Chapter 547 Rebellion 15
In the horrified eyes of Fergus, Old Warren and others, the flame turned into a huge golden python and rushed towards them.
Fergus reacted quickly. He shook the reins vigorously and squeezed the horse's belly with his legs. The horse that had been with him for several years immediately jumped up and jumped eight or nine meters away from where he was. meters away.
Old Warren was not as agile as Fergus, but fortunately for him, there was a muddy puddle at his feet. At that moment, Old Warren rolled into it without caring about the dirty smell. He fell into the muddy water and immersed his body completely in it.
The other people around the two of them did not have the skills of Fergus nor the luck of Old Warren. They were firmly enjoying the kiss of the flame python and were directly impacted. The two people directly turned into two balls of flame. They lay on the ground without even struggling for a few times, letting the burning flames engulf their remaining bodies.
As for the others, their clothes were set on fire, and their instinctive fear made them yell immediately. Some panicked and would only dance around, while some were more excited and immediately lay on the ground and rolled around trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies. of flame.
Looking at the miserable condition of his men, Fergus secretly said he was lucky, but his heart soon rose again, and he fell into great panic.
The huge flame beam that just rushed towards them did not disappear after the blow, but turned into thin streams like scattered flowers and shot in all directions.
Those trickles, like arrows made of flames, shoot towards the grass, towards the shrubs, towards the tree trunks, towards the tree crowns.
Soon, wherever they could see, dense flames began to appear, and then they burned bigger and bigger.
This is much faster than the fire they just set in the dense forest around the lord's camp!
Without the order of their master, the warriors and servants of various families scattered in the forest immediately started running wildly - running wildly in the direction they each thought was the right direction. Some people even forgot in the great panic. Next
"Drive!"
Fergus shook the reins, then raised his whip and whipped the horse's butt hard. The horse under his crotch raised its four hooves and whizzed. With the sound of the ground, it rushed towards the fire and towards the river. The animal's instinctive fear of flames also made this beast use all its strength like a desperate effort.
"Fergus!"
Old Warren climbed out of the mud pit and saw that his ally had abandoned him and just ran for his life. He shouted angrily in the direction Fergus left.
“Someone is coming!”
“Someone is coming quickly!”
Old Warren saw the fire getting stronger and stronger around him, and his fear overwhelmed him. The brain is filled to the brim.
“Gini!”
"Sean!"
"Where have all the people died? Hurry up and bring me a horse."
He shouted desperately, calling his servants. But no one responded to him, only the crackling sound of the flames became louder and louder.
The majestic Lord Warren in the past can be said to be extremely embarrassed at this time. His whole body is covered with dirty mud, and the robes made of fine silk can no longer be seen as original. , the whole person looked like a monster crawling out of a muddy puddle, the kind of monsters in stories told by adults to scare disobedient children.
After shouting several times, Old Warren finally gave up hope that anyone would rescue him. He looked around, trying to discern the direction to find the river not far away. , but now he is surrounded by blazing fires, and it is impossible to tell which is east, west, north and south.
In desperation, he picked a guessed direction and walked there with heavy steps. The reason for the heavy steps was because the mud on Old Warren's body was rapidly shrinking under the influence of the heat gathered around him. The ground becomes dry.
However, before taking a few steps, Old Warren was blocked by a wall of hot flames. The rolling heat wave made him step back again. He had no doubt that if he continued to move forward, It will be quickly baked into a pottery figurine.
“Damn it!”
Mr. Warren yelled in collapse, fiercely grabbed the solidified mud on his body, and walked in the other direction without stopping. However, no matter which direction he went, there was a raging flame that forced him back.
"Ah——! Ah——! Why? Why?"
Master Warren collapsed completely, shouting with tears in his eyes. The surrounding flames were approaching him, and the choking smoke began to penetrate his nostrils. Even if he was not burned to death, he would be suffocated by the thick smoke.
Desperately he ran back to the muddy puddle and jumped in like a toad.
Valen lay half-lying in the mud pit and stuck his head out until his nostrils were exposed. However, he knew that this shallow pit could not protect him. The surrounding fire was getting closer and closer. The smoke from the fire caused him to become disoriented.
My child Burgan!
You must succeed!
You must avenge your father and brother!
I curse you! Graiman!
I curse you! Greiman.
With endless hatred, he closed his eyes and waited for the final judgment to come.
...
"Huh! It's so dangerous!" Fergus glanced at the forest behind him with lingering fear, which was now completely engulfed in raging fire.
At this time, Fergus was riding his mount in the diving area on the edge of the river, and there was an open space between the river and the burning jungle.
The fire should not reach you.
He opened his eyes wide and looked at the people around him who ran out of the forest with him. There were people from various families. Everyone was gasping loudly. It seemed that their escape just now made them Exhausted.
"Master Warren!"
Fergus shouted around, but no one responded.
Didn’t you run out? Fergus thought this way, it seemed that Mr. Warren was in danger.
He gave up his plan to find old Warren and turned to look at the other side of the river, where there was also a raging fire burning.
It's a pity, Fergus thought, Mr. Paul Grayman, you can't escape from this place today even if you get wings.
Looking at the fire on the other side, in addition to being frightened, Fergus's heart was also full of disbelief. What was going on with the long flame that came across the river to attack them? Such an abnormal phenomenon would never occur under normal conditions.
Is the current Earl Grayman really the incarnation of the devil in the world? Or is it that Count Grayman is possessed by the devil?
In the past, he called Paul the devil incarnate, which was just a description, but after experiencing the incident just now, he became more and more convinced that what he did was correct. Who else could control Paul except the evil devil? Such a powerful flame, so getting rid of him is extremely just.
(End of this chapter)