Friedrier and Oive, who retrieved "Nightfall", quietly returned to the gate of the armory, and they saw that although the door of the armory was not closed, there were more guards gathered outside the door at this moment. The guards lit more torches and illuminated the open space outside the armory.

"They will soon find out that the patrol did not return on time." Friedlier said.

"Don't worry, Bruulis he'll be moving soon." "The plan is for him and the Garland rebels to raid here at this time. And we rushed out together while they were in the scuffle. ”

Friedreel nodded.

O'Eve continued, "We have to move quickly, and together with the rebels, we have to end the battle quickly and get out of here. Otherwise, once the soldiers of the City Guard arrived, the place would be surrounded by water, and it would be difficult for anyone to fly. ”

"Yes, Her Majesty." Friedreer gripped the "Night" and said with a smile.

Moments later, as a sudden cacophony of shouts of killing rang out outside the armory gate, Friedlier and Oeve looked at each other and quickly rushed out of the door together.

As planned, Friedlier, who rushed out of the armory gate, immediately saw that at this time, about a hundred poorly equipped Garlandians were holding short blades and killing the Athore guards in front of the armory door.

The attacked Azor soldiers immediately organized a battle, and they formed a formation to try to stop the Garland rebels from breaking into the armory, but they didn't want to, and Friedrell and O'Eve were killed in the armory behind them in an instant.

Nightfall's hands fluttered up and down, and before Oiff could stab the first soldier in the back, Friedreel had already slashed two Atholl soldiers with their backs to him.

The blood of the Yazor soldier splattered on Friedlier's body, face. With the smell of blood, Friedlier found the thrill of battle that he had not seen for a long time, and now he was like a wolf king rushing into the flock, tearing and tearing these enemies apart.

Oeve marveled at Friedley's combat skills and also saw Bruulis coming to him. Immediately, Oive stepped on the back of an Atholl soldier, turned over and jumped to assassinate him, and rushed to the side of Bruulis who was ushering.

"Miss, you go quickly." Bruulis wielded a scimitar behind her with his shield and hurriedly said to her, "Go to the carriage." ”

"Act as planned, let's go together." Oeve said after backhanding the "Poison of Thorns" at the soldier.

"The rebels don't just want to attack the guards here, they plan to burn it down." Bruulis continued to protect Oiff with his shield in his hand.

"No way, not enough time. The City Guard will be here soon. Oeve said to Brulis, "Come with us." ”

"Miss, I—" Brullis hesitated a little as he looked at his fellow Garlands who were fighting beside him.

"I order you, go quickly, and don't engage in useless battles." Oiff Chong hesitated and continued to Bloris.

"Yes, miss." Bruulis spoke after a moment's hesitation.

Oeve waved her hand from behind her shield to Friedrier in the heat of battle, and Friedrier was keenly aware of her movements. He shaved off the wrist of one of Athore's soldiers and hurried towards Oive.

"Let's go, the rebels are going to stay here and continue fighting." Oeve shouted at Friedlier after cutting off a spear that had pierced him.

"Okay, then don't hesitate." With that, Friedlier rushed under the cover of Brulis's shield and retreated with Oeve to the edge of the battlefield.

After moving away from the chaos of battle in front of the armory, Brullis carried his heavy shield behind his back, and he escaped into the narrow, dark streets with Oeve and Friedley. Led by O'Eve, the trio traveled two blocks to the West Quarter, where the Gary paupers were the main inhabitants of Lionheart.

Under a bell tower in the western city with a large Atholl eagle wing sun flag, the three of them successfully found Nezgoda's carriage. But when Bruulis and Oeve tried to run quickly towards the carriage, Friedreel stopped them and whispered, "It's not too late to watch before you act." ”

Oeve understood, and she hid in the darkness and quietly observed the carriage and its vicinity. It wasn't until she saw Abhikius sticking his head out of the canopy that she exhaled in relief. Afterwards, Oiv tilted his head at Friedreel and said, "It's hard to imagine how someone as careful as you could have been captured as a captive by the Azores. ”

"There's a saying in Featon that no more powerful oarsman can paddle a broken sail." Friedlier said with a smile.

Bulliss interjected at this point, "The Nightmare Army that defeated you, and their general, Doim, are not broken sails, they are the elite aces of the King of the West of Atholl. You and your Featon army can't beat him, that's normal. ”

"Oh, Bruulis, my friend, you really hurt my heart with that." Friedlier said.

"Alright, let's talk about it in the carriage." Oeve got up as she spoke, and ran quietly towards the carriage.

When the three of them got into the carriage and hid in the dark canopy of the carriage, Abhiti, who was waiting in the carriage, spoke first, "Let's wait here until dawn, and when the gate is opened, we can escape." ”

"After such a commotion from the rebels tonight, can the city gate still be opened smoothly?" Friedlier asked.

"The West Second Gate and the West Third Gate may not necessarily open, but the West Gate will definitely open." "But I'm afraid they're going to crack down on people who leave the city." ”

"If that's the case, how about we break out through the smoke?" Abhiqi patted the packets of smoke in the carport and said.

"It's dangerous to do that." "If they had set up a horse barren, it would have been very difficult for us to break through that narrow gate." ”

"Miss, if you're worried that they've set up a horse rejection, then let's change to a second plan and swim into the moat through the sewers together." Bloris said.

Oiff thought for a moment before asking, "What do you think?" Friedlier. ”

"It takes luck to get through the moat, and if we don't get spotted, if we get caught swimming across the moat, we'll be helpless and watch the arrows come at us. And it takes courage to get through the gates, and even if they set up a horse rejection, if we are clever and brave enough, we can break through. Friedlier said.

"Alright, Tharu friend of Frosttrail Island, I see what you mean, then let's cross the city gate together." O'Eve said.

Early the next morning, Nezgoda drove the carriage through the narrow streets of the western part of Lionheart and slowly headed towards the west gate.

As the carriage slowly moved, Brullis peered ahead through a small hole in the canopy, directing the way for Nezgoda. Nezgoda, a native of Asol, looked relaxed, pulling the reins of his horse with a cigarette in his mouth, and even greeted them warmly in Asor as the carriage slowly passed by the two city guards standing on the side of the road.

Just when everyone thought that the carriage would slowly approach the West Gate, the carriage suddenly stopped just as it was about to pass out of the alley.

"There is a procession of the nobles of Azor passing through the main road ahead, and the guards are on guard in this area." Nezgoda asked in a low voice from the front of the carriage after stopping the carriage, "Miss, shall we take a detour?" ”

"Don't take a detour, that will alarm the guards, just wait here for them to pass." Oiv leaned into the hole in the canopy and looked out, then whispered to Nezgoda.

"Yes, miss." Nezgoda said.

Oeve glanced at the hole and then turned around and left. After Oiff left, sunlight shone through the hole and formed a narrow pillar of light in the dark canopy. The pillar of light shone straight onto the back of Friedley's hand.

Friedreer flipped over the back of his hand, and the light shone on his palm. Looking at the pillar of light shining in the palm of his hand, Friedlier hesitated, and felt that this light seemed to be the guidance of his ancestors. Thinking of this, he immediately got up and approached the hole, and looked out through the hole.

Through the hole, he saw that in the wide street directly opposite the carriage, a group of Athoor guards had separated the bustling citizens, and then a group of Athoor Guards cavalry dressed in fine clothes with spears and guns slowly passed.

Just when Friedlier thought that a splendid carriage drawn by tall horses should be followed by the cavalry honor guard, he was surprised to see a ragged group of slaves appearing after the cavalry honor guard. The slaves had all kinds of faces, and they were so filthy that some of them were unclothed. Seeing this, Friedlier couldn't help but think to himself that they might be prisoners of war from all over the world.

The prisoners leaned forward with heavy footsteps, because they were tied with heavy tow ropes. Behind the tow rope was a lavishly decorated heavy carriage. And above the carriage was a fat and ugly lady of Athore.

Just as Friedlier was disappointed to see how unattractive the nobles were sitting in the carriage, he also saw a group of slender slaves pulling the carriage behind him. This time, Friedlear pressed the canopy with his hand, and he carefully observed the group of slaves, and then he was shocked to find that several of the slaves in this group were blonde-haired, burly Featon prisoners of war, and among these prisoners of war, there seemed to be one of them who looked familiar!

Seeing this, Friedlier immediately pulled up the burqa in the carriage and quickly jumped out of the carriage. He hurried out of the intersection in his burqa. After squeezing into the crowd of onlookers, Friedlier looked closely at the prisoners of war pulling the wagon. After scrutinizing the seemingly familiar Feyton prisoner of war slave for a moment, Friedlier's scalp tingled in disbelief, and then his eyes turned red with excitement.

Watching the familiar prisoner of war pull the cart a short distance in front of him, Friedlier could no longer contain the tears in his eyes, but after only a drop of tears, he gritted his teeth again.

He knew him, and was very familiar with him, and he saw that he was much thinner and much older than before, but he recognized him at a glance from among the many slaves who pulled the cart, for he was his old buddy, and he was the navigator of the Starlight, Tare Galir.

It turns out that Tarregalil did not die after blowing the dragon's heart horn and attracting enemies to him. It was only then that Friedlier thought that it was no wonder that he could die alone, he had attracted a large number of enemies to surround him, and he could only have been captured.

Looking at Tallegalil's dirty clothes, his emaciated figure, and the hard, heavy steps he took, Friedlier felt a pang in his heart. He felt that a large part of the fault for Talle Galil to become like this was his poor command, and Friedlier felt remorse and shame at the thought of this.

"What are you doing?" As Friedreel watched Talligalir slowly walk by, Oiv hurried to his side, whispering to Friedlier in the crowd, "You should go back to the carriage, what are you doing here?" ”

Friedlier did not answer Oive's words, he reached out in his burqa and grasped Nightfall tightly, and then he whispered to her, "Tell me, Oive, can my sword turn day into night?" ”

Surprised by Friedley's reddened eyes and his murderous tone, Oiv hesitated to reply, "If its energy isn't depleted, it will." ”

"Okay." Friedlier gritted his teeth.

As Friedlier's words fell, Oeve immediately noticed that the originally warm sunlight was beginning to dim.

Looking up at the sky, Oeve was surprised to find that the originally clear sky suddenly gathered strange dark clouds out of nowhere, and in a short time, the whole sky became cloudy. These dark clouds rise out of nowhere, gather out of nowhere, and they gather and thicken rapidly. Shaded by dense dark clouds, sunlight also began to become more and more difficult to penetrate them.

Surprised by the rapid darkening of the sky, Oeve noticed that the clouds were constantly changing in the sky, and as they changed and thickened dramatically, the clouds became more and more dark and terrifying. Looking back, Oeve found out in disbelief that there seemed to be a faint glimmer of starlight in the dark and terrifying clouds.

Could this be the power of Nightfall, Oeve thought to herself, withdrawing her gaze from the sky, she looked at Friedlier who was waiting for an opportunity, and then at the entire city of Lionheart that had been plunged into darkness.

Lionheart City was shrouded in darkness for a while, and the people on the streets of the city naturally looked at the originally clear sky with curiosity and surprise. After seeing that the originally clear sky was now covered with black clouds, the people in the city couldn't help but start to panic a little. As a result, the advancing ranks of nobles slowed down, and some of the guards looked up at the darkening sky in surprise.

"Friedrear, what are you going to do?" Oeve looked at Friedrear and asked in a low voice. As she spoke, Oiff noticed that she could barely see under Friedrie's burqa because it was getting so dark.

"Create some chaos and save an old friend." As soon as Friedlier said a word to Oive, he dodged out of the crowd.

The sky was dark, and the earth was lightless. No one would have thought that the sky could become so dark in such a short period of time, that someone would take the opportunity to attack the guards, and that no one had prepared torches and other lighting materials in advance.

Breaking out of the crowd, Friedlier took advantage of the cover of darkness to stab an ordinary guard on guard with his sword, and then rushed straight to the slave team pulling the carriage.

After rushing into the slightly flustered ranks of slaves, he raised his sword and slashed a large line of ropes behind the slender man. Immediately afterward, he quickly rushed to the side of Tarregalir, who was at a loss for what to do. He raised his sword, and the heavy rope on Tarregalil's back was cut by Nightfall.

Tarregalil looked horrified at the dark figure that had severed the ropes on his body, and he opened his mouth to the dark face under the burqa, but he didn't know what to say. As he hesitated, Friedriell said, "Hey, old man, you've lost weight. ”

After hearing Friedreel's words, Tarregalil was stunned at first, and then he shouted hoarsely and asked, "Taru! Is that you?! ”

Before Friedlier could answer Tarregalil's question, he reflexively stabbed his sword. After stabbing the arriving Yasol guard to death, Friedlier picked up the soldier's fallen cutlass and threw it at Tarregalil, saying, "Of course it's me, old fellow. ”

"Taru!" Tarregalil cried excitedly, and he took the scimitar thrown by Friedlier, and slashed at the other Yathor guard who was rushing in with a cry.

"Loose all the captives, old man, we need men." After a quick glance at the situation, Friedrier shouted to Tallegalil. Friedlier then rushed to the first carriage alone. He saw that the ugly fat lady in the first carriage was clumsily getting out of the carriage with the help of the guards. He didn't wait for the noblewoman's footsteps to land, and he rose up to kill.

The blade of Nightfall stabbed through the noblewoman's back, exited through her chest, and then tore her horizontally and slashed into the guards beside her. When another of the noblewoman's guards took the opportunity to slash at Friedreel, Friedreel tried to dodge, but suddenly saw a dark green light pass in front of his eyes. The dark green light swept past Friedlier and pierced the guard's chest, and he looked sideways to see that it was Oeve who had come to his aid with her "Poison of Thorns".

"Friedrear, what are you going to do?" Oeve drew her rapier and asked him hurriedly.

"Of course it's to get out of the city." As he spoke, Friedlier turned to Tare Galil and the seven or eight Phaton captives, and shouted in Phatton, "Listen to me, Warriors of Phatton!" Let's move to the west gate together, let's kill out, quick! ”

Seeing the chaos at the moment, Oeve knew that she had no choice, and she immediately asked Friedley, "What are your plans?" ”

"There was no plan, let Nezgoda drive rush Simon, and we would rush out after his carriage." "Move fast, we have to break through there before the guards at the gates get the news of this." ”

"Okay." Oeve nodded.

Without waiting for O'Eve to reflexively leave to inform Nezgoda, Friedlier added to O'Eve, "Stay safe." ”

Oeve nodded, and quickly squeezed into the chaotic crowd.

While the other captives were killed by the arriving Azor cavalry guards, Friedlier had already hailed Tarregalil and rushed into the crowd with eight or nine rescued Phetton prisoners of war, heading for the west gate of Lionheart.

After receiving Oive's notice, Nezgoda immediately turned around and drove with her to the west gate of Lionheart. On the main road outside the gate of the west gate, Oiff met Friedrell and his party, and the group quickly converged.

"Let's go, we're going to get through there before the guards put away the drawbridge." Friedlier said.

"Let the two wounded Phettons come into the carriage." Oiv lifted the canopy with one hand and said to Friedlier, "There's still some room in there." ”

"I'll drive the carriage." Bulliis took his shield and jumped off the canopy, and he shifted his position with Nezgoda with his shield across front and back.

As Ballis throbbed his horsewhip, the carriage sped swiftly towards the city gates.

The carriage galloped to the city gate, but due to the obstruction of the view caused by the "night", the city gate guards did not find the carriage rushing early, and they did not have time to put the rejection horse in a suitable position. Bloris drove the carriage past the open gate, and as he passed through the rejection, he deliberately manipulated the carriage to crash into several guards who could not dodge.

As the carriage rushed through the gates, Abhikius threw a bag of smoke at the gates. The pungent yellow smoke that filled the city gate disturbed and irritated the guards on both sides of the gate. The horses, affected by the smoke, even neighed and threw down a few cavalry guards who wanted to chase the carriage on horseback.

"Hold your breath." Friedreel followed the carriage, and when he reached the vicinity of the city gates, he shouted to the Pheton warriors behind him, "Rush out of the gates." ”

"Taru!" Tarregalil shouted. After Tare Galil's words fell, the rest of the Phatton POWs shouted, "Tharu." ”

"Where's your momentum?" Friedlier said as he met one of the Athore guards who had escaped from the smoke. Then he stabbed the guard's goggle-covered armor with a sword, and as he kicked the dead body's body away and pulled the sword from its iron armor, Friedlier said, "I wonder if you're still a Pheton warrior." ”

"Tharu !!" Tare Galil and several of the Phatton POWs let out heart-rending shouts again.

With this exhilarating shout, Friedlier held up the word "Night" and rushed into the smoke with a smile.