"Oh, is it past the Interchange?" Freya nodded, it was almost noon at the moment, and the originally gloomy rainy day also had a feeling of being clear.

The maid in the car was already lying to the side, a slight snoring on the tip of her nose and a sound of sleep.

Touching her stomach, Freya took out a piece of white bread from the package behind her and slowly tore it to eat, and just as she was halfway through it, there was a sudden sound of scolding in the grass on both sides of the road.

"Stay at the front stop!"

With the sound of a rough mine, more than two dozen men with wooden sticks and machetes came out of the grass.

"What's going on?" Freya frowned slightly, and through the car window, she saw that these people were all holding improvised weapons, and they were also in tatters, and there was a faint smell of iron.

"Miss, it seems to be a robber." Witt said calmly, as if this was not the first time he had encountered such a situation. "These guys usually only steal money and don't hurt people, I'll talk to them."

"Well, well, be careful." Freya saw Werther's calm eyes and nodded.

Werther got out of the carriage, raised his hands over his head, walked directly to the middle of the group, and pointed to the carriage behind him, as if talking to the robber at the head of the car.

Freya watched this scene quietly, in her sight from a distance, the man who seemed to be a bandit leader had a strong figure and a beard, his upper body ** showed strong and strong muscles, and the weapon was also a woodcutter for chopping wood, but it was much larger.

And the group of people behind him were almost the same attire, but their eyes were very calm, and they also had a kind of post-training taste when they walked.

And in the car, Freya could faintly hear some conversations in the distance.

"This tone..."Suddenly, Freya's face froze, "No, they are not ordinary robbers!" ”

The two soon seemed to have finished negotiating, and Witt turned around with a smile on his face, waved his hand at the carriage, and was about to leave when the bandit leader behind him jerked up his woodcutter.

'Puff'

After a slight thud, a spherical object was thrown into the air, and Werther's headless body slowly fell.

The sudden change in the scene made Freya have no time to think, and quickly took out the two swords placed in the middle of the carriage, and one pulled up the sleeping maid and got off the carriage and quickly ran in the opposite direction.

The trees and weeds around her were rapidly falling backwards because of the rapid running, Freya grabbed the maid with one hand and flexibly bypassed the obstacles, her eyes were calm, while the maid she was holding was panicked and overwhelmed, and could only try to keep up with Freya's pace.

From time to time, there was one or two shouts of insults and hurried footsteps behind them, and it was clear that the group of fellows disguised as robbers were still following them closely.

When she saw Werther dead just now, Freya quickly made a judgment, and ran away with the maid without even taking the package, if it was just an ordinary robber, then after killing one more person, seeing the empty carriage, she would definitely give up the pursuit, but it was obvious that this group of people was planning to kill them.

"Little... Miss... I... I can't do it, who are they..."The running maid said breathlessly, panicked but still in a state of confusion.

Indeed, there was a large number of people chasing after him who had suddenly turned into a wild run while he was still asleep just now, and anyone had this reaction.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's Saladin's soldiers," Freya said in a low voice.

Saladin and Byron belonged to two countries, but they belonged to the same language, the difference was only in the pronunciation, if she hadn't understood some of the differences between the two countries in the book, I'm afraid she wouldn't have been sure at once, and more importantly, the temperament of that group of people, that was the temperament of soldiers.

Saladin's soldiers would hide as robbers and appear in Byron... This qiē seems unusual, and there is also a plan to extinguish the mouth, there must be some ulterior secret behind it.

Although it was two people who escaped, it was actually Freya who dragged the maid to run wildly, and as time went by, Freya felt that the maid she was holding was getting heavier little by little, and it was estimated that after a while, she would run away directly with the maid on her back.

Glancing at the maid who was almost at the limit, Freya frowned slightly, she also understood the body that an ordinary person who had not been trained had, but if she was left behind, there would definitely be only one result.

However, now that they are dragged by the weight of the maid, I am afraid that neither of them will be able to escape.

"Miss... Small... You left me behind... A person... Run away... If... Can I go back... Please sù letta... I can't see him anymore. Perhaps she felt that she was a burden, and the little maid pleaded with tears on her face.

"......" did not answer the maid's plea, Freya only frowned slightly, and her footsteps accelerated violently again, and suddenly jumped up in a patch of grass.

The two of them almost slipped sideways into the grass, and the stickiness of the mud and thick rotten leaves after the rain suddenly got wet.

Freya let go of the hand holding the maid, quickly picked up the weeds next to her and hugged them to the maid, quickly covering them, leaving only the place for her face.

"Little... Miss—" The maid looked at Freya in amazement, her lips trembling slightly.

"Don't talk!" Freya reached out and smeared the maid's only exposed face with mud, and whispered, "What's your name?" ”

"Miss... My name is Ellie."

"Okay, Ellie, you just don't move here, what you just said is better than you said it yourself." A smile appeared on Freya's calm face, and she patted the maid her age. "Of course, if not dead."

Without waiting for the maid to say anything, Freya jumped out of the grass again, making some noise and running in the opposite direction.

Dirt and grass clippings stuck to her face with a cold feeling.

Freya clenched the hilts of the two swords in her hands, a hint of coldness flashing in her blue eyes.

"It's a little earlier than expected, but it's time to fight!"