547. Rebellion 15

Chapter 547 Rebellion 15
In the horrified eyes of Fergus and Old Valen and the others, the flames transformed into a huge golden python that lunged straight at them.

Fergus reacted quickly, shaking the reins vigorously, his legs clamped the horse’s belly with force, and the horse that had been with him for several years immediately pranced up, jumping in one stirrup to a place eight or nine meters away from the original spot.

Old Valentine is not as agile as Fergus, but fortunately for him, there is a muddy puddle near his feet, and at that moment Old Valentine didn’t care about the dirt and odor, a roll rolled into the muddy water, and completely immersed his body in it.

In the two people around the other people, neither Fergus that kind of hands, nor the old Valen that kind of luck, knot was enjoyed the kiss of the flame python, was directly impacted by the two people directly into two groups of flames, even struggling did not struggle a few times on the ground, let the burning flames engulfed their remnants of the body.

As for the other few, their clothes were set on fire, the fear from their instincts made them immediately yell and scream, some panicked and lost their minds and would only dance around, some were more agitated and immediately lay on the ground and rolled around trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

Fergus looked at the miserable state of his men and said in his heart that it was a fluke, but his heart quickly reared up and went into a great panic with it.

The huge beam of flames that had just rushed towards them did not disappear after the blow, but instead turned into a thin stream that shot off in all directions like a scattering of flowers.

Those thin streams, like arrows made of flames, shot towards the grass, towards the shrubs, towards the tree trunks, and towards the tree crowns.

Soon, as far as their eyes could see, densely-packed flames began to appear, and then grew larger and larger and larger.

This was much faster than the fires they had just set in the dense forest around the lord’s camp!
Without the need for orders from their own masters, the warriors and servants of the various clans scattered throughout the forest immediately ran wildly – in what they each believed to be the right direction – and some of them, in their immense panic, even forgot to beside
“Hyah!”

Fergus shook the reins, then raised his riding crop and gave a hard whip to his mount’s buttocks, and the warhorse under his crotch raised all four hooves, and with a whoosh, he scurried towards the fire towards the river, and the animal’s instinctive fear of flames also made the beast use its whole body as if it were desperately trying to die.

“Fergus!”

Old Valen, who had crawled out of the mud pit, saw that his ally himself had left him behind and was only fleeing for his life, and he shouted with great indignation in the direction in which Fergus had departed.

“Somebody!”

“Hurry up and send someone!”

Old Valen saw the growing fire around him, and fear filled his brain to overflowing.

“Gini!”

“Thane!”

“Where are all the men dead? Hurry up and bring me a horse.”

He yelled desperately, calling out to the servants of his house. But none of them responded to him, only the crackling sound of burning flames grew louder and louder.

The former majestic Lord Valen’s appearance at this moment could be said to be in a sorry state, his body was covered in dirty sludge, the robe made of the finest silk could no longer be seen in its original state, and the whole person looked like a monster that crawled out of a pit of mud and water, the kind of monster in the stories that adults use to frighten disobedient children.

After shouting several times, old Valen finally gave up the hope that someone would come to save him, he looked around, trying to recognize the direction to find the river not far away, but now his surroundings are all burning fires, it is impossible to distinguish between east and west, north and south.

In desperation, he picked a guessed direction and walked towards it with heavy steps, heavy because the mud on Old Valen was drying out rapidly from the heat gathered around him.

However, before he could take more than a few steps, Old Valen was stopped in his tracks by a wall of scorching flames, and the heat wave that rolled over him made him retreat again, and he had no doubt that he would have been quickly roasted into a terracotta figurine if he had continued to move forward.

“Damn it!”

Master Valen exclaimed in a crumpled voice, snapping viciously at the clods of mud that had solidified on his body, his feet going without stopping their movement in the other direction. In either direction, however, a blazing fire drove him back.

“Ah–! Ah–! Why? Why?”

Master Valen completely collapsed, shouting in a snotty manner. The flames around him closed in on him, and the choking smoke began to burrow into his nostrils, killing him with the smoke, if not burning him to death.

He ran back to the muddy puddle without a second thought and jumped in with a thud, like a toad.

Half lying in the muddy pit, Valen poked his head out to the point of exposing his nostrils, however, he knew that the shallow deep pit would not protect him from the fires around him that were approaching the area more and more, and the smoke from the fires was starting to make him delirious.

O my boy Bulgan!

You must succeed!

You must avenge your father and brother!
I curse you! Graiman!

I curse you! Graiman.

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

……

“Whew! So close!” Fergus took a heartfelt glance at the forest behind him, which was now completely caught in a blazing fire.

At this moment, Fergus was riding his own mount standing in the diving area at the edge of the river, and a clearing existed between the river and the burning dense forest.

The fire shouldn’t be able to diffuse itself here.

He opened his eyes wide and looked around at the people who ran out of the forest with him, all from various clans, each of them panting loudly, looking like they were exhausted from the escape just now.

“Master Valen!”

Fergus called out to the surroundings, but no one responded.

Didn’t run out? Fergus thought so, it looked like Master Valen was in a bad way.

He gave up on looking for old Valen and turned his head toward the other side of the river, where the same fire was burning.

Very regrettable, Fergus thought so, Lord Paul Gleeman, today you can’t escape from this place even if you have wings.

Looking at the opposite bank of the fire, in addition to panic, Fergus’s heart is also filled with incredulity, that across the river over to attack them long flame is what is going on, the normal state will never appear so abnormal phenomenon.

Could it be that the current Count Greiman is really the devil’s incarnation on earth? Or was Count Greiman possessed by the devil?
In the past, when he shouted that Paul was the devil incarnate, he was still merely describing it, but after experiencing the events just now, he became more and more convinced that what he did was correct, and that apart from the evil devil, who would be able to manipulate such a powerful flame, and therefore getting rid of him was beyond justice.

(End of chapter)