Blood was filled, corpses fell to the ground, and this scene pressed the panic switch for pedestrians on the street.

"Murder! Run! ”

"God willing, may that man still be alive."

"No, it is God's true will to kill this villain."

Some people quickly fled this place of right and wrong, while others hid in the distance, pointing at the corpses and expressing various opinions.

During the riots, two Ottoman soldiers jumped onto the rooftops of the street to find the traces of the crossbowmen.

One of the remaining Ottoman soldiers, came to the trolley, glanced vigilantly, the pedestrians who remained on the street.

The palace guards in charge of guarding Vladis took the reins of the little donkey and left here with Vladys.

However, at this time, there was no chance to escape, and two four-wheeled carriages drove at each end of the street.

The carriage rampaged through the narrow streets, paying no attention to the pedestrians on the streets, and went crazy to the extreme.

An old couple, who didn't have time to dodge, were hit by a galloping high-headed horse and flew several meters away.

The husband uses his body to protect his wife and bear almost all the impact force.

He spat blood from his mouth, took one last look at his wife, and died in his lover's arms.

As innocent lives were lost, the four carriages came to a halt, and the doors were violently kicked open from the inside.

There were five people in each carriage, a total of twenty killers with black cloth masks and sharp axes, and they came out of the carriage.

It's too hasty, it's really too hasty, I really shouldn't be a hero and risk my life.

The killers gathered around, and Tsepes regretted it beyond measure.

He gritted his teeth, crawled out from under the cart, drew his short sword from his robes, and prepared to fight until the last moment.

Qualified killers will not have any communication with their target.

Twenty killers, no one to speak, axes raised high, were their only language.

"Litam! Where's the manpower you've arranged!? ”

Tsepes shouted, and at the same time ran to the little donkey, and with the short sword in his hand, stabbed the little donkey in the ass hard.

The little donkey was in pain, spread its hooves, and ran forward with Vladis on its back.

"Go back to the palace! Don't look back! ”

At the moment, that's all Tsepes can do for his brother.

The masked killer's target was Tepes, so no one pursued the donkey.

The next moment, six or seven axes, slashed at Tsepeche's head, without the slightest hesitation.

The Ottomans, who were guarding Tsepes, quickly greeted him, using his own body as a humanoid shield.

The axe slashed into his neck, sliced his ribs, and cut his flesh and blood, and his internal organs flowed all over the ground.

But even so, the damned Ottomans did not take half a step back.

He used his life to buy five seconds for Cepes.

These precious five seconds saved Tsepes's life.

While the carriage in which the killer was riding stopped on the street, among the onlookers who were pointing at the corpse not far away, more than a dozen people instantly drew their weapons.

At the first time, they rushed to the masked killer, wielding weapons in their movements, which seemed to be more professional.

Two groups of men, rushing together, the sound of weapons clashing, the sound of metal cutting into bodies, wails and screams, filled the narrow streets.

In front of Cepes, there were two more strong men with sabers, and anyone who dared to approach them would be mercilessly slashed by them.

"My lord, what should I do now!?"

Everything happened too quickly, and the palace guards, armed with maces, asked Cepes in a daze.

"Go to Vladis and protect him back to the Palace of Curteau."

"Okay, I'll go after him."

The panicked palace guards said yes and ran in the direction of the little donkey.

However, as soon as he took two steps and arrived at Cepes's side, the panicked look on the faces of the palace guards disappeared.

The mace slammed into the back of Tsepes's head with a cracking sound, and the next moment, a crossbow bolt went into the man's temple.

Crossbow arrows were still shot from the wall, and this time it was litam who was holding a crossbow in one hand.

In his other hand, Litam was carrying a human head that was still dripping blood, presumably the former owner of the crossbow.

The palace guards sneak attacked, and Litam sniped, only a second before and after.

Cepes only heard two sounds of breaking the air, and the game of life and death had a result.

He looked at the unwilling corpses of the palace guards, his body trembled a little, and the enemies lurking around him were the most dangerous.

The slashing on the street continued, and Litam threw down his crossbow and human head, drew two short swords from his waist, and joined the battle group indifferently.

It didn't take long for the rumbling of horses' hooves to be heard from both ends of the street, and the Ottoman cavalry arrived.

The whole street was blocked by the Ottomans, and no one present wanted to leave.

The killer who was extremely arrogant before has now been reduced to a stump and broken arm, and thick blood and water have formed patches of 'water' on the stone road.

Of the dozen or so Ottomans who rushed first, only three were still standing, but they did not grieve the death of their comrades.

At this moment, an old woman, holding a clay pot picked up from the ground in both hands, staggered to the front.

She was the old woman who had survived the carriage crash just now.

Her husband, who was killed by a carriage, was to avenge him with her thin arm after a short period of grief.

She had no strength, but she had a life, and being killed by the damned gangsters was the only thing she could do.

It's like her husband, in order to protect her, took on all the impact force.

There is no greater mourning than the old woman, who is not sensitive to the development of the situation, and when she comes, the enemies who killed her husband are all dead.

In grief, the old woman lifted the crockpot and wanted to smash all the sorrow in her heart into the corpse on the ground.

Suddenly, a sharp blade pierced the old woman's back, and a sharp blade pierced through her chest.

The old woman fell to the ground and died without saying a word, her frightened eyes not closed, looking straight at the place where her husband had died.

The blood-stained sword was drawn, and Litam wiped the blood off the old woman's skirt.

He is a killing machine, indifferent to life to the depths of the earth.

An old woman with a clay pot became a potential threat in his eyes, so he did not hesitate to stab the sword.

People are celebrating the harvest festival, and this killing is his bloody harvest.

These Ottomans may be excellent warriors, but they will always stand on the opposite side of Tepes.

Tepes wanted to stop this, but alas, it was too late.

He took two steps forward, picked up the emaciated body of the old woman, walked more than ten meters away, and put her in the crook of her husband's arm.

As if inspired by some kind of inspiration, the old woman's frightened and sad eyes slowly closed.

The killer died, but the situation was not over, and any suspicious person, the Ottomans would not let go.

The civilians stranded in the streets could only consider themselves unlucky, and were unwilling to be taken back by the Ottomans for interrogation.

In this regard, Tepes acquiesced, and in the first place, he could not change the reality.

Second, sometimes he really has to be ruthless, and the corpses of the palace guards on the ground have ruthlessly taught him this.

The rest of the matter was left to the Ottomans, and Tsepeš rode a black horse and chased after the little donkey with a dozen cavalrymen.