After Jacques got on the horse, the speed of the war horse was quickly increased to the maximum, galloping at high speed on the deserted streets.

The advantages of the war horses summoned by the Chaos Source Energy compared to ordinary horses are fully reflected, and the various environments such as night and day, wind, frost, rain and snow, lightning and thunder have no effect on it, and it can still run at full speed.

At this time, Jacques was like an arrow, and he didn't care about the thousands of silver coins he had just been pitted, and the only thing that made him uneasy was that he was worried about whether some information should not be revealed in the exchange with Dutton.

Towards the end of the street, out of the street is the avenue outside the town, run along the avenue all night, and be able to reach Lily tomorrow morning.

Dust suddenly rose from the yellow earth, and a rope the thickness of a small arm bounced off the ground and lay across the horse.

The war horse didn't have time to leap to dodge, and collided directly, the horse at the peak of the sculptor had great momentum, the rope was carried forward, and there were two exclamations next to the house at the end of the street, it seemed that the person pulling the rope had completely failed to anticipate the strength of Jacques's horse, and with the exclamation, a person was dragged out of the darkness by the rope.

More than a dozen people also poured out from the side of the road ahead, shouting, don't let him run, grab him......

The war horse still rushed past the group of people at high speed, Jacques just smiled, but he didn't expect to drag a rope to wrap around the hind hooves of the war horse, the war horse fell forward in the position of kneeling on its previous legs, and Jacques was also thrown out by inertia.

After flipping twice in the air, Jacques failed to control his body, fell to the ground sideways, rolled a few times, and finally stabilized his body, and with his hands on the ground, he bounced off the ground, and the war horse happened to slide sideways in front of him.

Although it landed in a mess, Jacques was not injured, if there was a chance to get on the horse at this time, it could still escape, and the war horse that the Chaos Source could summon, such a fall would not affect its continued action at all.

It's just that Jacques felt a light on his back, and the rucksack was scratched in the tumbling, and the "foxtail grass" inside fell out.

After such a hesitation, a dozen or so people in the rear had already gathered around, and a few fireballs, ice bombs, and electric lights beckoned to the war horse in front of Jacques.

Although he couldn't figure out where the other party was coming from, Jacques was not slow, leaning on the warhorse, low to avoid ranged skills, and easily pulled the lance from the horse's head.

With a lance in hand, Jacques had a bottom in his heart.

Look in one direction and lunge to the left, dodging the constant flow of Source Energy and Feather Arrows.

After pounced, he held his hand on the ground, rolled forward, and as soon as his foot hit the ground, he stepped forward, and the long lance stabbed diagonally, and the tip of the lance hit the throat of the leftist person.

The lance swung to the right, swinging a fireball, and at the same time a blood flower bloomed on the man's neck, but under the red light of the fireball, the blood flower appeared black.

The lance swung back, and Jacques knocked over another person, and then picked it up, and the tip of the lance turned into the lower abdomen of the other like a poisonous snake.

Twisting, throwing up, then smashing, the blade slashed into a man's shoulder.

Jacques shook his hand away from the victim, sending the tip of the lance into the mouth of the next victim.

Killing five people in an instant, the people standing in the other half of the encirclement didn't react, and the encirclement on this side collapsed.

In the moonlight, Jacques, covered in dust and splattered with blood, looked extremely hideous.

Immediately someone turned around and fled, and as soon as the leader shouted, Jacques found him, and the lance broke free and nailed him to a tree by the side of the road.

Then Jacques drew his knife and slashed two more people, and the remaining less than six or seven people no longer dared to face this killing god, and fled in all directions.

Jacques didn't chase anymore, picked up a torch, and ran to the place where he had fallen to find the fallen box.

After fiddling on the ground, he finally found the wooden box in the grass by the roadside, and when he opened it, Jacques smiled.

"Foxtail" is fine!

With this terrifying smile, he walked up to the man whose lower abdomen was pinned to the tree, and said, "The robber is very bold, dare to do it at the gate of the town!"

The man was alone, vomiting blood from his mouth, sweating all over his head, and unable to speak.

At this moment, the town horn sounded, and then the crowd was ablaze, and a long line of torches and lanterns gathered in the streets.

It's good, we're here to catch the thief.

Jacques took great pains to untie the rope that was wrapped around the hind hooves of the warhorse, and the man who was dragging on the other end of the rope had long since escaped, leaving only a few corpses and the man nailed to the tree at the crossing.

The warhorse that had been attacked for a while had become somewhat transparent, and the light of the torch could even penetrate its body, and the shadow had become blurred.

Seeing that the war horse actually stood up again, it seemed that he was not injured, and the man who was nailed to the tree was full of surprise, but he was still speechless.

Reflecting the firelight, Jacques vaguely felt that this person seemed to have seen it, and the torch approached, and when he looked closely, it seemed to be one of the people who had just played cards with him.

An ominous thought crossed his mind, it was the gang at the mayor's bar plotting against him!

At this time, the team in the town had already walked out of the town, less than a hundred meters away from Jacques.

Jacques rolled over his horse, his short body pulled out his lance, and the man who was pinned lost his support and slid down, barely leaning against the tree.

Jacques pointed the tip of his lance at the man's neck and shouted out to the group out of town:

"Stop, or I'll stab him!"

Dutton Nathan!

I know you're here, come out and talk!"

The team paused, and as soon as they parted, they stepped forward and replied loudly, "Little brother Jacques, why are you bothering, why are you fighting with the patrolmen?"

Jacques laughed angrily and said, "I want you to explain why I was attacked at the entrance of the town!"

Dutton said: "The town of Illegra was ordered by the Governor of Noitra to impose a curfew, and no one was allowed to enter or leave the town after ten o'clock, and you forced your post to kill and wound the patrol members and townsfolk volunteers.

No matter what your identity is, you can't leave today, I know that you are a noble son of Castile, but if you commit a crime here, no matter whether the commoners and nobles are treated equally, everyone is equal before the governor's decree, and you can be arrested, and you can reduce some of your guilt. ”

Jacques finally figured out Dutton's plan, this guy played all night, after many temptations, and finally used the trick of violating the ban to trap himself, the plot was about his own money tickets, and he was also careless, exposing the wealth of thousands of money tickets in front of them, which made people worry.

Three horsemen burst out of the crowd, each with a spear, and lunged at Jacques.

Seeing this, Jacques shook his wrist and shook his lance, the tip of his lance understood the man's pain, and then he drove his horse and rushed towards the three horsemen.

Due to the close proximity of the two sides, the battle was soon engaged. Jacques stabbed the two men off their horses, dodged the spear of the third man on his back, turned around and threw the lance, and the third man fell down the road with the man and the horse.

At this time, Jacques was only more than twenty meters away from Dutton, but Dutton saw that Jacques had injured two people in a row, and before the third person was pierced by Jacques, he hid in the crowd.

By the light of the lanterns and torches, Jacques could see the men standing in the front row of the line, dressed in ordinary clothes, some of them with shabby patches, and they did not have any weapons in their hands, but they were carrying pitchforks, sickles, kitchen knives, clubs, pot lids, and the like.

Seeing that these people were ordinary civilians, Jacques hurriedly reined in his horse, and the war horse turned in front of the human wall, and after bypassing dozens of meters, Jacques reined in and shouted: "Dutton! Do you have the courage to plot the master's money, but don't you have the ability to come out in person?

Dutton's voice floated from behind the human wall: "Who said I was plotting your money! We are a fair deal! Everyone in the bar can testify that the spirit plant I gave you is real, right?"

Now you have violated the curfew, forcibly broken into the sentry post of your town, and even injured people! Wherever this lawsuit goes, you have broken the law!

We, the residents of the town, are fighting against you out of righteous indignation, and everyone says yes!"

A sparse echo could be heard from the crowd.

Jacques was angry in his heart, and he could only force it down at this time, there was no need to entangle them now, it was important to save Lily.

So he turned his head and spat, scolding: "Villain!"

Riding the horse hastened away.

After a while, Dutton finally emerged from the crowd, and one of his men came running with Jacques' missed lance to ask for credit.

Dutton took the lance in his hand, it felt very heavy, and the texture was particularly tough, and he shook it hard, wanting to shake out a spear flower, but he didn't want the heavy lance to bend at all, why could that kid shake it out just now?

Another subordinate ran to report: "Captain, six awakened people died, three awakened people were seriously injured, and two ordinary people died!"

The man who sold it to Jacques Lingzhi also leaned forward and said, "Captain, we don't lose anything, I think this spear is worth a lot of money, plus the silver coins I got from that kid before, I can make a lot of money!"

Dutton said, "Hey, I didn't expect that kid to be a hard stubble, but what I didn't expect the most was that this would allow him to run away, and which of his horses was a strange beast? Didn't they say that they hit that horse several times? Why is it like it's all right? Or we would have surrounded him to death!"

With that, Dutton stroked the pattern of the mallet and smiled.

However, at this moment, his hand was light, and the long lance turned into a puff of milky white smoke, and the wind blew and dissipated!

Dutton's expression froze, and he wanted to cry without tears!

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