeref bowed his head respectfully.
"Do you know?"
Heimer took a step forward. The remaining flames of the final struggle on the ground dyed his brown pupils red.
"What exactly happened here?"
Upon hearing Heimel's question, Zeref did not answer immediately. He hesitated for a while and then asked Heimel:
"Sir, you don't really... know nothing, do you?"
"I really don't know anything."
Heimer felt his knees were a little weak, so he sat down cross-legged. He raised his chin and did not look at Zeref, only looking at the dry lake bed in the distance. He seemed to be talking to himself:
"I lost consciousness the first time. When I woke up, everything was over. I only knew that we should be on the way to Fengya Fortress. Everything after that... I don't know anything."
Zeref also sat cross-legged next to Heimer, and this nervous guy became surprisingly quiet.
"I remembered that the Fourth Battalion that your Excellency belongs to is on the right wing... that was the first place to be attacked."
Heimer didn't respond to Zeref. He crossed his legs like a speechless sculpture.
He was waiting for Zeref to continue talking.
"I'm not sure, but I think that's the one - the culprit of all this."
Seeing that Zeref did not continue, Heimer looked at Zeref. At this time, Zeref's eyes were revealing fear, and his eyes were trembling from his soul.
Zeref's teeth began to chatter, and his tongue seemed to curl up and become clumsy. Although it was difficult, he still spit out this special name: "Filin... Geer."
"The Witch of Fire...?"
Heimer was silent, he understood what this title meant. In this world, there are really not many people who don't know this person.
The Witch of Fire——Filinger.
The last witch in the world. According to legend, she has eternal life that is as unquenchable as the eternal fire. The curse born in lava and fire gives her almost endless magic power.
How many heroes and warriors have turned their former glory into dust under her forbidden spell; how many kingdoms have provoked wars against her and returned defeated; and how many people have turned into ashes in her hands...
No one is counted.
"We really... met that thing?"
Heimer let out a breath, he never thought that he would meet this legendary existence in his lifetime.
"Uh, actually I don't know either."
Zeref added that he felt a little guilty.
"What do you mean?"
Haimer couldn't help but frowned.
"This is what Anthony said, the old magician."
"Anthony? Is he still alive?"
Hearing this, Heimer became anxious.
Antony is a military mage, and Heimer has dealt with him. He is a knowledgeable wise man and a kind old man. He has noble moral character and is kind and friendly to others. He is also known as a good gentleman among the magicians in the legion.
"That's it."
Zeref's expression was a little complicated, and he pointed at the headless corpse just now.
"What?!"
Heimer immediately got up and ran. He squatted next to the corpse, reached out and groped on the man's chest. After a while, he found a unique gold pocket watch in the inner pocket of his coat.
He once heard Anthony himself say that this gold pocket watch was given to him by his son who died in the war. When talking about his only son dying in the war, there was no sadness in Anthony's expression at that time, only indifference and peace.
.
Perhaps, Anthony had long known that such a day would come to him...
"What killed him?"
"It's a witch..."
Zeref looked up at the sky, where there was a gorgeous flaming cloud.
"At that time, the sky seemed to be on fire." Zeref closed his eyes and recalled, "Many fierce orc soldiers appeared again. When the general ordered the formation to be set up, countless fireballs dropped from the sky. I remember those
People said it was 'fire from heaven'. It was a chaotic time, and I, a cook, couldn't do anything. I had to dig a hole and bury myself before I was scorched."
Zeref was not a soldier, he was just a logistics handyman. There was nothing wrong with him hiding to save his life. Heimer had no intention of blaming him and no reason to blame him.
"That means that the witch may have helped the orcs, right?"
"Maybe. At that time, Mr. Anthony told me, 'Follow me! Run away quickly.' At that time, many people were already running for their lives."
Zeref continued, "Of course, there were people fighting with the orcs. At that time, Mr. Anthony glanced at the sky, and I also looked over. I only remember that there seemed to be a vague figure in the sky enveloped by a ball of flames.
, but nothing else can be seen..."
"But Anthony screamed, and I looked at him...his eyes were bleeding, and then his ears and nose were spurting blood."
There were tears in Zeref's eyes, and his voice began to sob. He continued with a cry: "But I can't do anything! I can only watch him rolling on the ground in pain! I don't dare to get close to him, either.
I don’t even know what to do…”
"Calm down! Zeref!"
Heimer grabbed Zeref's shoulders and shook his body hard to make him stand.
"I...it's okay. Mr. Anthony shouted the name 'Filinger' before he died, and then his head...exploded." Zeref's shoulders were shaking, but the middle-aged man was acting like a child.
cry.
"I, I panicked, so I quickly dug a hole nearby and covered it with Mr. Anthony's body. Although I'm sorry for Mr. Anthony, I also want to survive... Mr. Anthony is a good man! I usually take a lot of care from him.
,But,but I..."
"..."
Heimer didn't say a word. He put the pocket watch back on Anthony's chest. After all, Anthony had no relatives. Heimel didn't know where he came from. Now, it is time to put Anthony's belongings together with his body.
more appropriate.
"It should be a mental shock. Only people with strong mental power will be affected. It is estimated that Anthony conducted a mental detection on the thing in order to find out what it was, but he was attacked instead..."
When Heimer was a boy, his family had not yet completely declined. Coupled with his father's persistence at that time, he was also fortunate enough to learn some knowledge about magic.
"Zerf, do you know where there might be other people alive?"
Heimer has not given up looking for other survivors. Since a clever cook like Zeref can survive, there is a high possibility that there are other survivors.
"Go to Jinghu Lake, there may still be living people. Only there there may be people who can't walk but are still alive."
This is indeed true. Although the entire lake has dried up, it is the area most difficult for the fire element to affect and is still the most likely place to have living people.
Half an hour later...
"Lord Heimer, let's give up..."
Heimer and Zeref explored almost all the objects lying on the ground along the way, and also collected many useful tools and some simple edible food along the way.
But so far there has been no progress in finding other survivors.
"There's no point wasting time now, we have to get out of this hellish place quickly."
Zeref sat down on the ground and put aside the luggage on his back. He took off his worn-out shoes that were almost worn out, and took out the steel needle he picked up to pick out the blisters on his feet.
"Let's look for it again. If we can't find it again, get out of here."
Heimer also sighed and squatted down.
Although he didn't take off his shoes to get some air like Zeref did, he still couldn't hide his fatigue.
Heimer took off his helmet, put the sword and the package containing Yar's head together, tied a knot and placed it on the ground.
"Zerf, look at it, does it look like there's a person standing there?"
After resting for a while, Heimer raised his head and looked around, and then he made a discovery.
"Sir, how many times has this happened to you? Last time you ran so fast, the result was not a pile of rotten wood..."
Zeref kept complaining that the reason his shoes were in this state was all thanks to the neurotic Heimer.
"Don't talk too much, I'll just ask you if you are right?"
Heimer ignored Zeref's complaints. He half-crouched and stood on tiptoes to see more clearly.
"Uh...it seems a bit similar?"
Zeref poked his head and took out the copper telescope he found from his luggage. He widened his eyes and said in surprise: "No, that's it!"
Heimer and Zeref stood up almost at the same time.
"Walk!"
Heimer shouted excitedly. He picked up the sword and package that were thrown on the ground and ran in that direction.
"Wait for me! Sir, the little one hasn't put on his shoes yet!"
Zeref jumped up and put on his almost useless cloth shoes, and hurriedly chased after Heimer who was running ahead. However, he found that he had forgotten his luggage on the ground, and jumped back again.
When he picked up his luggage, he looked at Heimer, who quickly shrunk in his field of vision.
Zeref looked up to the sky helplessly and shouted: "Sir! Why are you running so fast!"
It was not easy for Zeref to quickly catch up with Heimer who had already run away, and the other party had no intention of waiting for him.
When he ran for his life, the soles of his shoes also screamed.
Bang!
This sound comes from the cloth shoes that have been squeezed...the last cry and resistance!
"Uh-huh!"
As expected, the owner of the shoe fell down and was chewed up in the mud. He wanted to complain to the culprit who made him suffer.
"Can't you just walk? You want to run..."
Zeref hugged his injured knee and finally stood up.
"It can be considered as catching up."
Zeref muttered.
The pair of loose shoes on his feet had been completely scrapped, and it was very uncomfortable to step on the muddy ground with his bare feet. And Heimer was right in front of him and did not continue to move forward.