Chapter 31 Fatal Gamble

The fleeing team started moving again, but everyone tacitly slowed down their pace.

Most people's physical strength and mood have reached their limits. They could have held on for a while without any problems, but after a short rest, they were almost instantly swallowed up by fatigue.

Sighs, cries, and complaints could be heard from all around. The jungle in front of them was completely dark, like a cave leading to the bottomless underground. The fleeing people just kept moving forward according to the memories in Byrne's mind, silently hoping that there would be light at the end of the darkness.

Chris, who was moving forward, suddenly stopped and looked down at his feet. He accidentally stepped on a bug and its juice splattered all over the ground.

"What's wrong?" Sister Irene asked softly beside her.

Chris shook his head and didn't answer anything but continued to follow the team.

"It's okay. We will be fine."

Ailinlin took a deep breath, hugged the transparent bottle tightly with one hand, and comforted her brother Chris with the other hand.

She thought Chris would be very scared and tremble like other children, but the young silver-haired boy just followed the team silently without saying a word from beginning to end.

He seemed to be the only one in the escape team who was not nervous.

Irene always felt that she understood her brother best, but sometimes she felt that Chris was too "mature".

Some people would even say that Chris seemed to be emotionally deficient, but Irene hated such statements deep down, as if they were saying that her brother was disabled.

He was just precocious and quiet.

"Erin."

Old Raymond came over. As the team slowed down, he still had enough strength to walk by himself and was unwilling to let his son carry him.

He gazed at the grown-up Irene. If his granddaughter could grow up, she would probably be as beautiful as her.

"Erin, I know how cruel and terrible the Rhea people are. I dealt with this group of grandchildren decades ago."

"Um."

Irene nodded. Old Raymond, who had been a little demented, was now unusually clear-headed.

Old Raymond looked into the darkness calmly with determination and heaviness in his eyes, and continued: "But we Syat people are not good people either, you must be careful."

"War is a game for the nobles. Most of the victims are the children of the poor, and the nobles almost never kill other nobles."

"Sooner or later, if you want to go from being a chess piece in the game to a chess player, you must find a way to become a noble."

War is just a game for nobles, and those who die are the children of the poor, Irene thought thoughtfully.

Old Raymond was silent for a while, then said, "Xiu actually has a son, my grandson, who was raised in his uncle's home in a nearby village."

Irene nodded. She originally thought that the old man wanted to make some request regarding his grandson, but the conversation came to an abrupt end. Old Raymond remained silent and kept muttering something to himself.

Lucius, the leader of the team, has been thinking silently. Deep down in his heart, he always wants to know how the Rheans "cheat". Only in this way can the Fisher family be completely safe.

How did they find our fleeing group? Did the Rhea troops target everyone, or just a certain person or thing?

A spell of prophecy?

It is very likely. Lucius knew that prophecy spellcasters were extremely rare, but they did exist. Perhaps the Rheans' prophecy spells had found out the situation of the entire fleeing team.

But is this the answer?

He frowned tightly. He did not understand the specific principles of prophecy spells, and was unable to fully judge the overall situation.

The crowd seemed to be gradually reaching the edge of the dark jungle, and the sky gradually brightened. The road ahead was no longer completely dark where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

Everyone's spirits were lifted a little, the most dangerous moment was well and truly over.

Finally, the light of morning sun shone through the jungle, the reflection of the snow made the surroundings appear bright, and everyone’s mood was filled with joy and relief.

Lucius couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He patted Byrne on the shoulder and said:

"Everyone, don't leave the jungle yet. I'm going to go ahead and check the situation. Let's rest here for 30 minutes."

The air around him was still very cold, but the light had completely dispelled the darkness, and deep in his heart, Lucius could not suppress the joy of escaping!

We survived!

However, not long after Lucius left, the warning from the great Lost Lord emerged in the deepest part of his mind.

The message contained in that great will is... Don't move forward easily, there are enemies ahead!

Lucius was stunned and remained silent for a long time, looking at the bright jungle exit.

——

Carl's invisible consciousness rose high, and he looked around with the transparent bottle in Irene's hand as the center. He soon discovered that there was a whole team of Rhea cavalry waiting outside the jungle ahead.

In the following directions, hundreds of Rhea infantrymen were also advancing slowly, holding flintlock rifles and gradually surrounding the crowd.

He has deeply realized that if this continues, all the members of the Fisher family will be caught in one fell swoop.

Karl's consciousness flew a long distance and came to the vicinity of the cavalry unit. The cavalry unit had a total of only one hundred people, which was not a large number. Among the cavalry unit, there were only three extraordinary people who mastered different knight heritages.

The leader was none other than the black-armored knight who had charged first yesterday.

Under the black helmet mask was a serious middle-aged face with red hair. His temperament was completely different from the cavalrymen around him. He was undoubtedly a true noble.

The whole situation was one of near hopelessness.

There were blockades in front and pursuers behind, and the Rheans seemed to be able to predict their position.

Carl immediately passed the information back to the three members of the Fischer family.

"Those Rheans really did cheat."

Lucius took a deep breath, feeling a huge sense of weakness, sweat slowly flowing down his back, and even having a sense of déjà vu.

The current situation is just like when he encountered the black dragon a few years ago. Every step is a gamble. If he makes a wrong move, important people will die without a burial place.

The huge pressure seemed like an invisible force, continuously tightening Lucius's mind and body, exerting a huge sense of oppression and making him feel breathless.

Lucius closed his eyes, bowed his head reverently, and spoke slowly:

"Great Lord of the Lost, I pray to you."

"I sincerely pray that you can protect everyone in the Fisher family."

"Next, I will go and lead away the cavalry in front. Please let the rest of the family pass through immediately without staying for even a moment."

Lucius seemed to be talking to himself, but he was actually talking to the Lord of the Lost.

His movement speed is undoubtedly the fastest among everyone, his physical strength is the most abundant, and his fighting ability is naturally needless to say.

If that cavalry team comes into direct contact with the Fisher family, everyone will be finished. I have to lead them away myself.

Lucius did not look back, but went alone with sword in hand to look for the cavalry unit.

He believed that the great Lord of the Lost was protecting the Fisher family and would definitely convey his thoughts to Byrne, Irene and the others.

The next thing to do was to briefly attract the cavalry troops and then find a way to survive. Although it was undoubtedly an extremely difficult and dangerous operation, Lucius knew that it was a fatal gamble that happened again every few years and he could not escape it at all.

However, the “chips” in this dangerous gamble are not only the important people around you, but also yourself!

(End of this chapter)