The Dean Has Arrived

Text Chapter 441: The First Appearance of the Light of Hope

Little Missa originally lived in the city of Hekaveto near the Angola Mountains. ¤ Literature Bar: wxba¤

After the orcs invaded, the city of Hekaveto was breached after resisting for only one day, so her parents could only take her nine-year-old to flee together.

On the way, her mother died from a spear poisoned by orcs, and her father was also separated from her in the refugee wave. In the end, the little girl could only travel long distances with other refugees, and managed to escape to Lovenia, a border city that still supports refugees to a certain extent.

Half a broken bowl and a piece of tattered clothes are all the property of this little girl whose face is as dusty as the bottom of a pot.

"Don't push, line up, everyone!"

Leaning on the hilt of his sword, the city guard in the Lovenian style leather armor shouted the same words as before at the relief booth.

If it weren't for the deterrence of this armed force, the refugees would have robbed the few boxes of black bread in the relief stall in no time. In fact, before this, some daring refugees tried to form gangs, kill guards, rob food, and even loot Slovenia.

It's just that within ten minutes of their operation, they were completely defeated by the witch knight in the city. Several leaders were also beheaded and hung by the city gate to dry into bacon, warning others not to fight. This kind of idea.

As a result, some restless refugees can only cast their minds on the weaker refugees.

After Misha received her own black bread, several people immediately surrounded her and snatched away most of the bread, leaving her with less than one-fifth of the black bread... or black bread crumbs .

Even resistance will only result in punches and kicks in the end. In the past few days, the little girl with the scar on her face has already deeply understood this point.

So she could only shrink into the corner pitifully, swallowing the small piece of dry and tasteless black bread silently with the river water in the broken bowl.

When will this life end?

The girl has some messy bangs that have not been taken care of for a long time. He looked at everything in front of him timidly.

Confusion, irritability, anxiety, panic... Uncomfortable negative emotions permeate the refugee camp.

As long as the war is not over and the cities belonging to humans are not recovered, all this will continue.

After drinking the last sip of water, the little girl carefully put the half broken bowl into her clothes like a treasure.

At this time, the mutation happened.

The refugee camp not far to the east suddenly became commotion. The refugees in that direction suddenly started running in all directions. All the refugees were familiar with this situation—when the orcs broke into their homes, they ran like this desperately.

But this time it wasn't an orc.

The entire east half of the refugee camp collapsed into the ground, leaving behind a bottomless black hole.

Then, a hill-like thing appeared in front of the panicked people.

Rock born Behemoth.

It was like being sprinkled a handful of salt in the wound. The already unstable emotions of the refugees were ignited at once.

They screamed, cried, and ran. The entire camp was in chaos, and even the guards who were planning to go to support were torn apart by the flow of people before they even set up their formation.

Even if it is the majestic witch knight who appeared in the sky immediately when he was conquering the refugee rebels. At this time, the flame also seemed weak to the giant beast.

"Aww!"

Misha reacted a step slower, and was knocked to the ground just as she stood up. The broken bowl that she regarded as a treasure also slipped from her clothes and broke into pieces under the girl's panicked eyes.

There was a burning pain from the scrape on the knee, which made the girl burst into tears.

But the long run had taught her that crying wouldn't solve anything.

"A little, woo, it doesn't hurt at all..."

She sniffled. Get up hard.

However, when she raised her head, a huge monster made of rocks had already arrived in front of her eyes.

The huge deterrent force comparable to Longwei made the little girl tremble and couldn't move.

"Woo... Dad, Mom..."

Seeing that the little girl was about to be crushed into minced meat by the giant beast. A ray as thick as a water tank suddenly pierced through the thick clouds and fell from the sky, like a blow to the head, blowing the giant beast to the ground. Set off a burst of smoke and dust!

Then, in the eyes of all the refugees and the Slovinian city guards. A ray of hope appeared.

A large and surprisingly large five-masted sailboat sailed out of the clouds, pulling a long cloud of aircraft in a slightly overcast sky.

The muzzle of the magic cannon directly in front of it still has the crimson redness caused by the overload of magic power.

On the ramming corner of the magic ship, a blue-haired girl wearing a black coat and pleated skirt and a cloak fluttering in the wind stood, holding a metal wand in her hand, with an indifferent poker face With bright yellow eyes, it gives people a sense of aloofness and sternness.

On both sides of her stood three people, a total of seven people formed a V.

On her right are young men wearing white mage robes and a Scottish hat on their heads. The force field sword in their hands is like a huge lightsaber emitting translucent pale golden light; they are wearing blue clothes similar to craftsman clothes , with a pair of crystal glasses on his face, a blond boy with a kind smile; and a boy wearing a purple mage robe, slightly blessed, with a long wooden stick, whether it is a civilization stick or a magic wand, under his armpit.

On her left is a red-haired girl wearing a green mage robe and a small red vest; also wearing a green mage robe, wearing a string of bracelets that are shining with mysterious colors, leaning on a A girl with a long wooden staff; and a boy wearing a silver half-length rune armor, holding a beheading sword in his hand, and the sword is still shining with magic light.

The ship sailed towards the ground at high speed, the clouds were split around them, and the atmosphere also made a sharp piercing sound due to the vibration.

Even so, from the beginning to the end, their straight spines and tall and heroic figures did not tremble at all!

Just like that, the magic ship from Slovenia stopped abruptly just before it was about to crash, and floated slightly in mid-air, confronting the huge monster that got up again.

No, rather than saying that the magic ship was confronting Yansheng Behemoth, it would be better to say that the seven people at the bow were confronting that unreasonable monster!

In the moment of crisis, these seven people were unknowingly branded as the saviors in the minds of all the refugees.

And this incomparably handsome scene was deeply reflected in Misha's young heart, leaving a thought in her heart that even time could not erase.

I also want to be like them!

ps: I originally wanted to add a sentence 'We failed to penetrate the enemy's armor! ’ Yes, but thinking about it seems to spoil the atmosphere, so I can only give up with tears...

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