Alien world

Chapter 822 53. Welcome to Hellfire

The elite team stopped the rat swarm, and the ensuing inferno completely cleared the small rat swarm, and then climbed up an adjacent hill to camp.

The exhausted surviving refugees were gathered into a clearing.

Valentine held the boy with high fever and couldn't help but ask the soldiers who were carrying him: "Are you soldiers of the Tatooine Empire?"

"No, we are from Liberty City."

"But each of you has magic weapons..."

Valentine didn't run around like a headless fly. After this group of soldiers appeared, he saw the front end of the "magic spear" in their hands blooming with blazing light and sound, blue smoke coming out, and the ratmen in the distance died in rows.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Two tents were set up in front of the open space. A bonfire was raised in the left tent and food was prepared, while in the right tent, they lined up and registered one by one.

Valentine squeezed his way to the front due to his physical strength, and soon it was his turn.

"name."

"Valentine."

The soldier behind the table raised his head: "Your child?"

"It is not."

"to be honest."

"He is Ursula's grandson..."

Valentine was ready to tell of Ursula's heroism, but the soldier did not ask him.

"Where are you from?"

"We all escaped from Brunmando Castle. It has been captured by the Skaven."

"How many survivors are there?"

"I don't know, we are all scattered... There used to be more than a thousand of us, but now not even half of them are left..."

"Five hundred and thirty-six people."

A figure walked into the tent and spoke of the survivors who had appeared.

Valentine looked at him. Different from the clean plate armor of the registered soldier, this man's plate armor was painted with scarlet rat heads and blood on his chest. Killing and ferocity rushed towards his face.

They are the ones holding weapons that spit out fire, smoke and loud noises...

The child in his arms twitched due to high fever. Valentine suddenly woke up and sent the boy forward: "Can you save him? He is having a high fever..."

The registered soldier turned around and said something, and then he saw a mage coming over and raising his staff to cast a spell.

Bathed in the radiance of the healing technique, Valentin felt numb and numb, and his fatigue weakened, while the expression of the hot boy in his arms improved rapidly and turned into a deep sleep.

Valentine gradually relaxed.

"Have you ever eaten rat meat?"

Valentin, who had just relaxed, tensed up his body again, but in front of the fierce soldier he could only tell the truth: "We have all eaten..."

"Okay, now go over there and get ready to get the food."

It took twenty minutes to register the 536 survivors, and the food on the left was almost ready.

Roast meat and bread made their bellies growl, but that was for the soldiers, who only had a limited supply of thick porridge and hot soup.

A centurion explained loudly: They didn't know that they hadn't eaten for several days, and eating bread and meat directly would make their stomachs full. These were lessons learned when Xingyue Bay accepted refugees.

The statistics elite soldier walked up to Femi and Blom: "Sir, the situation is not good. Most of these people have eaten rat meat, and they are carrying the plague..."

Blom didn't say anything. Now Femi is the commander of this team.

"Then change the plan. Instead of sending them back to the new defense line, let the mage eliminate the infection and send them back to Liberty City."

While Fermi and Blom were discussing, the survivors sitting in front of the campfire were holding hot soup that warmed the hearts of the tired and slightly cool night, smelling the smell of barbecue wafting from the distance, and their hungry stomachs growled. But no one complained, because they had explained it, and because the escape shattered all their pride and confidence.

They knew the identity of this group of soldiers: the Chinese-Turkish Allied Forces.

To be more specific, they are Liberty City soldiers.

The reputation of Liberty City has not reached the ears of the people in the north who are trapped in the sea of ​​ratmen, and not many people know about it. The rest may seem familiar at best, but I can't remember them.

"Our city lord is the King of the North, Annan Reeves." Centurion McColin, who had followed Annan during the Star Moon Bay period, thought of this almost forgotten identity.

This time the survivors knew who he was.

In the North, of course, the identity of King of the North is most useful.

When Hellfire was stationed, he did not forget to let the scouts continue to climb to the highest point and look at the mountains, but they escaped too scattered.

When Brunmando Castle fell, five to six thousand people ran out one after another, but they were all scattered in this mountain range. It took them half a day to rescue the first wave of survivors.

"I have a plan."

Fermi tilted his head and his lieutenant spread the map on the table.

"We're here now."

Fermi pointed to the north of the mountain range, kept going up, and finally stopped at the center of the mountain range, which is the highest peak of the mountain range: "There are many groups of rats wandering here... We are not good at guerrillas, so establishing a solid defense line here will not only give full play to our The advantage is that we can stop the chasing rats and attract nearby refugees to come to us, while at the same time allowing the rangers to go to the surrounding areas for rescue.”

Blom raised his head and looked at the silhouette of the mountain peaks dormant in the night: "I have no objection."

"Then we will rush there as soon as possible tomorrow morning."

After finalizing the plan, Fermi asked his adjutant to convey it to the Elites and Centurions.

The survivors in the clearing heard the news that some soldiers were going to move on, and began to whisper. But more people don't care about this and fall asleep in the warm firelight and long-lost safety. Even if you die in your sleep.

Valentin and some survivors with children received preferential treatment because they were holding their children, and they were even given a blanket.

"Are we going to the Great Wall?" Valentine took the opportunity to ask the soldier.

"No, someone will come to pick you up."

"Pick us up...?"

The tired survivors gradually fell asleep, and from time to time, small groups of rats climbed up the hills and invaded. In order to let the survivors get a good night's sleep, Hellfire did not fire any shots that night.

Early the next morning, everyone was awakened and photographed in front of a portal that appeared in the open space.

"That's the Free City in Middle-earth. You'll be safe if you go there." Swain, who was responsible for arranging the transfer, introduced.

"That legendary place..." Suddenly there was an exclamation from the crowd.

"Legendary land?" Swain looked at him in surprise. He had no arrangements to ask...

"It is said that there are rivers flowing with honey and trees bearing bread. There are no poor people. Everyone has a place to stay and a house, and they will not be oppressed by the nobles!" the man shouted.

"really?"

The survivors were in an uproar.

Swain smiled and explained: "It's not that exaggerated. The river is normal and the trees are the same as what you see."

The survivors were disappointed at first, and then were seized by great joy... He didn't refute anything else!

Valentine held the boy in his arms and followed the team forward slowly. The boy had woken up, but he was a little confused because he had had a fever for several days.

The same goes for Valentine... This night's experience was like a dream.

When passing the soldiers in front of the portal, he suddenly asked: "Can I be you?"

The soldier smiled for the first time he had ever seen.

"As long as you have hatred for Skaven, you are welcome to join the Hellfire."

(End of this chapter)