Alma was naturally not the kind of person who hesitated in doing things. After considering the next step, she immediately ran towards the mercenary union's peace of mind.

But before she could run past the corner in front, she saw a carriage speeding towards her from there.

In panic, Alma felt her feet slip and immediately fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the groom driving the carriage found Alma in time and hurriedly grabbed the reins.

After the horse neighed, the car finally stopped before hitting Alma.

"Hey, are you okay?" The coachman saw Alma falling into the water and immediately jumped out of the car.

"It's okay, it's okay." Alma replied with a grin on her face while trying to wipe off the mud and water on her body.

This time she fell really hard.

When the driver saw that Alma was okay, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay.

Come up quickly.

This is the last carriage ride.

It would be terrible if you miss it.”

"What carriage is leaving here? Hey, what are you going to say? Hey!" Before Alma could finish speaking, the coachman couldn't help but drag Alma to the back of the car, and then pulled the confused Alma

Pushed up.

Soon, Alma heard only the neighing of a horse, and soon the carriage started moving again.

Although it was baffling, Alma could only helplessly find a corner in the car and sit down.

At this time, she looked around intently.

The carriage shed was very large, and there were more than a dozen people sitting sparsely in the shed, mostly the elderly, women and children.

It seems that this carriage is specially used to transport those with limited mobility.

Everyone's faces looked gloomy, and they seemed to have heavy worries. They all sat there with their heads bowed and remained silent.

"What's going on with these people? Everyone is worried.

It's not the end of the world." Alma looked at the people around her with strange eyes while trying hard to squeeze the water out of her clothes.

Just as she was thinking, Alma heard a little girl lying on the lap of a woman not far from her suddenly sobbing softly: "Mom, are we really going to die?"

"Silly boy, stop thinking nonsense.

Your father is fighting with his uncles, and I believe they will win soon." The woman comforted the girl in a low voice and stroked her head.

"Cough, cough.

It seems that what is supposed to come has finally come." Just when Alma was about to go up and ask the woman what was going on, an old man sitting opposite her began to cough non-stop.

"Old man, drink this.

It will be better." Upon seeing this, Alma took out a small bottle of potion from her bag and handed it to the old man.

"Cough, cough.

Oh, thank you." The old man glanced at Alma, then took the bottle and drank the potion inside.

The bottle contained a potion unique to the elves that was prepared from various herbs, so the old man's cough soon subsided.

"Well, it seems that my old bones are really almost useless." The old man shook his head, and then handed the bottle containing the remaining potion back to Alma with a bit of gratitude, "Thank you for the medicine.

But it’s actually nothing.

Even if we can live now, I'm afraid we people won't be able to survive for a few more days."

"Old man, what do you mean?" After hearing what the old man said, Alma immediately asked.

"Oh? Don't you know yet? The demons have appeared again, and they are more powerful than they were a hundred years ago.

Alas, even the dragon army led by the Silver Dragon King has been completely wiped out, what else do you think can stop them?"

"White, silver dragon!" The first thing that came to Elma's mind at this time was Ellie, "Ellie, she's dead.

Impossible, what on earth is going on?"

Alma shook her head vigorously and tried to shake that thought out of her mind, and then asked: "What about the others? Don't we still have the infantry regiment of the Phylicia Empire and the mercenary regiment of the Mercenary Kingdom?

?”

"They were already finished.
Chapter completed!