The inhabitants of Kwyn have not yet reacted: how did this young man become an infidel in the blink of an eye, just now that he helped us wipe out the bandits? But the looks of the military men don't look like they're joking. www.biquge.infoAlmost subconsciously, everyone was "swooping" backwards, and in an instant, Ai Xiu became a plague that people could not avoid.

Tsk, what I did for this village turned out to be not worth a trumped-up charge? Eshua was very calm, and the old drunkard had told him early on that he should never trust the peasants, for on the one hand they would only cry and cry after being robbed of three daughters in a row; On the one hand, they will do everything possible to push others up the slaughterhouse in order to protect themselves. They have the cowardice of a sheep and the cunning of a monkey, because they are simple and simple, and because they are cruel because of their simplicity. Just like the sea breeze in the waters of Yanvikshuo, they can bring you the warmth of home one moment, and the next second they will not hesitate to chill your heart. Eshua did not blame them, for in Pande weakness was the only original sin, and the peasants were involuntarily guilty of unforgivable sin.

In fact, my own sins are not light. Eshua retreated silently, but the well-trained cavalry had already closed him invisibly. The officer crossed his arms and sat on his horse and sneered, in his opinion, Eshu was already in the wings, and the death knight's longsword was bound to become his own bag.

A burly cavalryman lunged at Estheu, trying to take him in his arms, but Eshu staggered his head and twisted out from under his armpit. At that moment, he had the urge to draw his sword, and the opponent's ribs were exposed in front of his eyes unguardedly, and he was able to easily send the blade into the opponent's body, shattering the fragile organs. But it was a foolish choice to clash with the regular army at the moment, and with the reputation of a heretic not to mention, it was very likely that the next day Esher would find that his wanted warrants were all over Sarion. So he just kicked the cavalryman in the ass and knocked him to the ground.

The cavalry fell into a dog and ate, and was furious, and got up and turned back to pounce again, but Eschu had already rushed towards the encirclement, which seemed to others to be a self-defeating trap. The soldiers who bore the brunt of the attack were already in full force, they were all big shoulders and round waists, and Eshy looked like calves in front of a bull compared to them. Now the calves who don't know the height of the earth want to force the encirclement of the bulls, and they will inevitably fall into the end of being overturned.

However, the moment he approached the encirclement, the calf suddenly turned into a water snake! Estheu's body bent with incredible flexibility, and he easily slipped through the gap between the two horsemen, then turned on his horse and rushed out of the north gate. "Rubbish! Pursue! The squad leader roared in exasperation and whipped the horse's ass hard.

Eshu galloped all the way, the cavalry biting tightly behind him, the distance between the two sides was only about seventy paces, and the gap was gradually narrowing. After all, it is a military horse, and its foot strength is not the same as that of ordinary horses circulating on the market. Eshua didn't have any expectations of getting rid of them on the avenue, and he estimated in his heart how long it would be before he entered the forest. Enough time was enough, and Essor made a judgment, as long as he entered the dense forest, he could easily get rid of the pursuit of the cavalry. Eshua had this confidence, because the old drunkard once told him: "Even the white ape in the Misty Mountains can't do better than you in climbing." "Eshu hadn't seen the white ape, but Eshu knew what he was capable of.

Near, Esher could already see the shadows of a thousand trees under the dark sky, and a few hours before he had led the Kwen militia in the forest to fight the bandits. The sound of horses' hooves behind him suddenly accelerated, and the sound of the man's tight breathing came from behind him. It's the cavalry captain! His horseman's strength was even more outstanding, and he actually caught up with Aexiu before he entered the mountain forest!

"Where to run!" The captain of the cavalry shouted angrily and raised his sword to cut off the horse's legs. But his martial arts skills were really ordinary compared to Ai Xiu, and Ai Xiu didn't even draw his sword, one turned sideways, and slapped the blade away with a wave of his palm. Then he simply turned around to face the team leader, pressed one hand on the head of the hunting horse, maintaining a strange balance in the constant bumps, and then tightened his five fingers, and brazenly exerted force!

The hunting horse neighed in pain, and the sharp pain in its facial bones caused its front hooves to lift high, nearly lifting the captain off the horse's back. At this moment, Eshua let go of his hand, and the distance between the two horses widened again. No matter how the squad leader whipped in anger, the hunting horse under his crotch just watched in fear as Essor rushed into the forest.

After rushing into the forest, Eshu stabbed the horse in the buttocks. The horse was in pain, neighed, and galloped for his life. Eshu jumped up, grabbed a branch in both hands, and climbed in a completely different direction. He vaguely remembered the col where the bandits were hiding, and Eshua could only spend the night there tonight. Moreover, he had no mounts, and his arrival at Silverlake had to be postponed for a long time, and the food and lodging alone would be much more expensive than buying another horse.

Let's go to Marions first, Eshy thought.

The squad leader's face was a little gloomy, and his eyesight was extraordinary, and he could see at a glance that the young man who claimed to be an adventurer was wearing a Death Knight sword at his waist. It's a fake to say that you don't want to, but the Death Knight's sword is a very popular collection among the armies of various countries, and it is invincible to use it to make a point. However, the siege that he thought was foolproof was easily rushed out by him, and he was defeated in that face-to-face confrontation without suspense. Yes, a fiasco, the sword he was bound to win was drawn away by the young man, as if it were not a sharp metal, but a rag. The squad leader looked down at his horse, and the fingerprints left by Eshu were still there. He cursed with some annoyance, and turned his horse back: "Back!" ”

"Captain, isn't that heretic chasing after you?" Someone asked. This sentence touched his moldy head, and the team leader scolded: "Chase you MB, waste, go back to conscription!" ”

The spittled cavalryman didn't care, but instead smirked and approached the squad leader. The squad leader was vigilant, he was still a well-trained soldier after all, and at this moment he felt a rather sharp and dangerous edge from that cavalryman. At this time, with the help of starlight, he could see the other party's face clearly, it was an extremely unfamiliar face, definitely not a brother in his team!

A great horror flashed through the squad leader's heart, and then there was a pain in his chest, and a long sword had pierced through his left chest, and the other party slowly turned the hilt of the sword, stirring his heart into a mess. The squad leader lowered his head in disbelief, the silver-white skull on the hilt of his sword grinning at him. "Isn't that what you want? Our sabre. It was the last whisper he heard as he lay dying, like the soft breath of death in his ear.

The cavalry were shocked, and before they could figure out what was happening, the body of the squad leader had already been planted from his horse. And the murderer had already drawn his long sword and rushed towards them. Like a wild wolf hunting in the dark, it kills its prey one by one fiercely and accurately. A few people fled in a hurry after reacting, but the dark purple light flashed, and they fell to the ground with their men and horses.

In less than three minutes, this cavalry squad was completely wiped out! The initiator gently wiped the blood from the sword's body, looked at the dense forest where Eshu had disappeared, and smiled softly.

"Who is the person who can harm the great affairs of my holy religion?"

An hour later, the black knight, who had followed the horse's hoof prints, looked at the horse with a wounded hip with a gloomy face, and the bruises on his forehead jumped in rage, and he dismantled the horse to pieces. "Sure enough, there is a hand!" He put away his frivolous attitude and seriously speculated about Aeshu's whereabouts. After receiving the news of the annihilation of the Interception Squad, the heretics used their powerful penetration to spread out an intelligence network that spanned the two borders of the Sarion Empire. The turmoil caused by Essho in Laria was not low-key, and his big fish was quickly pulled out.

"Abandon the horse, and spend a night hiding in this mountain forest." The Black Knight knew that he had been misled and that he must be 108,000 miles away from Esher by now. He whistled, and a raven hovering above landed on his shoulder, its eyes a fierce dark red, and its size was the size of a half-sized vulture. At this time, it was holding a sparrow in its mouth, its hard beak was open and closed, and blood splashed from time to time, as if it was chewing!

"The target is hidden in the mountains and forests, and it is nowhere to be found." The Black Knight hastily wrote a text message and slipped it into a wooden tube tied to the crow's feet. The crow chirped hoarsely twice, spat out the blood-soaked sparrow in its mouth, flapped its wings and soared through the night.

Fort Severcro.

The sentry patrolled the city, some carelessly treading the established route, some nostalgic for the steaming bowl of white porridge before going to work. At that moment he saw a shadow gliding rapidly in the distance. What is that? Birds? But what kind of birds can fly at the speed of an arrow? Before the sentry could react, a huge crow pounced on his face, its claws widening his face. The sentry was facing a pair of dark red eyes, and before he could react, the crow's beak had flashed in front of him. "Bobo" twice, like a jeweler taking out a gem embedded in the jewelry, the crow brutally pecked out the sentry's eyeballs! He screamed and rolled lifelessly on the ground. The sentinel's wail soon alarmed the nearby soldiers, who rushed to the scene with torches, only to see a large shadow disappearing at the edge of the fire.

The crows drove through the fortress with ease, but did not attack the pedestrians again. It flew into a dilapidated house, pecked three times at the wooden door, and the door opened, and a withered arm reached out to catch the crow.

"Reynis's lost." The old man threw the wooden tube on the table and said hoarsely. There were two men and a woman sitting at the table, and they all frowned when they heard the news.

"We were right, that guy would indeed take a pass from Kwyn. He didn't even manage to intercept it, what a piece of rubbish. The man in the center reached out and grabbed at the crow, his palm as thick as a small hat, and at once covered the not small crow, kneading it angrily. The fierce crow trembled in the palm of this person's hand, and he didn't dare to make a mistake.

"What's next?" The old man asked.

"I don't know what's next, who knows if this thing will go to Marions or Affindor." The man rolled his eyes, "Tell Reynis," he tossed the crow on the table, "Return to the group." It's time to say hello to that old profiteer from Quegfin. ”

"Yes, master." The old man said calmly.

"What about that caravan?" The woman asked suddenly.

"Dragon tears are no longer with them, a waste of time." The man put on a miserable white skull mask, and the old man duly draped him in an inky robe. "Let's go." A man's deep voice came from under the mask, and he walked out briskly. The three behind him followed in silence, the hem of the inky robe fluttering in the wind, like a swarm of bats quietly dissolving into the night.