Run away? No, I'm a knight, I won't run away from danger, so let's fight, whatever, and if anyone dares to frame me, let him see my strength!

Without waiting for the guards to get closer, Rog dodged to the left, blocking one with his long sword and turning around to dodge the second. The second lost his center of gravity and staggered towards the previous man. The knight made up for him in the back, and the two guards fell to a ball; The third guard jumped over them and slashed at Rog's head, and Rog stabbed upwards with a low body, and the guard fell to the ground screaming, and what had been his left eye was now left with only a bloody hole. The person who fell was about to climb, but was kicked in the door, and the helmet of the other person was ripped off when he fell to the ground.

"It's not me, someone has framed you—" Before Amanley could finish speaking, his dagger-wielding foe stabbed at him, unloading him by the shoulder, and then smashing the knee with his iron sword. The last guard scolded, swords, and charged at him with a fierce slash. Rog spiked to the right, and the man who had lost his helmet and was struggling to his feet suffered, a butcher-like slash that struck him right at the junction of his shoulder and neck, and the sword slashed through chain mail, leather, and flesh, and the man fell to his knees and screamed. Before his killer could draw his sword, Rog had already stabbed him in the throat. The guard let out a suffocating cry and staggered back, his hands around his neck, his face as dead as ashes.

"I told you, someone framed me." Rogge lowered his center of gravity, intending to meet the next wave of enemies, "I didn't set this fire. ”

Varshu kicked his hand and spat at the man on the ground, "Useless thing." Then he turned over and dismounted, it seemed that he had finally learned to control his horse, he held his sword in both hands, and assumed an attacking position, Rogge looked at him, obviously, this knight was always fully armed, he was wearing heavy armor, his head, feet, and even his throat and arms were protected by steel armor, his eyes were hidden behind a pure white helmet, and he was holding a hideous steel sword, he must have been preparing to go to the queen's election party, but he was interrupted by this confusion on the way. Look at yourself: the contrast between the leather vest and the only weapon in your hand, the iron sword.

"Death, you Dustin lackey!" Val Hugh said loudly. Swinging his sword at Rogge, he was gracefully dodged by the knight, and the long sword in his hand slashed a burst of white light towards the chief guard. In a heartbeat, he struck Walhue in the temple, elbow, and throat in quick succession, and the iron striking the metal of the helmet, gauntlet, and neck armor.

"What Dustin?" Rogge was slightly distracted, and the iron sword that had already occupied the scenery was blocked horizontally by Valhuy, and a few inches popped out on the ground.

"Hmph, don't pretend to be stupid, that old immortal always refuses to let the prince feel better, and now he is even more blatant arson!" Valhue slammed into Rogge's handicap.

"It's the feather arrow that set the fire, and I'm holding a long sword in my hand, can't you see it?" Rog turned around and kicked out, kicking on the guard's goggle, "If you don't hurry, the real murderer will run away like sand between his fingers!" ”

Val Hugh paused, obviously using his brain, Rogge gave him this time, and quickly met the enemies around him, don't look at him at thirty-five years old, facing this group of young people like green peach, but not inferior at all.

"Back to the main fort!" Val Hugh finally recognized the shape and beckoned to his men, "Leave this guy alone, go back to the main fort!" ”

The crowd dispersed, leaving only two corpses and the wounded on the ground.

"Where's my brother?" Rogge shouted at the air around him, he could feel that the person's existence must be him, the blue-eyed young man, I don't know what evil magic he used to make the arrow disappear into the air, but his purpose must be to shut himself up, "What the hell do you want to do!" ”

Without warning, the blue-eyed young man appeared in front of Rog, so much so that the sword in his hand almost swung out by inertia.

"Who are you? Why are you framing me? ”

"If you want to know the answer, follow me." The young man turned and ran towards the alley opposite the main fort. Rogge chased after them, they ran through the back door of the prostitute, ran past the washerwoman's basin, the young man was as light as a swallow, and Rogge was more like a big silent cat, they walked through the night, without magic, only more than the strength of their feet. The bow on the young man's back occasionally scraped the bamboo clothes pole, and the old man sleeping next to him struck it, but was dodged by the waist of Rogge, who followed closely behind, and grabbed a croissant from the bread stall, and ran away while eating. The peddler roared after him, but he was nimble, slipping between the two cars, then over a urinal, and through a crowd of capital guards who were rushing to the main fort, no matter how far he got away, the young man in front of him could not shake him off.

Eventually, Rogge finds himself standing in front of a tavern at the very edge of the city.

This is the outermost edge of Sleeping Dragon City, with earthy brown wooden houses next to each other, separated only by narrow alleys and walls. No one has gone to the trouble of painting these wooden walls, they are bare and subject to wind and rain, and even a few have been lime-brushed, they have faded and faded into shape, and have probably not been renovated in years. The windows in the house were hung with heavy shutters, which were not opened for many years, so that the hinges had rusted. It was noisy too, with the sound of banging in the wrought iron yard, the shouting of the coachmen, the hoarse laughter coming from the inn, and everywhere there was noise.

Sure enough, there were already musical entertainers inside, and the zither drums they played were almost completely drowned out by the sound of hoarse laughter and drunken noise. Rog didn't bother to care if the music was pure, and he didn't bother to go to the shopkeeper, the young man must have brought himself here for his purpose, and hopefully it wasn't another trap.

Pushing open the tavern door, there was a deafening noise. The shop was crowded with poorly dressed men, who walked up and down the shop, waving beer glasses in their hands and taking advantage of the maids. The maids dodged with the usual stiff smiles on their faces, and they were no longer surprised. The noise almost toppled the roof, and the sour smell of alcohol and sweat was unpleasant. As for the merchants dressed in silk and velvet and lace, they hid upstairs in a special dining room, cut off from the smell of these sounds.

Upstairs?

Yes, upstairs. Rog turns on his own magic, Insight. The magic told him that his brother was upstairs, and he was peaceful and joyful.

Rog ignored the bartender who greeted him, and went straight upstairs, the stairs creaking terribly, but in an instant they were drowned out by the sound of people and music, and the knight pushed open a door, and inside were two young men who were comforting each other, and he apologized in disgust, and quickly closed the door; In the next room, it was more normal, it was a man and a woman, but the image was completely reversed, the boy was wearing women's clothes, and the woman was wearing a sword at her waist and holding a leather whip, just when he was about to apologize and close the door, he was surprised to find that the boy dressed as a woman was his younger brother - Roland? Yahengli!

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