MTL - Steel, Guns and the Industrial Party Across the World-Chapter 543 Rebellion Fifteen

Under the horrified eyes of Fergus, Old Varen and others, the flame turned into a huge golden python and rushed towards them.

Fergus reacted quickly, shook the rein vigorously, clamped the horse's belly with both legs, and the horse, which had been with him for several years, immediately jumped up, kicking and jumping to a distance of ** meters away from the original place.

Old Varen was not as agile as Fergus, but fortunately for him, there was a puddle of mud at his feet. At the moment, Old Varen didn't care about the dirt and smell, and rolled into the muddy water with one wheel, throwing his body Get completely immersed in it.

The other people around the two, neither having the skill of Fergus nor the luck of the old Varun, were firmly enjoying the kiss of the flame python, and the two people who were directly impacted directly turned into two There was a ball of flames, and they lay on the ground without even struggling a few times, allowing the burning flames to devour their remnants.

As for the others, their clothes were set on fire, and their instinctive fear made them yell immediately. Some panicked and would only dance there, and some were more excited, and immediately lay on the ground and rolled around trying to extinguish their bodies. flames.

Looking at the miserable condition of his subordinates, Fergus said inwardly that he was lucky, but his heart quickly rose again, and he immediately fell into a great panic.

The huge beam of flames that rushed towards them just now did not disappear after the blow, but turned into thin streams like scattered flowers and shot in all directions.

Those streams, like arrows made of flames, shot at the grass, at the bushes, at the trunks, at the crowns.

Soon, as far as their eyes could see, dense flames began to appear, and then they burned bigger and bigger.

This is much faster than they just set fire to the dense forest around the lord's camp!

Without the order of their own masters, the warriors and servants of various families scattered in the forest immediately ran wildly—running in the direction they thought was right.

"drive!"

Fergus flicked the reins, then raised the whip and lashed the mount's buttocks fiercely. The war horse under his crotch raised its hooves and rushed towards the fire towards the river with a whoosh. Animals are instinctively afraid of flames It also made the beast desperately use all the strength in his body.

"Fergus!"

Old Varen, who crawled out of the mud pit, saw that his ally abandoned him and ran for his life. He yelled angrily in the direction Fergus left.

"Come here!"

"Come quickly!"

Old Varun saw the growing fire around him, and his brain was filled with fear.

"Kini!"

"Sion!"

"Where did everyone die? Bring me a horse quickly."

He yelled desperately, calling for his servants. But no one responded to him, only the crackling of the flames was getting louder and louder.

The majestic Master Warren in the past can be said to be extremely embarrassed at this time. His whole body is covered with dirty mud, and the robe made of high-quality silk can no longer be seen as it was. It looks like a monster crawling out of a mud puddle, the kind of monster in the stories that adults use to scare disobedient children.

After yelling several times, Old Varun finally gave up hope that someone would come to save him. He looked around, trying to figure out the direction to find the river not far away, but now his surroundings It was full of raging fires, and it was impossible to tell which was east, west, north, south.

In desperation, he picked a guessing direction and walked there with heavy steps. The reason for the heavy steps was that the mud on Old Varun's body was moving rapidly under the action of the heat gathered around him. dry out.

However, before taking a few steps, Old Varun was blocked by a hot wall of flames, and the rolling heat wave made him retreat again. He had no doubt that if he continued to move forward, he would be quickly roasted into a statue. pottery figurine.

"damn it!"

Master Warren yelled in dismay, grabbed the solidified mud on his body, and walked in other directions without stopping.

However, no matter which direction it was, there were raging flames that forced him back.

"Ah-! Ah-! Why? Why?"

Master Warren broke down completely, crying and crying. The surrounding flames approached him, and the choking smoke began to penetrate into his nostrils. Even if he was not burned to death, he would be suffocated to death by the thick smoke.

He ran back to the muddy puddle in desperation, and plopped in like a toad.

Varen was half lying in the mud pit, sticking his head out to the extent that his nostrils were exposed. However, he knew that this shallow deep pit could not protect him well. The surrounding fire was getting closer and closer, and the thick smoke produced by the fire Make him start delirious.

O my boy Bulgan!

You must succeed!

You must avenge your father and brother!

I curse you! Graham!

I curse you! Graeman.

With endless hatred, he closed his eyes, waiting for the final judgment to come.

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"Huh! It's so dangerous!" Fergus glanced at the forest behind him intently, and at this moment it was completely engulfed in raging fire.

At this time, Fergus was riding his mount and standing 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 be able to spread to my own place.

He opened his eyes and looked around at the people who ran out of the forest with him. There were people from various families, and everyone was panting loudly. It seemed that they were exhausted from the escape just now.

"Master Warren!"

Fergus yelled around ~www.novelbuddy.com~ but no one responded.

Didn't run out? Thinking of it like this, Fergus seemed to see that Master Warren was in danger.

He gave up his plan to look for Old Warren, and turned his head to look at the other side of the river, where a raging fire was also burning.

It's a pity, Fergus thought so, Mr. Paul Greiman, even if you have wings, you will not be able to escape from this place today.

Looking at the fire on the other side, apart from being terrified, Fergus was also filled with disbelief. What happened to the long flame that crossed the river to attack them? Under normal conditions, such an abnormal phenomenon would never occur.

Is the current Earl Graham really the incarnation of the devil in the world? Or that Count Graham was possessed by the devil?

He used to call Paul an incarnation of the devil, and it was just a description, but after experiencing the incident just now, he became more and more convinced that what he did was correct, and who could control such a powerful flame except the evil devil, so It would be perfectly just to get rid of him.