Chapter 547 Rebellion 15

In the horrified eyes of Fergus, Old Valen and others, the flame turned into a huge golden python and pounced on them.

Fergus reacted quickly, shook the reins hard, 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 the original place.

Old Valen was not as agile as Fergus, but fortunately for him, there was a mud puddle at his feet. At that moment, Old Valen did not care about the dirt and stench, and rolled into the mud and water, completely immersing his body in it.

The other people around the two people did not have the skills of Fergus or the luck of Old Valen. They were kissed by the flame python. The two people who were directly hit turned into two balls of fire. They lay on the ground without struggling for a few times, letting the burning flames devour their bodies.

As for the others, their clothes were set on fire, and the fear from instinct made them scream immediately. Some of them were panicked and could only dance there, while others were more excited and immediately rolled around on the ground trying to put out the flames on their bodies.

Fergus looked at the miserable state of his men and secretly said that he was lucky, but his heart soon lifted up again, and then he fell into great fear.

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

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

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

This was much faster than the fire they had just set in the dense forest around the lord's camp!

Without the order of their masters, the warriors and servants of various families scattered in the forest immediately ran wildly - running wildly in the direction they thought was right. Some people even forgot to look around in great fear.

"Go!"

Fergus shook the reins, then raised the whip and whipped the horse's butt hard. The warhorse under his crotch raised its four hooves and rushed towards the fire and the river with a whoosh. The animal's instinctive fear of fire also made the beast desperately use all its strength.

"Fergus!"

Old Valen, who climbed out of the mud pit, saw that his ally had abandoned him and was only concerned about running for his life. He shouted in anger in the direction where Fergus left.

"Come here!"

"Come here quickly!"

Old Valen saw the increasingly fierce fire around him, and fear filled his brain.

"Ginny!"

"Sean!"

"Where are all the dead people? 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 once majestic master Valen looked extremely embarrassed at this time. His whole body was covered with dirty mud. The robes made of fine silk were completely unrecognizable. The whole person looked like a monster crawling out of a mud puddle, the kind of monster in the stories that adults used to scare disobedient children.

After shouting for an unknown number of times, old Valen finally gave up the hope of having someone come to rescue him. He looked around and tried to identify the direction to find the river not far away. However, now he was surrounded by blazing fire and couldn't tell which was east, west, south, or north.

In desperation, he picked a guessed direction and walked towards it with heavy steps. The reason for the heavy steps was that the mud on Old Valen's body was drying rapidly under the heat gathered from the surroundings.

However, before he took a few steps, Old Valen was blocked by a wall of scorching flames. The rolling heat wave made him retreat again. He had no doubt that if he continued to move forward, he would be quickly baked into a pottery figurine.

"Damn it!"

Master Valen collapsed and screamed, fiercely holding the solidified mud on his body, and his feet did not stop moving, and went in other directions.

However, no matter which direction he went, there was a raging flame that forced him back.

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

Master Valen completely collapsed, shouting and crying. The surrounding flames approached him, and the choking smoke began to penetrate 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 desperately and jumped in with a plop, like a toad.

Valen half-lay in the muddy puddle, sticking his head out to the extent of exposing his nostrils, but he knew that this shallow pit could not protect him. The surrounding fire was getting closer and closer, and the thick smoke from the fire made him begin to lose his mind.

My child Burgan!

You must succeed!

You must avenge your father and brother!

I curse you! Graman!

I curse you! Graman.

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

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"Huh! That was close!" Fergus glanced at the forest behind him with lingering fear, which was now completely engulfed in a raging fire.

At this time, Fergus was riding his mount and standing in the diving area at the edge of the river. There was an open space between the river and the burning forest.

The fire should not spread to him.

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

"Master Valen!"

Fergus shouted to the surroundings, but no one responded.

Didn't run out? Fergus thought so, it seemed that Master Valen was in danger.

He gave up the idea of ​​looking for old Valen and turned to look at the other side of the river. There was also a raging fire there.

It's a pity, Fergus thought so, Lord Paul Graman, today you can't escape from this place even if you have wings.

Looking at the fire on the other side, in addition to fear, Fergus's heart was full of wonder. What's the matter with the long flame that crossed the river to attack them? Under normal circumstances, such an abnormal phenomenon would never occur.

Could it be that the current Count Graman is really the incarnation of the devil in the world? Or is Count Graman possessed by the devil?

Before, he called Paul the incarnation of the devil, but it was just a description. However, after experiencing the incident just now, he became more and more convinced that what he did was right. Apart from the evil devil, who else could control such a powerful flame? Therefore, it was extremely just to get rid of him.