Bab 537: Hot Steam Profound

The sky was gray, and white dust fell from the sky and landed on the black team.

In the crowd, children who were less than the height of an adult's knee curiously picked up the dust and wanted to lick it with their tongues, but they were slapped away by their silent father.

"Father, is this snow?"

The eyes of the children in ragged clothes were sparkling, which was worlds apart from those of adult human slaves.

It was obvious that they had not realized their most tragic fate on this continent.

The skinny man whose head was covered in the dust shook his head, indicating that he did not know either.

He raised his head with difficulty and saw the City of Bones not far away, as if it was a monster that was ready to devour people.

On the way, two Orsaide soldiers were chatting.

Surprisingly, when they looked at the large groups of human slaves, there was no contempt in their eyes. Instead, there was sympathy.