In the pouring rain, there were more than a dozen lanterns burning. The other party had left these things for them before leaving...
At this moment, in each lantern, there are at least a few and at most a dozen survivors...
Everyone was soaked and looked very embarrassed, but no one cared about this...
Some people struggled to stand up from the mud, but did not move around. They just stood there stupidly, letting the wind and rain blow them, with numbness and pain written all over their faces...
Some people were unable to stand up due to broken bones, missing limbs, etc., and could only sit or lie on the ground. As the rain irritated their wounds, they groaned in pain, cursed, or even fainted...
There are also people organizing rescue, helping the injured to bandage and stabilize their injuries, or turning over some people who have fainted from the ground...
Otherwise, given the other party's coma, he might be drowned in these inconspicuous puddles...
In addition, there are people who bear the wind and rain, protecting the light of the lanterns to prevent them from being extinguished by the heavy rain...
But in fact, the lantern with a windproof and rainproof lampshade will basically not go out as long as it is not deliberately closed or the blood in it is not poured out from the lamp mouth.
This thing is very fragile, but sometimes, it is magically strong.
In the dim atmosphere mixed with various sounds such as artillery fire, wind and rain, thunder, screams, and insults, a young survivor with gray hair held up a lantern with a confused look on his face:
"What do they want to do?"
He turned and looked at the other compatriots who were thrown out like him, wanting to know the answer.
But in the end, he found out that he was not the only one who was confused.
There are hundreds of people who are as confused as him...
Most of the people here are survivors, and there are very few slaves and special talents, because the slaves who followed them first...
They were basically killed.
"I don't know..." someone said from a distance.
Of course they knew that the fallen race was being hunted down by something, but most people didn't actually know who was hunting them.
A small number of survivors, including some "traitors", knew that the pursuer was Colin...
But they didn't know what happened to make these guys suddenly let them all go...
Judging from the current situation...
"It seems like they really have no intention of coming back?"
"So... who saved us?"
"It's Mr. Colin..."
The gray-haired survivor answered his question.
The answer quickly spread, and after realizing that it was the man who was responsible, they all fell silent.
I didn't know what to say for a moment.
Moreover, what confused them was that they had come into contact with these fallen races and knew the nature of them. Once they were forced into a desperate situation...
Then the first group to die would probably be these prisoners.
This kind of thing has happened before. After some fallen races captured the survivors, they were attacked by other weird fallen races...
When they are cornered, they will first kill the survivors in their hands...
It probably means that since they cannot please the gods themselves, they will not let others please their gods.