Six knights dressed in Pars costumes rushed across the plank road, and about a hundred meters away from them, there were hundreds of cavalry in Rusidanian costumes, murderous, chasing after them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Among the six riders, four were teenagers and one was a woman with long hair. Among the other two, the young knight with fuchsia hair shouted at the other:

"How many pursuers are there?"

"About five hundred, right?"

"It seems that there are a little more, if it is less than four hundred, I can handle it alone."

The man was silent, and the long-haired woman interjected, "Narzas, don't pay attention to Qifu's dreams. ”

Then, the woman galloped up to the young man and said, "Your Highness, Darong's army will arrive soon, please be patient." ”

The young man in dazzling gold armor nodded violently. He is none other than Arslan, the crown prince of the Kingdom of Pars.

After the defeat of Atropatini to the Rusidanian army, Prince Arslan was separated from Andrakolas III, and was guarded by seven of his men, including the black knight Daron and Regulus, who had come to find Lin Xue.

Darong is currently traveling single-handedly to the city of Kasher in the Nimels Mountains, asking for help from the lord of Kashe, Hodir.

Yarslan's group, which had been running on the mountain plank road for most of the day, was discovered by a Lusitanian unit lurking nearby for the purpose of plundering and reconnaissance.

Looking back at the pursuers, Franges made sure that the sun was setting in front of her position on the winding mountain road, so she raised her bow and arrows, turned around on her horse, and fired arrows backwards.

Francis's arrow flew into the open mouth of the Rusidanian striker.

"Ahh With a strange scream, the soldier's body fell from the saddle and disappeared into the dust raised by the cavalry of his companions.

"Good skills!"

Chif, who admired her, took up a bow and arrow made of aspen wood, put the arrow on the string, and radiated it at the Rusitanian soldier who stood in front of him.

Thin streaks of silver light streaked through the void and landed on the chests of Rusidani's soldiers. Although the soldier was wearing a cuirass, the arrow pierced through the central seam and pierced into the soldier's flesh, and the soldier fell back silently in the saddle and followed the horse for dozens of gases (tens of meters) before falling off his horse.

Seeing such a wonderful archery skill, the Rusidanian army could not help but be afraid, so they had to rein in the reins of their horses, slow down the pursuit, and then release arrows from Rusidania and shoot them at Arslan and his party.

Dozens of arrows flew over, but not a single one hit. Rusidania's bow was weaker and had a shorter range, which was not comparable to Pars; Coupled with the headwinds, the castration is even weaker.

Under the ineffective counterattack of the Rusidanian army, the distance between Arslan and the others and the pursuers has been shortened, and the difference is about 250 meters, although Arslan and Yeelam cannot be alone, but they are after all the Pars, a people on horseback, and can gallop at a speed that the Rusidanians can't reach.

The resolute Rusidanian army, after reorganizing its ranks, continued to pursue to the edge of the cliff.

Suddenly, a pals-style horn whistle was heard that the Rusidanian army could not recognize, echoing through the surrounding hills. On the cliff, the heroic posture of the black knight standing on a horse can be faintly seen under the afterglow of the setting sun. In an instant, with the strong wind of the valley, bows and arrows were shot like heavy rain.

On the mountain road where it was impossible to dodge left and right, the Rusidanian soldiers and horses fell one after another after a mournful scream, and these were only in an instant. Suddenly, the Rusidanian army saw that the signs were wrong, so they dispelled the idea of pursuit, turned their horses' heads and scattered birds and beasts. If they had known that it was the crown prince of Pars who had spared, they would have regretted it afterwards!

It was the reinforcements that Daron had brought in from the city of Cacher. Daron, who is good at using his troops to deploy his troops, placed his archers on the cliffs on the left and right sides of the mountain road, and took the first attack of the enemy planes, and defeated the pursuing Lusidanian army in one fell swoop.

Rejoicing at their reunion, they soon saw the city of Cacher. In front of the city gate, there stood a man with a strong body and a silk robe, who was the lord of the city of Kashe, one of the princes of Pars.

Among the nobles, those who held their own territory and private armies were called "princes". In the whole territory of Pars, there were only a few hundred such princes. Other nobles, some of whom received high salaries from the king, held important positions in the court, and directly obeyed the king. Of course, there are many people who have nothing to do all day long.

Narzas' deceased father, Theos, was one of the princes who possessed the land of Dalam. Although Narzas was the young master of a great noble family, his mother was not the concubine of Theos, but only a commoner from a humble background, and was only the concubine of Theos's second and thirtieth place. After giving birth to a baby boy, Narzas, she was expelled from the palace by the concubine Theos. But because they had enough money to live on, the mother and son of Narzas moved to Yekbadana.

Narzas grew up among the people, with the young children of the common people. When he was ten years old, he was brought back to his homeland by an envoy sent by his father. In addition to Narsaas, Inteus had ten other children, but they were all girls. The ruthless concubine died of poisoning due to eating mutton dishes, and Theosnai decided to welcome back his only son and make him the heir......

Coincidentally, Hodir, who owned the city of Kasheh and the surrounding territories, is said to have no heirs.

"No matter how great a nobleman is, he still can't do what he wants." Chiv said with a thorn in his language.

Hodir welcomed Arslan into the city.

"His subordinates knew about the defeat at the Battle of Atropatini and were very concerned about the safety of His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness the Prince. However, with my own meager strength, I can't provoke a revenge war with the Rusidanian army, and I can only feel guilty and painful in my heart. When I was anxious about my powerlessness, fortunately, Brother Dalong came to this city today and gave me the opportunity to serve His Highness. ”

Seeing that the excited and thoughtful Hodir in front of him looked groveling, and with a suspicious eye, he whispered to the goddess who was standing aside:

"Francis, what do you think of this man?"

"The oil cavity is slippery. The tongue was covered with oil, but it didn't seem to be the best oil. ”

The criticism of the beautiful female priest is quite pertinent. Because she was not like Hodir herself, she single-handedly took part in the battle of Arslan's escape, without a single soldier. Hodier's high-sounding statement is just self-prevarication. And the knowing smile of Chifu kept nodding his head in agreement.

"Yes, indeed. The flamboyant man instead revealed the untruth. ”

"Just like someone."

Qifu, who was scolded by Francis, said without moving his anger at all:

"Well, though, good people or bad people, the taste of wine doesn't change."

The dinner was extravagant and rich. All kinds of meat and wine are constantly brought to the table, but unfortunately the wine is useless for Arslan. He moistened his throat with fructose water, black tea, etc., and of course tasted a lot of delicacies.

Arslan picked up the silver spoon and was about to put the sherbet made of almonds, honey and pomegranate into his mouth, when suddenly Hodir spoke:

"Your Highness, I have a daughter, who is thirteen years old, and in the eyes of this father, she looks lively and lovely, smart and clever. If she can always be by Her Highness's side, it will be a blessing for her to cultivate for three lifetimes......"

Hearing this, Arslan almost spat out the ice sher, while his men and Regulus, who sat beside him, looked at the choked and speechless prince with strange eyes, some with caring eyes.

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