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The group rushed into the bedroom, and a petite figure slowly sat up on the large bed with the curtains raised, and asked softly in a hazy voice: "Mom, what ...... happened?"

Before she finished speaking, she was held in her arms by Anna, who rushed to the bedside first, and the little girl looked sleepy-eyed, leaning on her mother's arms, and vaguely saw Marten standing behind her.

"Daddy...... when will it ......?" the fat merchant leaned close to his daughter and held her head, kissed her forehead, exhaled heavily, as if at last at ease, and whispered to her:

"Alright, Winnie, don't ask so much—obedient, don't talk yet, okay?"

Winnie nodded obediently in agreement, she looked about two years younger than Bertha, but her personality was obviously quite different, the unrestrained wilderness now allowed Bertha to be fully unleashed, and coupled with the previous experience of escape, Bertha Bardot was as proud and difficult to train as a little wild cat.

But Winnie in front of her was like a little white rabbit, and when she heard her father's command, she immediately closed her mouth obediently, looked at Thor and Kratos a little timidly, with a frightened expression on her face, and her little hand couldn't help but grab the corner of her mother's clothes beside her.

Only then did Malten turn around and look at Thor, gasping for breath and asking nervously, "My lord—are we next?"

Thor stared at the wax paper bed next to the bed, and in the faint moonlight, he didn't know if he could see the movement inside, but there was no doubt that there must be a strong crossbow aimed at the big house at this time, and once a figure was found, the crossbow bolts would shoot mercilessly with the goal of taking lives.

Outside the house, there was the sound of footsteps rustling, accompanied by the occasional sound of swords unsheathed and the sound of feet falling to the ground over the courtyard wall.

Thor didn't need to open the window paper to imagine that there were countless warriors with swords and swords outside, hunched over and advancing into the house.

"Oh my God—Paul is still down there—" The fat maid Mary let out a heavy exclamation as she forgot to cover her mouth.

Seeing Saul looking at him suspiciously, Malten told him bitterly, "That's the groom of the family, who has always lived in the cottage on the first floor. ”

"I can't care so much, I'm afraid he'll have to resign himself to his fate-" Thor sighed, tightened the ring head knife in his hand, and stared vigilantly into the darkness, while skipping the topic and said to the crowd, "Now I can only kill them before they all surround them." ”

"My lord—" Malten carried Winnie on her back, and the little girl was still wearing silk openwork pajamas with a close-fitting white shirt underneath, and listening to the adults at this time, she probably understood the situation and turned pale with fright, and lay on her father's back and did not dare to move.

"I think we have two paths," said Marten to Saul in a quick tone, "one is to go straight down the street to Worms Cathedral, which is the closest safe place to here. ”

"There are guards guarding the entrance to the church late at night, and no one dares to attack in front of the cathedral unless he doesn't want to stay in Worms. ”

"The only problem is ......," Malten said, looking out the window with a wry smile.

Saul went on to say it: "The only problem is that we will be a live target on the street, and we will be shot as hedgehogs in an instant—what is the second one?"

The Cathedral was a good place to take refuge, but given the unknown location and number of crossbowmen lurking outside, Thor almost immediately shelved the suggestion and asked for a second way.

Malten didn't dare to delay, and the wry smile on his lips intensified, "The second way is to escape from the backyard of the house, where it leads to the backstreets and alleys of the central district, where there are buildings that can block the crossbowman's view - but there is no way to go around the church, and there will be no patrolling guards, and will be pursued more unscrupulously." ”

"And where does the backstreet lead?" Thor frowned, he had a hunch that Malten wouldn't smile like that for no reason.

Sure enough, the fat merchant's answer made the situation even less optimistic: "The only thing there that has a chance for us to escape is the 'sewers'." ”

"Well, in such a situation, the sewers are a good option, right?" Thor shrugged as he had guessed, neither of these roads was good, but the latter had a better chance of escaping than being shot on the street.

If it was just himself and Kratos, Thor wouldn't mind giving it a go, with Kratos by his side, he really wasn't too afraid of this group of chasing people.

But to protect Malten, Anna, and Winnie at the same time, three people who have no combat power, is completely different from simple combat.

"Then let's go—" The escape route was decided, and Thor didn't delay any longer, and before the enemy reached the third floor, it was best for them to concentrate on breaking through the encirclement and running out.

"The backyard can be led down by this staircase," said Kratos, who was at the front, followed by Malten with Winnie on his back, and his wife, Anna, who was also pale with fright, followed her husband by pinching the corner of his coat.

Mary, the maid, was followed by a very shrewd woman, who did not dare to get too close to the mistress in front of her, preferring to surround Thor as if believing that the barbarian Nome was better able to protect herself.

The group tried to be as light as possible, which was very difficult for Malten, and the fat merchant, who was not known for his physical strength, had to grit his teeth and try not to make a sound.

As I walked around the ornate wooden railing to the downstairs, the shadow of the corner of the staircase suddenly appeared.

The light of the knife slashed mercilessly towards Kratos like a curved moon, and this knife was like a lightning bolt that suddenly lit up in the dark clouds, and the killing machine suddenly rose silently, and the other party had obviously heard the footsteps and ambushed here in advance.

This knife is ferocious, the angle is tricky, and the speed is extremely fast, and I am afraid that the only people who cut this knife are those battlefield veterans who lick the blood from the knife edge.

If ordinary people and even a small number of immature novice warriors faced such a sneak attack, they would be afraid to hate it, but it was a pity that the opponent he faced was Kratos.

The barbarian warrior had long been aware of the ambush here, and his steps remained unchanged, and he went straight to the light of the sword, and the hilt of the knife in his hand was raised upward, and the thunder exploded!

Behind him, Marten couldn't help but shout when he saw the sword fall on Kratos, but the tall barbarian came first, and the stairwell seemed to blow a gust of wind suddenly.

Then, I only heard a "snort", and a black shadow that had just jumped up broke into two silently in the darkness, and a puff of mist filled the air.

Between the lightning and flint, Malten opened his mouth wide and wanted to scream but couldn't scream, a few drops of water fell into the tip of his tongue, gently sipped away, and his mouth was full of fishy smell, it was not water, it was clearly blood.

Kratos, who was walking in front, gently slapped off the scimitar inserted into his waist, stepped on the corpse as if he was completely uninjured, and walked downstairs with the same pace.