That day, in broad daylight, Karan's men burned down a village, throwing fifty of them (though only men) into the fire. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info"If Prince Arslan and his accomplices are hidden in the future, even women and children will lose their lives!" These words were left to the villagers along with dust, hatred, and sorrow.

For Kahlan, there was no turning back. Repeating such killings, driving Arslan and his henchmen to the end, and gaining the deep trust of the Rusidanian Army is his only option at the moment.

As the sun went down and the soldiers were preparing to set up camp, a report came in. A half-alive, half-dead man clinging to a horse, wanders through the wilderness. The man confessed that he had been hired by Prince Arslan and his comrades to run Lee, and that he had intended to steal his luggage, but when he was discovered, he was beaten with a whip.

Since the other party threatened to kill him the next day, he desperately escaped.

Kahlan carefully examined the man's wounds. He was afraid that the man would deliberately injure him in order to lure him into a trap. However, it is an indisputable fact that there are countless whiplashes on the man's body. Kahlan personally interrogated the man.

"How many people are in Prince Arslan's party?"

"There are only six of them."

"Don't lie! A hundred times that, right? ”

"It's true! And four of them were children, and that's why they had to hire me to carry the luggage! ”

"So, prince, in which direction are they going?"

"South."

After the interrogation was over, the man demanded payment for the informant.

"Okay!" Kahlan nodded, and suddenly drew his sword from its sheath, cutting off the man's head.

"Beast, how can I fall for your scheme!"

Karan then ordered the army to march in the opposite direction that the man had said.

He believed that the man had come here to spy on the orders of Narsas, and that the injuries on his body had been deliberately inflicted in order to gain Kahran's trust.

However, Karan didn't know anything.

Traveling to a certain village, Arslan's party deliberately chose the most unreliable man to help them run their luggage.

Then, after the whipped men disappeared in the direction of Kalan's troops, they also changed course, moving from south to north. Immediately afterward, they deliberately exposed their whereabouts to the north in the eyes of others.

All this was arranged by Narsas.

Karan's troops were making their own way to the northern forests and mountains, and it was already dark, which was extremely unfavorable to the cavalry troops.

It's past midnight.

Narsas, who had done everything, looked out of the forest at Kalan's troops lined up on the mountain path, and smiled slightly. The more he wants to play shrewd, the more he is at the mercy of his hands.

When the enemy army passed, he was about to return to the place where he tied his horse. Suddenly, he stopped and lowered his waist because he felt an unusual atmosphere.

Narzath jumped back. The horizontal flash of sword light just swept over his shirt, and a few silk threads flew in the air.

As Narzath leaped back again, he drew his sword and caught the silver slash from the comer. Sparks flew away with a cacophony of metal. The second round ended before it even began. Because both sides realized that the other was not their intended enemy, they pulled their blades away.

"Aren't you the Rusidanian Army?" The young woman's voice was accompanied by a slight smell of perfume, and even Narzath could not help but be surprised.

"Who are you?" The woman asked.

"I am Narsas before His Highness Arslan." He was quick to respond.

"I'm sorry, I'm Francis, the one who serves the god Mithra. I have come to help His Highness Arslan. I had been following Karan's troops just now. ”

"Oh......"

Narsas had no energy to help him, and he trusted Frangis solely by his haircut.

If she is one of Kahlan's henchmen, just shout loudly and inform everyone where Arslan is.

"You mean you're going to be a companion to His Highness Arslan?"

"Yes."

Although her conversation was not interesting, her voice was as pleasant as music.

"Well, you can help! The main task going forward is to capture the betrayer Karan and bring him to His Highness. ”

"I see. I have a question, how many people are there around His Highness Arslan now? ”

Narsas indifferently answered the question of the beauty.

"Including you, it's eight people in total."

It was clear that Narsacas had noticed Chiph, who was standing behind Francis.

Not knowing who shouted, Karan's troops stirred up a noise. First it was one finger, then ten fingers pointed above the cliff.

I saw Arslan's whole body shrouded in the blue half-moon light, and he rode a horse and looked down on the team below the mountain.

"It's Prince Arslan! Kill him! His head is worth 100,000 gold coins! ”

Arslan couldn't tell if the bounty was worth it, but for Kahlan's cavalry, it was worth more than life.

After shouting with lust and excitement, the cavalrymen began to spur their horses and run up sharp slopes. Even if the elite Parsmayi continued to advance like this, the team immediately collapsed.

The moment the horses in front of him struggled to reach the cliff, Arslan's sword pierced the horseman's chest. The tip of the sword pierced through its back, and the gauntlet made a crashing sound against the buttons of the armor.

Arslan's sword was drawn, and the body of the deceased fell backwards and rolled towards the slope due to his weight, and the soldiers and horses following him tried to escape, but then lost their balance and rolled down.

The darkness of the night and the precariousness of their footing plunged them into chaos. Arslan had done his job as a decoy. He picked up his bow and shot arrows one after the other.

Kahlan's army was so densely packed that it was impossible to avoid an attack. Arslan fired six arrows, four of which hit, and two of them, though aimed at the cavalrymen who were rushing up the slope with astonishing force, were knocked out by the spears that swung like waterwheels.

"Prince!" The cry came from Karan's mouth.

The prince took a breath, dropped his bow, and came face to face with the betrayed captain.

"Kalan, I have something to ask you!"

Arslan felt nervous in his voice.

"As a captain of ten thousand horsemen, no, as a veteran warrior of Pars, who has never been accused of being wrong, why should you submit to the invader Rusidani?"

“……”

"I don't believe you'd do such a thing for your own desires. If you have a reason, why don't you tell me? ”

"It is you who are ignorant, O cursed son of Andra Koras!"

There was a kind of emotion in Karan's voice that seemed to be a simple mockery but also seemed too gloomy. The eyes that looked at Arslan seemed to burn with ghostly fire.

"You might as well believe me that Kahlan is an ugly traitor! It makes no difference whether to die at the hands of a loyal servant or to die by the sword of a traitor. ”

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