Only the sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty streets.
A figure in a dark blue robe was staggering forward.
The hem of his robe was torn to shreds, and there were several obvious cuts on his body.
However, those wounds were all on his forearms.
His steps were disorganized and he seemed a little unsteady when he ran.
He didn't run smoothly or with any rhythm.
He was just running as fast as he could.
He just stared straight ahead, which was the direction of the city wall.
“Damn…Damn it!”
He cursed through gritted teeth, his voice completely hoarse: "The city gate is blocked...it's blocked!"
In his right hand he clutched a broken staff, but he did not throw it away.
Every few steps he ran, he would look back nervously, his pupils slightly dilated with fear.
"Where are the people? Where have they gone?"
He looked at the empty street and suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Could it be them too?"
It choked up in the middle of its words, as if it had thought of something terrible.
As a result, his steps became faster and more chaotic.
When he turned a corner, his shoulder hit the wall hard, but he seemed not to feel any pain and continued running.
"No! No!"
He muttered, his voice trembling.
"Could it be that now, it is also going to give me..."
Finally, the city wall came into view.
He stumbled toward the steps, but tripped on the first step.
His knees banged hard on the stone steps, but he immediately got up using his hands and feet and continued to climb up.
The moment he climbed onto the city wall, he just looked at his broken staff and swallowed hard.
Then he leaped down from the city wall.
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