At the end of the continent, Harold and his party, who were about to arrive at their new home, finally saw the green scenery, the sparse vegetation set up in front, and more importantly, a clear river flowing through.


    "Water! Water!!"


    "It''s finally over!"


    A large number of civilians and soldiers poured into the river to drink water. There were too many people, so Harold had to maintain order. After successfully taking civilians out of the desert, his prestige was completely restored, preventing the near crowded riots.


    Due to the monster''s raid, a large number of livestock fled. In addition to affecting the travel speed, the most fatal thing is the loss of water. These civilians have not drunk water for a day and a half.


    Harold''s endless water bag was enough for a few people to drink at most, and even many knights had thirsty throats.


    "Will you get sick after drinking raw water? Forget it, regardless of these, it''s finally over. There are a lot of migration losses this time!"


    Harold was a little relaxed and sad. He didn''t let these civilians rest for too long. Instead, he tried his best to encourage him: "work harder, it''s only one step away from our home. If you don''t want to sleep in the wild, hurry up and build your own house!"


    Harold was so anxious that he just wanted to feel sent to the civilians and give everything to RAND so that he could leave with CROM.


    After walking for a long time, I finally arrived at some embryonic settlements, which is still a distance from cities or villages, but it is much better than field camps, with a large number of simple but solid houses.


    Farmland has been gradually opened up in the distant plain, and the surrounding trees and boulders have been cut down and mined. It is believed that before long, it will become a vibrant big city and countless peripheral affiliated villages.


    "Brother, let''s discuss a more detailed planning process all night tonight and call uncle Corleone. When the time is almost right, we can also discuss the new king. Although the number is small, we are also an independent country!"


    Rand is very excited. He is responsible for most of the planning of this place. He can realize all kinds of ideas in his heart, build cities and expand the country from scratch. This extreme pleasure of farming flow makes every cell of Rand cheer.


    Harlott''s face suddenly became a little depressed. Rand didn''t know about Cleon. He couldn''t hide it for long, but Cleon didn''t want to say it, and he couldn''t reveal it.


    "No, I''m going to start with CROM and the sun sacrifice right away. It''s up to you! You''re basically in full charge, and Corleone will support you. In addition, there are key decisions. Ask Annie''s opinion a little!"


    Harold explained these things to RAND in a complicated mood. Although he was ready to meet Kryon and set out, he had no plan to rest at all.


    "No, brother, it''s too urgent. Shouldn''t you rest for at least a day or two? Those civilians also need you to make an exciting speech. This is our home after thousands of hardships. We''re about to start a new life. We shouldn''t have a little..."


    "It''s urgent, please!" harlott interrupted Rand. If it''s really just to help the orcs, it''s nothing to be a day or two late, but it''s about Kryon''s life. We must hurry up.


    Rand nodded without saying anything. He couldn''t persuade Harold what he decided. At this time, the sun sacrifice had been doing the magic treatment of chicken ribs in Kelon''s camp.


    Magic can heal the wound, but the strange curses in Cleon''s body will not be dispelled. In just a few minutes, the healed wound will crack again. When the wound completely invades the whole body, Cleon will die.


    Harlott''s original intention was to make Kryon stick to it and try to drag him back. Don''t give up hope. As a result, the sun sacrifice surprised him as soon as it came up.


    "Harlott, use your awakening magic [flame of punishment] to attack the injured place of Kryon!" the expression of the sun sacrifice was very serious, and it seemed to be his thought.


    Harold suspected that something was wrong with his ears and asked hesitantly, "what are you talking about? Let me attack Cleon with the flame of punishment?"


    Isn''t it to Kryon''s life? Harold wants to knock on the head of the sun sacrifice to see if there is anything wrong with him.


    "Yes, listen, your punishment flame is not an ordinary flame, but a powerful weapon given by the great sun, and what the monster fears most is not the sun?"


    When Harold heard this, he understood the meaning of the sun sacrifice. In short, the sun sacrifice guessed that the monster was afraid of the divine power of the sun from the fact that the monster was suppressed by the sun.


    Harold agrees with this. He does have an extraordinary effect on monsters with the flame of punishment, but this does not guarantee that the curse on monsters is equally effective. Now Kryon has been burned several times without waiting for the curse to continue to erode.


    "No, it''s too dangerous to take risks. Let''s take back the sun Scepter!"


    Harold shook his head. If there was no other plan, it could be used as a last resort, but now it is very difficult to get back the sun sacrifice, but in Harold''s view, it is much better than blind gambling.


    "Harold, have you ever thought that the sun Scepter may not be taken back at all? Even orcs must defeat demons? That''s the door of the plane channel. Although the total number of demons is fixed, it can be continuously supplemented!"


    "And demons can escape when they are about to fail. Some of those demons can blink, some can transmit, and flying is a racial skill of rotten street. It''s not so simple to grab the sun Scepter!"


    "Even so, you can try your best, and your plan is to bet on luck!" Harold still did not compromise. If he failed, he would kill Corleone himself, which is absolutely unacceptable.


    "Harold, come on, don''t grind haw. I''m not afraid of your jokes. Now I feel pain every day. My soul will crack. Even if I can''t cure my injury, it should be a relief for me!"


    KELON''s bloodshot eyes were waiting for Harold. He couldn''t sleep because of the severe pain. Life was better than death. He might as well be free from such suffering.


    Harold hesitated for a long time, finally made up his mind, condensed the flame of punishment in his hands, walked slowly to Kryon, brewed for a moment, and pressed hard on the rotten and purulent wound.


    "Ah! Proud!" Kryon''s sad cry was stopped in the tent by the magic barrier of the sun sacrifice. Kryon''s body kept twitching. The wound penetrated by the flame seemed to be gasoline splashed into Mars, burning very vigorously.