Iceball Bombardment

After Flying Dragon Bridge was blown up, the refugees on the southern bank had few options left: either head east along the river or go south.

If they went east, this small town was practically unavoidable.

It was about two hundred kilometers from Baldur's Gate, with the Chongsa River to the north, Jagged Forest a dozen or so kilometers to the south, and the ruins of the Fortress of the Lord of Dawn to the east.

Of course, the town was not safe. If Underdark Creatures came charging in, there was almost nothing to defend.

But at least for now, the town remained peaceful. Its size had expanded severalfold, and refugee camps were everywhere around it. Tents and wooden shacks had sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Along the riverbank, at the edge of the forest, and on the farms—people struggling to make a living could be seen everywhere, most of them human.

Everyone was doing their best to survive.

A few minutes later, Anse's gaze narrowed as a familiar-looking back entered his sight.

The silver-white armor gleamed brilliantly beneath the sun.

Who could that be?

The man appeared to be handling a dispute. He efficiently knocked several young men to the ground with his sword hilt, then removed his helmet and loudly berated them.

When Anse saw his profile, a familiar figure immediately leaped from his memories.

"Zahir!"

He was both surprised and delighted.

In his mind, Land and Zahir, the two Paladins, had always stayed behind to cover the retreat. Once they were entangled by Underdark Creatures, it would be difficult for them to escape.

Their chances of survival were far lower than Gwenyth, the Moon Elf Sorcerer.

"Did you find something?" Mason immediately asked when he noticed Anse's unusual expression.

"I saw an old friend."

Mason seemed