About ten thousand people are gathered around Lion Castle.
They are dressed in rags like refugees, huddled together for warmth, making all the roads impassable.
Seeing that the castle gates, closed for several days, are about to open, everyone desperately pushes forward, jostling shoulder to shoulder.
The Golden Lion Knights waved their hands, and the Guards, acting on orders, violently push back the throng of commoners with spear shafts.
The refugees have gaunt faces, desperately reaching out for help, as if trying to grasp the last straw before drowning.
"Lord, save us, the Demon who blasphemes the gods has come out of the River Valley, he will kill us all..."
"Get out of the way! Don't disturb the lord's passage!" The Guard yells angrily. They are strong and can fight three opponents at once.
But there are only about a hundred Guards, while the commoners number in the thousands, a seemingly endless throng.
