This is a very quiet and peaceful town. Although Hades is recovering, the jihad that has lasted more than two hundred years is about to restart again, and the terrible fire has spread in this terrestrial realm. But this remote Italian town does not seem to be affected much.

The impact may be there. Because the underworld warriors, demons, lackeys and other evil creatures run wild on the ground, the economic system and production system around the world have been severely damaged and restricted. At least, for many ordinary people, life seems more difficult than before. Even for ordinary families, sometimes they have to live frugally and endure hunger.

The same is true in this small town. And because of the rampant disasters of all kinds, many families were destroyed and displaced. These people became refugees. Because of the large number of refugees and orphans, the burden on the ground and various countries has increased even more.

On the mountain road in the small town of Panshan, the artificially excavated mountain road surrounds the steep mountain wall. But this mountain road is not narrow, it is five meters wide. It's very wide.

There is a legend about this mountain road. It is said that it was a long, long time ago, as long as one or two hundred years ago. A Saint Seiya came here, he defeated the evil being entrenched here, beheaded it, and then opened the mountain road with his bare hands.

Otherwise, what a huge project would be needed to open such a road on the mountainside artificially.

Saint Seiya, their fists can smash the sky, and their feet can kick the ground. In the small town, the legend that belongs to the Saint Seiya has been passed down from generation to generation.

On the broad mountain road, a carriage loaded with a large amount of goods was walking slowly on the mountain road. With so much cargo, even if the carriage wants to be fast, it can't get up at all. And on such a dangerous mountain road, driving the horse fast is simply too long to live.

Behind the carriage, all the goods were packed in big sacks. Hemp sacks packed neatly piled up on the carriage. These sacks contained wheat that was transported into the town from outside.

There are many villages around the town. The wheat was transported from a village near the town.

On the carriage, the driver was wearing old patched linen clothes. He was holding the rein in one hand and the whip in the other, looking carefully at the mountain road.

The carriage moved slowly, rounding a detour. From the mountain wall on the mountain road, there are constantly small and broken stones falling down. It feels very dangerous. At this time, the coachman saw a strange figure on the mountain road ahead.

A burly young man, dressed in tattered linen, carried a cube box about half a person on his back. The box was wrapped in cloth and wrapped up.

Carrying such a large box, the young man's back is still straight. His steps are very slow, walking step by step. But the steps are firm.

"Is another refugee who fled?" the driver of the car thought. Over the years, too many refugees have fled to the small town. In the past, the small town was just a very inconspicuous small town in all of Italy. It can't be compared with the big cities of Venice.

However, those big cities in Italy have suffered. Instead, this remote town has become a few quiet places. For this reason, many nobles, merchants, and refugees have fled to this small town.

"The days are getting more and more sad." Looking at the young man's back, such a thought flashed in the coachman's mind.

The coachman thought so, his gaze returned to his front. But at this moment, suddenly, from the cliff, there was a loud and ear-piercing cry!

Along with this ear-piercing cry, a violent gust of wind came suddenly. Then a huge shadow shrouded from the sky!

Hearing this harsh scream, the coachman was almost stunned. But he raised his head subconsciously and looked towards the sky. At this moment, he saw a huge black shadow in his horrified eyes. What reflected in his pupils was a huge eagle!

Eagle, the coachman has seen it. When he was young, he followed his father in business. I have been to many places in Italy. In a tribe in northern Italy, there are also special eagle trainers. They will train eagles to use this kind of raptor that can fly and have sharp eyesight to observe enemy situations or hunt.

However, the biggest eagle that the coachman had ever seen was incomparable to the shadow of the sky. This shadow is too big. The huge eagle's wings spread out, a full ten meters away.

It was pitch black, exuding an inimitable vicious atmosphere, and its eyes were blood red. The huge figure rushed down, casting a dark shadow full of oppression on the mountain road.

This is no longer a simple eagle at all. This is a monster at all! It's a monster! At this moment, this thought flashed through the coachman's mind.

Deterred by such a huge bird of prey, the originally honest horse was frightened on the spot. In the panic, its footsteps were disorderly, and the carriage was about to overturn! At this moment, the situation seemed extremely critical.

At this critical juncture. The figure who was walking slowly on the mountain road carrying the box on his back stopped his footsteps. He also raised his head and looked at the huge black shadow in the sky. He muttered, "Has the evil breath reached here?"

This sentence fell, and then he stretched out his hand. Along with his movements, a golden light burst out into the sky!

The golden light rose up into the sky like a sharp sword, and instantly penetrated the huge bird of prey in the sky! The dark red blood spilled from the sky, and the fierce eagle screamed in the sky, and the huge figure fell straight down, smashed **** the mountain road, and then fell towards the cliff.

One move killed the bird of prey that attacked passers-by, and the young man carrying the box disappeared from the place. When he reappeared, he had already come to the front of the carriage. His hand was already on the frightened horse. It was unbelievable. He held the horse’s neck with one hand and the back of the horse with one hand, frightened. His horse was actually controlled by him.

"It's okay, it's okay." While controlling the frightened horse, while comforting quietly, under the comfort of the young man, the frightened horse actually slowly recovered its calm. ,, ..