The wind blew on Ferrante's face, leaving his dust-stained blonde hair scattered behind his head, and the sound of horses' hooves trampling on bluestone slabs came to his ears, causing him to ignore the exclamations of the horses that frightened passers-by.

At this time, he only had one thing in his mind, and that was to rescue Sophia, and he knew that he might not succeed, just as he knew that even if Alena had a teacher in Sears, the other party would not risk it for Sophia alone.

If he can really be called a teacher, it is the right choice to protect and send Alena away.

But in that case, what should Sophia do? I can't leave her alone, even if I die, I have to meet her and say that maybe a little childish in my own mouth.

"Big brother, father, I may not be able to return to Tria, but I did not bury the blood of my ancestors, I chose what I thought was the right path, just as my ancestors did back then. ”

"Sophia, wait for me, drive!"

The brown horses passed through the street, and Ferrante, with the steel sword in his hand, fixed his eyes fixed on the street two blocks away, and once again tightened the reins.

The two streets were not very far away, and in the blink of an eye, Ferrante had already seen how tall the two men were at the stake, and Sophia and several knights had been tied to it, and the clergy in pale blue robes were reading their deeds, and the flames of the torches were flickering, and perhaps the next moment they would be thrown on the pile.

"Sophia!" Ferrante roared, and the horse sped up again, charging toward the crowd.

"Stop him. The clergyman next to the stake opened his mouth lightly, a child also wants to learn how to rob the Dharma field?

Under his orders, the guards armed with spears on the periphery began to gather, formed a formation, and approached Ferrante step by step, and the crowd of onlookers had already moved out of the way when they heard Ferrante's roar, so as not to harm themselves.

"Hmm...... Not...... Hmm......" Sophia, whose mouth was stuffed with a ball of cloth, twisted her body and gave a vague dissuasion to Ferrante in the distance.

Looking at Sophia's appearance, the anger in Ferrante's heart ignited again, and he drew the long sword at his waist, blocked the stabbing spear, and slashed the head of the spear sideways.

But he could cope with a spear, and then countless spears stabbed him, and Ferrante, who was forced to stop, pulled the reins, and the forepaws of the horse's hooves jumped up, and stepped forward fiercely, but the spear heads on both sides pierced the horse's neck.

Even he was shot in the shoulder and knocked off his horse.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" Ferrante, whose face was pale, covered the wound on his shoulder, coughing uncontrollably, the delicate leather armor was still not as good as the armor, and the wound was bleeding like a lot.

At the signal of the clergyman, the guards slowly approached, and countless spears stabbed down mercilessly.

"Sophia!

"Hmm...... Not...... Hmm......" Sophia's already moist eyes couldn't help but shed tears, even though the teacher had told her that tears would not help.

"Damn, you idiot, Ferrante, what are you doing here!Go and follow Alena to the teacher, why are you here alone, fool!"

The tip of the spear with a cold light kept magnifying in his vision, but Ferrante didn't care, just looked at Sophia on the stake softly, and felt a trace of regret in his heart.

"If I can learn more swordsmanship with my eldest brother, maybe I can save Sophia......"

Ping!

"Ferrante, if you want to learn swordsmanship, let's wait until you go back to Tria. ”

Ferrante suddenly felt someone drag him backwards, and the spears were partially blocked, and the other part was pierced to the ground, stirring up sparks.

He looked back and saw that Alena, whose face was still pale, was holding a long sword, pulling at her collar, and her original white priest's robe was torn into a short dress.

"Ferrante, are you stupid?!" Alena looked at him breathlessly with her sword in her hand.

"Boss Ferrante, you bullied us and didn't know how to ride a horse, did you?"

Ferrante turned his neck stiffly, so much so that he touched the wound, but the pain didn't make him make a superfluous expression, just stared blankly at the young knights who had caught up behind him.

"You ......"

"We're also knights, and it's not just Ferrante who is the boss. ”

"The first rule of knighthood, never abandon your companions, it seems that Ferrante you are not familiar with it. The corners of Alena's mouth curled, and a little light poured from her palm into Ferrante's body, relieving his injuries.

"You're not a knight...... Ferrante struggled to his feet, retrieved his sword from the ground, and looked at Sophia again.

"But Sophia is my friend. ”

"How did they come out? Waste, ordered to go down, as long as they dare to resist, all of them will be killed on the spot. Madison, furious, commanded, staring at what was happening below.

"Hehehe...... Look, Madison, these are our children of the Church of Light, and they will never let the gods down. Slum slumped in his chair, hoarse words coming out of his throat.

"Humph!"

Beneath the tower, Alena and Ferrante stood together, and behind them were fourteen young knights who were fourteen years old at most and eleven years old at the youngest.

But in the face of the approaching guards and the clergy in armor, not a single one retreated.

"Did you see that they were trying to assassinate the Pope, and these children, although they were young, had demonic hearts, and they were unsuspecting, killing a dozen of the best young people of the Church. ”

"Decades have passed, and the Church of Light has not changed with time, they are still evil heretics, inventing a non-existent god in an attempt to steal the merits and authority of the Wind God. ”

"Their kindness is only a means of deception, have you forgotten how those good knights were killed at the border three years ago?"

"Maybe next time, it's your son, your friend, your husband who falls!"

The clergy on the stage spared no effort to shout, which gradually aroused the memory of the onlookers.

"Kill them! My brother died at the border!"

"Kill them!"

"Burn them at the stake!"

At this time, the crowd was excited, and in the restaurant not far away, Cassia plucked out his ears, thinking that it was no wonder that the Fengshen Church was so close to the people, sure enough, it was better to mobilize emotions by mingling, it seems that the Fengshen Church has been waiting for this day for a long time.

The width of the street limited the number of guards, but it was clear that such a battle was big enough for these dozen children, and even Alena broke out in a cold sweat in her palms.

"Kill!"

The guards who had already surrounded the teenagers swarmed up, although they were not as good as the army of the Frontier Legion, but if there were still people scared in the face of some children, then don't mix here.

"Ferrante, you charge them over, and I'll take care of the rest!" Alena shouted, and stepped back with her sword.

Ferrante's eyes froze, he raised the long sword in his hand, turned around and rushed towards the guards, and although the remaining teenagers were afraid, they had no way to retreat, so they still followed together.

"God of Light, please bless your children. ”

Alena, who fell at the back, prayed sincerely, then threw away her long sword, hugged the sky with both hands, and her whole person radiated light and slowly floated.

Alena's ten fingers bent in pain, and with a forbearant expression on her face, more intense light kept emanating from her body and falling on the young knights.

Everyone felt a powerful power blessed their bodies, just like the elders who had activated their bloodlines.

"Kill!"

Ferrante's eyes were red, and his whole body was shrouded in light, and with a single sword, he slashed the arm of one of the guards to the ground, and the bright red blood sprayed onto his face, making him stunned for a moment.

"I ...... I...... I ......"

"Boss Ferrante, save people!"

Ferrante subconsciously parried the spear and looked back at his companions, some of whom were from better backgrounds and were struggling to block the encirclement of the guards, while those who were still young were also waving their swords like sticks.

It wasn't that he didn't see Alena floating in the air, but he knew that now was not the time to be curious, but for a moment, Ferrante's hand clenched a little tighter, and the brown horse that had fallen to the ground staggered to its feet in the light of the light.

Ferrante nodded back, dodged the spear, turned around and ran toward the brown horse.

"What is this!Can anyone tell me what it is?" said Madison, clenching his fists.

"You see, the God of Light never gave up on His children. ”

"Then it's up to whoever laughs last!"

Madison snorted softly, then waved his hand, and the endless wind began to roll underneath, Ferrante, who had just landed on the horse's back, suddenly felt that he couldn't move, and the brown horse's leaping forefoot also stopped strangely in mid-air.

Not only him, but even the teenagers, all froze in place.

In the restaurant not far away, Cassia put down his wine glass, raised his hand and two rays of light entered Alena and Ferrante's bodies, and shook his head at the same time.

"Ahh

A terrible cry suddenly came out of Alena's mouth, and she felt as if some shackles had been opened in her body, and in an instant, in everyone's eyes, Alena was engulfed in light and suddenly disappeared in place, replaced by a ball of light that radiated endless light.

The shackles on the young knights were broken by the light, and Madison on the tower spat out a mouthful of blood, looking at everything below in disbelief.

And Silom, who was next to him, had a calm face and said hoarsely: "I'm ...... now I understand what the Pope meant......"

Ferrante felt the power in his body, clenched the long sword in his hand again, raised the horse's head and stepped fiercely towards the guards in front of him, the sharp spear head could only draw a white mark on the horse's body.

Poof! The guards at the front bore the brunt of the attack, and a hoof trampled through the chest, knocking over the street stalls, and countless spices were raised.

Ferrante pulled the reins, and the man and horse leaped to their feet, and the long sword encrusted with rubies glittered in the light.

"Holy Knights of Light!

"Prepare for war!"

"Prepare for war!"

"Prepare for war!"

Behind him, fourteen young men with long swords in their hands, bathed in light, followed Ferrante on either side of him like two bright dragons towards the stake.