More than a dozen guards eliminated a dozen of them in an instant, and later Freya took advantage of the chaos to kill a dozen or so.

Now there are only five or six Imperial soldiers left.

These people, although they are carried away by money, are real emperors in their own bodies, and their speed is slightly higher than that of the baron's personal guards.

At this moment, the few surviving people wanted to run, but ordinary guards couldn't stop them.

Although the war horse was a little agitated by the shouting of killing, it did not scatter and flee, and at this time, several imperial soldiers ran towards the horse like a wind.

Freya narrowed her eyes slightly, and a trace of air flow slowly appeared around her body, and her already fast speed increased again.

The swift figure swept by, almost bringing up an afterimage.

'Puff'

The cross sword in his hand pierced the back of the head of the man who ran at the back, and out of inertia, the man ran forward a few steps before falling.

Without even looking at the corpse, Freya snorted coldly and chased after him again.

The precise crosssword swung quickly in her hand, quickly killing two more soldiers.

However, the remaining two were already on their horses.

Good horsemanship quickly made the horse gallop.

"Damn it! Wait and accept the wrath of my Byronic army! A soldier on a war horse looked at the girl who had been thrown away, and roared in defiance.

“……”

Looking at the two soldiers who were getting farther and farther away from her on the avenue in the distance, Freya pulled out the short sword that had been hidden from behind her back with a gloomy face.

The right arm stretches to the limit, then shoots out suddenly.

A silver light pierced the back of the soldier's heart like an arrow, piercing through his body, even the war horse in front of him was pierced.

After a sharp tumbling, it finally fell apart.

And when the soldier in front saw the tragedy behind him, he was even more frightened and yelled and inserted the dagger in his hand into the hip of the war horse, and his speed suddenly increased again.

Freya's cold gaze looked at the cavalry who had fled her attack range, and her face was extremely gloomy.

If they escape, the distance between them and the large army is likely to bring extremely severe consequences.

"Damn!" With a furrowed brow, Freya turned around and quickly made a plan in her head to escape.

But no matter how you think about it, you need to take a lot of risks.

Freya looked at the people who were silently cleaning the corpses, their faces were not very good, and they knew what was going on.

Just as Freya was about to speak, suddenly a terrible wail was heard in the distance.

Turning her head sharply, Freya found that the fleeing soldier in the distance had all flown into the air, including his horse.

In front of him, a middle-aged man with a majestic figure and a solemn face was swinging his fist, and circles of violent air currents around him made the scattered blonde hair fly everywhere.

It was her father, Andrei.

At this moment, in that burst of qi, the baron's body slowly shrank and gradually returned to his normal body.

With a cold face, he raised his foot and slammed down the soldier who was still **.

"Father," Freya muttered in some surprise.

However, after thinking about it, when Nick gave the signal, the baron, who was not far away, must have seen it, but he didn't expect that he would directly block the path of these soldiers.

On the other side of the town's exit, a black carriage was driven by Damstin and looked at Freya with a smile on his face.

The baron, who had finished finishing his work, waved his hand to Freya with a blank face.

"Let's go, miss!" Darkstin said silently behind her.

"Hmm!" Freya nodded, helped Howard, who was a little overstrained, to the carriage and got into the carriage herself.

She understands that the fact that the only escapee is taken out by the Baron is also a sign that there will be no problems in the short term.

The convoy, which had just been paused for a while, moved again.

The corpses of the Imperial soldiers had been buried on the spot, and the remaining horses and weapons had been taken possession by the guards, after all, there was still a long way to go, and there were things that could not be wasted.

Everyone was silent all the way, and even Eric felt the heavy atmosphere and felt uncomfortable.

The baron had mounted a war horse and was still ahead of him.

For her father's silence, in fact, Freya knew that it was his tolerance for herself.

The baron has never scolded her since he was a child, and he rarely even said heavy words, he has always cared for her and loved her in this kind of doting way, even if there are no rhetoric, but this is his father's affection for her.

According to normal judgment, Freya's decision to suddenly besiege was a little helpless, but it was also really hasty.

If it weren't for Howard's roar at that time to make the guards dare to kill some people, maybe more people would have escaped at that time, after all, the strength of these cronies was there.

Maybe it was because she had a lot of confidence in her knight-level strength that made her make this decision, but the fact that she almost caused a catastrophe afterwards also alerted her a lot.

You must know that although it is difficult to become a knight-level master, the number of them is not very small, and there are too many things to restrain the knight-level.

For example, powerful bows and crossbows, crowd tactics, **... There are even more powerful big knights who are even more powerful than the knight level.

These things, normal or abnormal, can end Freya's life.

It was enough to make her gradually arrogant thoughts slowly converge.

Fleya, who was slowly calming down in her heart, gently stroked the cross sword in her hand, her blue eyes were full of tranquility, and she was slowly digesting the lesson she had received this time.

Suddenly, Nick, who had been in front, approached Freya's carriage with his horse, and reached out and handed a short sword to her.

"Miss, this is what the baron in front asked me to give to you." Nick bowed his head respectfully.

"Oh?" Freya took the dagger and looked at it, and it was the one she had shot at the fleeing soldier.

There were no traces of blood on it, apparently it had been carefully wiped.

Looking at Freya, who had taken the dagger, Nick consciously flicked his horse's head and returned to the front of the group.

Flicking the dagger lightly, making a crisp clang, she smiled and plunged the sword into the scabbard hidden behind her back, if she lost the dagger, maybe her strongest move might be greatly reduced, which was not a big trouble.

And in her heart, the position of the baron in her heart was more and more affirmed......

Three days later.

In the endless turquoise grassland, four black carriages and many guards on war horses moved slowly.

Gusts of wind howled and blew on the grassland, creating layers of green waves, like the ocean.

Riding a black war horse, Freya walked at the end, gently retracting her golden hair that had been blown away by the wind.

She looked back at the path that was fading away, where there stood a stone as black as a giant, the boundary stone between nations, and her hazy eyes did not know what was going on in her eyes.