An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

"Hoo-ho! Wait! There seems to be movement from behind, and the monster seems to have stopped!"

A panting male human said breathlessly.

He was wearing better cloth, not the linen clothes of the poor. It could be seen that he might have lived a decent life before, but after several days of running away, he had already lost his reserve. Now his clothes were so dirty that it was almost impossible to tell. The original appearance was full of dust and mud.

The other two people traveling with him were similar. After hearing this, they slowly stopped.

It was no longer possible to stop. The chase had lasted for nearly half an hour. They were relatively wealthy in the city and had not experienced such strenuous exercise for who knows how long. They could no longer run.

"Ha-ah-ha-ah, really, really?"

The two people at the front were breathing heavily and holding their abdomens with their hands. Their heartbeats were about to beat. If they continued running, they would definitely tire themselves to death. So they turned their heads and backed away with the last glimmer of hope. Look.

"Tyr's arm! It looks like someone killed those monsters!"

Because the battle ended too quickly, they only saw the steel monster slowly stop, the violent sound of the weapons colliding, and the high-pitched war cry.

"No, it can't be, it can't be the devil's conspiracy. This place is deserted, where can we help?"

One asked tiredly and hesitantly, while the other immediately retorted.

"No - Hardy, we can survive until now only because these monsters are playing tricks on us, Trank, Nora, and Cundiff just now. They were stabbed with spears as soon as they broke away from the large group."

Huh - he took a deep breath, calmed down and continued.

"They drove us away like animals. Although they don't want to admit it, they are fully capable of killing us all. There is no need to play such tricks."

Rufus said these words feebly. Hardy didn't say much when he heard this. The desire for life flashed in his eyes, but Farr suddenly argued emotionally.

"Are you kidding me? Rufus! You just said that these guys are completely inhumane! Maybe they did it on purpose!"

"There's nothing we can do about it! We can't run anymore! It makes no difference!!"

Rufus yelled out of control! Slap Far's rebuttal back!

But then he forced himself to put away his anger and calmly spoke to the other two people.

"Ha—let's go back and take a look. We are too far into the forest now and have lost our way. If we continue to move forward, we will die."

"I can only take a gamble in the future."

Hardy was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then he turned to Farr and said.

"Rufus is right, Farr, we must go back."

Originally, there were more than 50 people in their team. After they escaped from the fall zone of Eltoril, it took them another full day to reach the main fortress of the Lord of the Dawn.

The total number of refugees at that time was four to five thousand.

The main fortress of Dawn was unable to support so many people, so the refugees were divided into several groups and fled in different directions in the past few days.

Most of the people in their team had some connections in Baldur's Gate, so they went to Baldur's Gate together.

Everything was fine at first, but just as they were approaching the forest, three Hell Chariots suddenly came out from behind, directly knocking their team of more than 50 people apart. Everyone was like frightened sheep at the sudden incident. The group was also broken up into several stocks.

They were the largest group, with more than 20 people. Originally, there were a few professionals following the team, and they even thought about organizing a resistance, but they were either killed or captured soon, leaving them alone. Ordinary people.

Several people froze on the spot and panted violently. While recovering their strength, they paid attention to the movement behind them. During this period of time, the chariot never came close, and even the continuous wailing sound was somewhat reduced.

"Maybe someone really saved us?"

Hardy said optimistically to the other two, while Rufus responded coldly.

"Don't think about it. It's almost time to rest. Let's get ready to face our fate."

Gudong, the remaining two people swallowed when they heard this, but then they became determined again and followed Rufus with a tired pace, walking towards the stagnant steel creation from hell.

They cautiously approached to a certain distance.

"It won't transform automatically. Bad review."

Then there was the sound of steel falling to the ground, and this sentence directly aroused these people's desire for life, because the man spoke a very standard common language.

Although those monsters can also speak Common Language, their words have an inexplicable accent and are very easy to identify.

"It's actually true... Oh! God of Justice, Tyr, bless you!"

"Let's go up and have a look!"

This steel chariot was five to six meters high and more than ten meters long. They could not see the situation above at all from below. The overly excited people immediately began to prepare to climb up to see their savior.

There are also their relatives, whose relatives are now locked in this steel coffin, and they must go up.

Finally, they found a relatively flat place where the steel was made into steps that could be climbed up with bare hands.

Far excitedly climbed up first, and he said as he climbed back up.

"Oh, Tyr! Bless you, Helm! Thank you so much, friend! Thank you, thank you so much! Without you, we really don't know - ah!!! Evil!!"

Fal's shout frightened the two people behind him. They trembled and almost fell down the escalator.

"No, I'm a tiefling, a flying boy from Eltoril, a fair and honest flying experiencer, the most affordable performer in the outer city, ten copper coins per time, and the price doubles for those over 150 pounds. Have you heard of it?"

"Ah! Ah-ah???"

Noshir lifted the man up and put him on the deck of the chariot, then said to the two people below.

"Come on up, you should be able to see that I'm not one of those hell creatures."

"...I'm really not."

Rufus grabbed Noshir's outstretched arm, and Noshir pulled them aboard with all his strength.

Hardy: "Far! Damn it, you almost scared me to death!"

Far: "This, this is not my fault!"

Rufus: "Okay, stop talking nonsense, you two! - Thank you, this, uh, tiefling, thank you for saving our lives and our relatives."

"Just call me Noshir, are there any relatives in this car?"

"Yes, that's right, thank you very much, thank you! Mr. Noshir!"

"Don't worry, I'm also from Eltoril, although I have only lived there for less than half a year, but what I said before was not a joke."

Noshir waved his hand in a friendly manner, and then motioned to them to wait.

"Wait a minute, I will rescue the people in this car right away."

Noshir picked up a hell cutter, walked to the trap door at the stern, hooked the iron ring on it with a long-handled knife and lifted it.

Then four iron chains with chain hooks suddenly shot out from the warehouse, two iron grooves went straight to Noshir's eyes, and the other two aimed at his wings.

The incident happened too quickly, and Noshier was in a weak period after the end of the frenzy. At this critical moment, he immediately thought of a countermeasure with his highly alert spirit.

He gave up using his hands to block the iron chains and turned to intercept with his wings. Four iron hooks fiercely hooked his fleshy wings, but the wide wings completely blocked these attacks. Noshier endured the severe pain and lifted them up suddenly.

His vision was completely opened, and the dim warehouse was like daylight in Noshier's eyes. He saw the thing that attacked him.

A chain demon!

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