Feeling the monster chasing after her, Freya was full of nervousness but a little excited, like the psychology of a tightrope walker, in a desperate situation, a mistake will be doomed, often at this moment but more and more confident, the mind is also a clear burst of extraordinary potential.

It turns out that this is what adventure feels like.

However, the monster chased after him quickly, and Freya only ran a few steps and looked back to see that the other party was close at hand. The speed was beyond her imagination, and she was a little anxious, and she had the heart to take a step, but she also had to take care of the ambush of the Pale Sons around her; And as soon as she was distracted, she was pounced on by a pale son and hit her shoulder, and the difference in power between silver and gold made her feel as if she had been hit head-on by a dragon, and she directly threw herself out, rolled a few laps and fell into the snow, and the battle flag in her hand also flew several meters away.

"Uhh

That's right-

Freya's light brown eyes sank slightly, she took a deep breath, and deliberately slowed down. The giant wolf seized the opportunity and pounced with a low roar, but it was just this moment that she waited for, and she staggered past the Pale Son. The vortex brought by the sharp claws of the giant wolf almost scratched Freya's cheeks, and even opened a few thin openings to ooze blood, but the girl didn't care much, and the moment the giant wolf crossed her arms, she jumped hard and pounced on the other party's broad back.

The pale son immediately felt strange, and roared and shook his back in an attempt to throw Freya off it. But Freya finally waited for this opportunity, how could she let it go as desired. She held the flagpole in one hand and tightened her grip on the monster's neck, and with the other hand she clung to the pale son's long silver mane, still swinging her body frantically by the other, just clinging to the other's back and not moving.

Enraged, the Pale Son let out a low howl and ran wildly, as if trying to knock Freya off her back with a bump. Yet it runs. But it was following the girl's wishes, although the Pale Son only had the strength level from the golden beginner to the golden median, which was far inferior to the silver monster, but although the strength level determined the body on the one hand, it was not an absolute gap in some aspects.

Just like an ordinary human being who is an adult must not be able to outrun an ordinary gray wolf, or the difference between a wizard and a warrior at the same level of strength, this has nothing to do with the level of strength, it is purely a difference in emphasis.

The Pale Child is similar to the silver monster, which excels in melee combat and casts illusions and many other spells. With good strength and dexterity, he is obviously an all-round warrior, and the Pale Son, a four-legged canine, although it is a dusk species, still maintains some of the basic abilities of the beast, speed, is one of them.

Freya doesn't know so much 'knowledge', and if Brando is here, she might be able to analyze it for her. But for a country girl like her, who came from the countryside of Buchi and had barely received a period of intensive training. It was enough to understand one thing - the giant wolf was faster than her.

That's enough.

In the midst of the wind, Freya was almost blown so that she could not open her eyes, and the strands of hair on her forehead were torn and danced wildly before her eyes, and her eyes seemed to contain tears, which could not be stopped in the strong wind; So she simply closed her eyes and clung to the pale son's mane. The ferocious monster became more and more frenzied, almost off the ground on all fours when it was unrestrained, and when it was so bumpy, she almost wanted to cough out loud every time she collided with the breastplate, and several times she almost missed her grip and was thrown out.

But fortunately, she took the time to look back. The silver monster had been left far behind, though she wondered why it hated her so much, and even if it did, it hung far behind her.

It seemed to have said something like 'goddess of war', and Freya remembered that Brando seemed to have said the same thing to her, but Vaynd didn't have a goddess of war at all, whether it was a Cruz or an Eruin, or even among the gods revered by the wind elves, there was only the existence of the dragon of war.

But she soon ran out of time to think about the details, the pale son had already led her across most of the battlefield, and was about to reach the bottom, and one wolf and one wolf passed through the positions of several other wolves like a gust of wind, and Freya narrowed her eyes under the strong wind and barely glanced forward.

In front is the very bottom of this glacial canyon.

She gritted her teeth suddenly, one hand gripped the wolf's silver mane, the other finally letting go of its neck, and as she passed through a patch of soft snow, Freya gritted her teeth and thrust the banner into the ground.

"Knights, move closer to me——!"

Freya's shouts surrounded the mountains, and the battle flag stood firmly at the bottom of the valley, but surrounded by wolves in the battlefield, it was impossible to see what was under the battle flag; At the same time, at the moment when the battle flag was planted, the Pale Son had already carried the girl from the countryside of Buchi into a narrow gap in the glacier, Freya subconsciously wanted to touch the horn tied to her waist, she was afraid that her shout would not be heard by others, but it was at this moment that the Pale Son jerked, and the horn flew out of her hand with a whirl.

"Ahh

"You abominable brute!" The girl couldn't help but scold anxiously.

But the giant wolf was now more dissatisfied than she was, and no one could be happy when it had run for miles with a little mouse on its head and not thrown it off, when at last it felt the woman on its back let go of her hand a little, and it suddenly stopped from galloping, and at the same time its whole body flung to the side, from extreme movement to extreme stillness, and the tremendous force generated by the momentary change of state was almost entirely reflected on Freya.

Before she could finish her sentence, she was lifted directly from the back of the pale son by inertia. At that moment, Freya did not foresee this change at all, and she felt her heart almost jump out of her throat as she rose into the air. But even in this situation, the girl's mind was still clear, and she still did not let go of her left hand, and tightly grasped the silver mane of the pale son.

For a moment, though, she almost felt like her hand was going to break. But in the end, this action saved her life, and she pulled her mane and flew in a circle in the air, and then returned to the back of the Pale Son, and the impact of the landing directly knocked her into tears.

Even the Pale Son couldn't help but snort in a low voice, obviously it was not comfortable at this time, of course, the voice was more anxious and restless, and the little mouse on his head seemed to be glued to it, and he couldn't get down.

After running for a few miles, the monster was also a little out of breath. It's like inheriting the common denominator of these beasts, full of explosiveness, but lacking the necessary stamina. It had to slow down, and even had a tendency to roll twice on the ground to see if it could get Freya off its back.

But Freya was tossed by it enough, how could it be possible to slow it down at this time, the monster had just shown signs of rolling to the side, and she was shocked. As if blessed to the soul, he subconsciously pulled a dagger out of his boot with his hand, and stabbed the pale son in the buttocks with a backhand.

It's a completely knee-jerk move. From several special methods of stimulating the war horse learned in riding lessons, although the war horse is the closest companion of the cavalry, on the battlefield, in various needs, especially in the absence of spurs, all knights must learn some special skills.

Freya can be said to be a living learner. Directly used on the pale son who sat down, and this hand really worked, the giant wolf almost let out a wail, this long howl was full of unwilling and angry sounds, but under the pain. Sure enough, it took another step, as if it were trying to escape the terrible woman on its back, and ran forward with all its might.

As soon as the wolf began to run wildly, Freya immediately began the process of pressing her chest against her back, and the little girl could not help but feel bitter, and did not know if she was guilty of her own sin.

For a long time, Freya on the wolf's back felt the scenery around her go backwards faster and faster, and the ice walls on both sides were almost connected when they receded, like a pale blue curtain of light.

She was a little amazed, she didn't expect these terrible monsters to have such speed, no wonder they could be tracked lightly in the forest, you must know that most of the knights of the Knights of the Folding Sword are the strength of the gold realm, not to mention ordinary people, even if it is difficult to keep up with such a group of people.

As she was sighing, all of a sudden, the vision ahead of her was empty, and behind the glacial fissures was an open valley, with cliffs on both sides of the valley floor, and thick ice and snow on the rock walls.

And it was at this time that Freya suddenly felt that the giant wolf under her was short, and the whole fell to her knees in the snow, and after losing its center of gravity, it rolled forward directly and flew out, and the girl knight behind the Pale Child was naturally not spared, this time the silver wolf mane that had been bringing her good luck could not save her, Freya finally flew out screaming after a few spins in mid-air, and crashed into the snowdrift.

"Ahh

It was a long time before she crawled out from under the snowdrift in a daze, and she lay on the ground, barely able to stand, as if she had fallen apart.

Thinking back to the previous experience, she was really a little scared, she never dreamed that she would have such an experience one day, it was crazy. Freya herself didn't know how she had made this decision, it didn't look like her own sanity.

'It's going to be like that guy if it goes on like this......

She gritted her teeth, insisted on sitting up from the snow, and first subconsciously glanced into the canyon, and saw the silver humanoid shadow in the distance, which was rapidly approaching this direction.

Freya couldn't help but be slightly stunned, she didn't expect that guy to be chasing her, what a lot of resentment this is. She looked at the pale son who had fallen to the ground, and had completely lost his voice, thinking that he had died because he had run for too long.

"Ah, how can this be ......"

She was taken aback, probably she didn't expect that she would kill a pale son like this, if she was still in Buchi, she would definitely become the capital of those guys to brag about. But now it was nothing, she gritted her teeth and stood up, she wanted to kill the other party with a sword when she was still on the back of the giant wolf, but now that the makeshift mount was dead, she was a little worried.

Seeing that the monster was about to arrive, she couldn't outrun the other party, and looked around, she had to think of a way to do it.

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PS. Let's surprise everyone! Guess what the surprise is? (To be continued......)