On the Fennon continent, in the bay to the west, on a muddy trail.

"Oh my God! How long will we go? Walking like this all day is really annoying to the dwarf!" A dwarf said impatiently outside a magic carriage.

"No matter how much you say, it's useless! You have only been tossing and turning over the way, and I can't listen to it anymore! Can't you say a few words in a few words, Barond?" A beautiful girl half leaned against the door of the magic carriage gave the dwarf a blank look and said in that same impatient tone. However, the two were just impatient about different things.

That's right, this group is Wengerens and his group who officially set out from Tal. After using teleportation within the rules, what awaits them is a long journey.

Although there is a magic carriage specially provided by the Mage Guild to save energy and speed up the journey for Wengerns and others. But until now, three months have passed, and the journey has only been two-thirds.

Although I occasionally encountered some minor troubles during this period, I could easily solve them, and basically they could be ignored or ignored. This also led to Barende feeling bored for the past three months.

The Fennon continent is not a regular-shaped continent. From a very high point, the entire continent is more like it is bonded by two irregular ellipses, the east end is glued together to form a semicircle, and the other side is cracked into an oral shape on the west side. Wengerns and others are now at the deepest part of this mouth.

After walking through this part of the oral bay, Wengerns and others will enter the Kingdom of Fein and approach their final destination. However, judging from this current appearance, they may have to be annoyed by Barrond before they arrive at their destination.

"Boom!"

In the carriage, Wengern closed the "Skinning Record" in his hand, looked at Rennes who was sitting in the car and Ainella who was leaning on the door, and said to Baronde helplessly: "Balund, just say less! Now it is not far from the final destination, and you will not be able to read a book well!"

Seeing that even Wengerns came out to stop him, Baronde closed his mouth unwillingly. Looking ahead, he was sure that there was nothing fun and interesting to attract him, so he simply fell on the front bar of the carriage and fell asleep!

What? How did you say that this carriage is not controlled by anyone? Didn’t it mean it is a magic carriage? In fact, the one who pulls the carriage is two horse-type puppets, who are not afraid of fatigue and wind and rain. This is also the reason why Wengerns only took three months to do this transcontinental trip. Otherwise, according to normal circumstances, it would definitely not be able to reach this bay without four or five months!

It seemed that even the gods thought Baronde was so pitiful. Soon, Enela used prophecy to find that there was too much movement ahead. Wengerens, who used bones to replace prophecy to find out the situation ahead at the same time. According to the description of bones, a large number of people were rushing towards this side!

After receiving the warning from Wengerns and Ainella, Baronde immediately felt a lot of energy. He turned over and stood firm again, waved the hammer in his hand, and shouted excitedly: "Haha! Come on, come on! Let you see the power of Baronde, the strongest warrior of the dwarf!"

Since time went on and the place was originally a plain, Wengerns did not intend to launch a hidden sneak attack, but directly made everyone ready. Even Renn walked out. Although he did not take action, the alert in his eyes could not be hidden.

However, when the small black dots on the distant path became larger and approached the carriage where Wengerns was, everyone did not lower their vigilance, but they were all looking at the pedestrians who were rushing to the scene in surprise.

This is a group of refugees!

The reason why they are refugees is that among the people who came, both men, women, young and old, they all looked pale and thin, with disheveled hair, and their clothes were all ragged, basically just some strips of linen wrapped around them. And they were holding or pushing a cart and pulling various items in their hands, which looked like they were common items of daily life.

"What's wrong?" Anila asked with a frown on her hand.

"I don't know! Barend only knows that there is nothing interesting!" Barend muttered, his beard so depressed that he was about to rise up.

"Anyway, you can ask what's going on. After all, it's faster to move from here. If something happens to affect us, it will be troublesome!" Wengerns stroked the cover of the magic book in his hand, and the serious expression under his frown brows showed what he was thinking about.

This kind of thing was finally handed over to Rennes, who was once a paladin. After all, the other party seemed to be a group of refugees, and if the communication method was not appropriate, it would likely have a negative effect. Because the Paladin often had to negotiate with civilians when dispatching missions, no one could compare Rennes in this regard.

The refugees opposite also discovered Wengerns's group and also found that this group was extraordinary. In addition, the magic carriage from the Mage Guild was also used for honorary MPs. In any case, it looked very luxurious in appearance. The two strange things that looked like horses and not horses, flashed with metallic luster, made these ordinary people even more daunted.

After jumping out of the carriage, Renn walked straight towards the refugees who were worried and alert in their eyes, and at the same time opened their hands to show that they had no malice. Then he walked five steps away from the front of those people. Renn asked, "Friends ahead, we are travelers from the north. We want to take a boat to the Kingdom of Fein by boat. I wonder what happened ahead?"

After hearing Renne's explanation, although these refugees did not completely let go of their vigilance, the alert gaze in their eyes weakened a lot.

After looking at each other, they took a few steps back in a tacit understanding and exposed an old man who was surrounded by the center of everyone but was not seen.

This is an old man with gray hair and thin body. He is probably the most complete linen clothing among men. His bent body is supported by a wooden stick in his hand as a crutch. Although it looks very inconspicuous, Wengerns will not regard him as an ordinary person because the old man's eyes are flashing in an inexplicable light. If he remembers correctly, this light is called wisdom!

"This guy... is probably the leader of this group!" Wengerns thought to himself, his eyes swept through the eyes of each of these refugees. When these eyes looked at the old man, the gaze he had was called respect!

"Travelers from foreign countries, the world ahead is really not suitable for you! If you want to take a boat, I suggest you go back and find the previous town to rest and wait for a while until the situation in Opp is no longer so tense. You can find another boat to move forward! Of course, if you want, it is okay to go around the mainland!"

"Hey! Old man! We want to know what happened before, not to hear you say these meaningless words! This journey is so boring!" Baronde yelled at the old man in dissatisfaction in the front of the car, and his extremely disrespectful tone also aroused the glare of the refugees.

"Haha, speaking of it, a lot of things have indeed happened to Opp, but these things are very dangerous! I think you should not go there!" The old man seemed to persuade, but his eyes showed a strange brilliance.

"I said, old man, you should not be too arrogant! Although Barond is a little impatient, he is not an idiot! You should not take out this kind of inferior provocation method! Otherwise, I can't guarantee when my patience will be exhausted by you!" Wengerns suddenly walked out of the carriage, and a spell-like inspiration flashed faintly in his hand.

Looking at the inspiration in Wengerns's hand, the refugees subconsciously took two steps back, with a look of horror and panic on their faces. Even the expressions that looked at Wengerns seemed to be watching some beast, fearing that the other party would eat them.

Seeing the inspiration in Wengerens's hand, a flustered look flashed in the old man's eyes, but then he calmed down and said, "Sir, why do you say that? I'm totally out of kindness!"

"Don't pretend! In front of the mage, you, an ordinary person, dare to tell such a big lie. I really don't know if you should say that you are brave or ignorant! Just now, your eyes had already exposed your inner thoughts. Why, should I use a spell to confirm?" The cold color on Wengerns' face became more and more obvious, and the inspiration in his hand became brighter and brighter.

Seeing the inspiration emitted from Wengerns's hand becoming more and more dazzling, the old man finally could no longer hide his fear. He took two steps back and said, "I said! I said! Please don't take action!"

Next, the old man told the story of Opp in the unkind eyes of Wengerns and his group. It turned out that these people were just villagers in a village affiliated to Opp City, and the old man was the village chief of the village.

Their village was originally located on the coast, between Opp and the coast, and has lived a peaceful and harmonious life for generations.

Somehow, some time ago, many strange creatures suddenly emerged from the ocean. They had light blue skin, and their hands and feet could change between their palms and fins, with sharp ears and green hair. As soon as these creatures appeared, they immediately launched a fierce attack on their village.

As a result, it is conceivable how could these unarmed humans be opponents of those creatures? Soon, most of the young and middle-aged men in the village were killed, while the rest took advantage of this opportunity to escape to preserve the fire.

It is said that many places have already suffered the same treatment at this time, and Opnet is already full of refugees. They have no choice but to set out to other towns.

"Dear sirs! It's not that I want to provoke you on purpose. I just hope you can join the team against those monsters! Who would like to leave their hometown? This is the place where our ancestors live for generations!" The old man said with tears in his eyes.

"Okay, OK! We also know what's going on! You can't control this matter, and you don't need your attention to our movements. Just concentrate on running for your life!" After knowing the causes and consequences, Wengerns was too lazy to make things difficult for these refugees, so he waved his hand and let them leave.

After watching the refugees flee in panic, Wengerns and others set out again in the direction of Opp.

In the carriage, Wengerns sat down with a serious look on his face. He was no longer in the mood to watch "Skinning Records" and was put aside. Anila also sat in with a worried look on her face.

"Wengerens, according to the old man, those creatures should be..."
Chapter completed!