"Where has the young master gone? Who saw the young master? Against the flow of people, old Dawson shouted while searching, and finally asked Cheng Xiaotian's whereabouts when he was close to the end of the team.

One of the avenging soldiers staggered, "I saw a white wolf running to the southeast, and Master Ishara went after him, and then the young master followed him."

Hearing this, old Dawson was startled, pushed away the soldiers, grabbed a horse, and chased him to the southeast.

In the afternoon, eighty kilometers to the southeast, Tudor was riding a wolf.

He had thought that he should see death as if he were in despair, but it was clear that he had overestimated his courage. No matter what he thought beforehand, when death was approaching, he didn't even think about it, turned around and ran.

Maybe he had the idea of ending it at first, but as he ran, the thought became weaker and weaker, and now it was already swallowed up by fear. After all, he still didn't want to die.

"We've already made peace, why are you still chasing?!" Tudor shouted behind him, answered by Martha's angry roar and Isara's sharp arrows.

Fortunately, he is a third-order warrior, and the arrows are not a big threat to him, and Martha is not fast enough to catch up for the time being.

However, this is not the way to go, his subordinates are no longer in command, this basin is full of enemies, and he must try to get out of pursuit as soon as possible. This is also the reason why he chose this direction to escape, in his memory, vaguely remembered, there was the ruins of a village here, and the scale was not small.

Sure enough, after a short walk, the rain finally stopped, and although the dark clouds had not dispersed, a few rays of brilliant sunlight had been revealed between the cracks in the clouds, and the ruins of a village appeared in the skylight. Looking back, Martha was still hundreds of meters away, and Tudor couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The ruins ahead are intricate, and with the help of the terrain, it is entirely possible to get rid of Isara, who is like a maggot on the tarsal bones, as long as there are no ambushes in that ruin. But the matter has come to this point, and I can only fight for it.

As Tudor had hoped, there were no ambushes in the ruins, but there were still people.

Norbulingka was leaning against a corner with her shoulder pierced by an arrow, not fatal, but unable to move with the team. When Lan Yu returned with the seriously wounded, in order to reduce the burden, she took the initiative to stay, and stayed alone in this corner of the ruins.

It was raining for days, her wound was in severe pain, and she had a low-grade fever, which seemed to be infected. Fortunately, the rain finally stopped, and the long-lost sun shone on her body again, giving her a hint of warmth.

She closed her eyes, lifted her pale face, and raised her head in the sunlight. Just then, a rush of running sounded and woke her up.

Is it a comrade who has come to pick him up?

Norbulingka lifted her spirits, gritted her teeth and stood on her knees, climbed over a collapsed wall, and stood on the village road, looking forward to the direction from which the gallop came.

The next moment, the corner of a ruin in front flashed, and a huge white frost wolf rushed out, and when she saw the knight on the white wolf, Isara's face changed suddenly!

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The village road in the ruins was full of twists and turns, and the huge Martha ran awkwardly, but fortunately, the footsteps of the white wolf were clearly audible, and she could barely bite it. However, the distance between the two sides was getting farther and farther, and when they had finally crossed the village, the white wolf was already two hundred meters away, galloping wildly to the northwest, and the saddle knight lay on his stomach, swaying rhythmically with the run.

"Chase!" Ishara slapped Martha, who snarled and chased after her.

As soon as they left, a sword light from the northwest chased after them, and Cheng Xiaotian arrived.

With the speed of his sword, he should have caught up long ago, but he followed Martha's footsteps, and he was delayed until now.

After entering the ruins, the footprints became more and more messy, Cheng Xiaotian carefully identified them, flew all the way, and suddenly circled upwards and flew back.

The sword light exploded and landed steadily, Cheng Xiaotian squatted down, only to see that there was a torn sheep's tooth bracelet on the muddy road of the village road, which looked a little abrupt. Reaching out and touching it, there was still a trace of body temperature, obviously, it was just torn off and discarded.

Standing up slowly, Cheng Xiaotian's face became gloomy, he closed his eyes, stood motionless, and listened attentively.

Between the two broken walls, Tudor leaned his back against the corner, holding Norbulingka with his left hand, covering her mouth and nose with his right hand, gritting his teeth and listening.

Norbulingka, as a mage and an injured woman, was pinned by him and couldn't move at all, her face was turning purple little by little, and her life was passing little by little. Separated by two broken walls, Cheng Xiaotian couldn't hear any sound, and he was still motionless.

In this way, in a dozen seconds, Norbulingka will be killed! Cheng Xiaotian may leave and continue to follow the footsteps.

Just then, a small thing appeared at the time it was supposed to be.

Under the sun, the insects warmed their bodies and dried their wings, and a wasp that had been dormant for a winter flew out of its nest in the ruins, and Tudor immediately attracted its attention with his bloody breath. It was hungry and a little cold, so it flew around Tudor and came to rest on his kernel.

Tudor felt itchy and unbearable, and involuntarily blew the wasp away with a heavy breath, and as soon as this breath was blown, Tudor's pupils suddenly dilated.

Worst!

Cheng Xiaotian, who was standing on the village road, tightened his body and held the flying sword.

The next moment!

"Bang la la" rocks flew, Cheng Xiaotian directly crashed through the two walls and rushed behind the broken wall. Tudor didn't look at anyone at all, and as soon as he threw away Norbulingka, grabbed his tomahawk and slashed sideways.

While!

Cheng Xiaotian raised his sword to block, but was smashed by this axe and flew out, crashing through a broken wall.

The sword light flashed again, and before the rocks settled, Cheng Xiaotian broke through the rocks and reflected them back, and a murderous face instantly appeared in front of Tudor.

Tudor didn't see him just now, but he saw this enemy clearly, how could he spare him if the new hatred and old hatred were counted together?!

"Son of a bitch!" When Tudor saw Cheng Xiaotian at first sight, he was also furious, his hands flipped over, the battle axe was raised to the top of his head, and he slashed down in the face of the sword light.

Cheng Xiaotian's figure stopped abruptly, stood in place and took half a step back, his eyes staring at Tudor for a moment, letting the edge of the tomahawk brush the tip of his nose.

"Come on!" As soon as Tudor's moves were used, Cheng Xiaotian rushed forward, chasing the retreating axe blade, and swept the backhand flying sword at Tudor's throat, which was completely a hand-to-hand combat posture.

As a rock fighter, Tudor had never met anyone who dared to fight him close to him, but Cheng Xiaotian was too fast, his axe had not been withdrawn, and the arrow had already reached his throat, causing a layer of goosebumps on his neck. Without thinking, Tudor raised his right foot and slammed it on the ground, and a clump of thunder "crackled" and spread out.

Bite!

After all, the sword failed to penetrate it, and Tudor lowered his head and chest, and actually clamped the blade of the sword with his chin! The arc under his feet had arrived, Cheng Xiaotian spun around and jumped up, his left hand supported Tudor's Tianling Gai, he made a front flip in the air, his right wrist was twisted, and the flying sword was twisted out hard, and Tudor's chin was immediately blurred with flesh and blood.

With Tudor's strength, he shouldn't have suffered this loss, but he was careless when he underestimated the enemy, and secondly, he was panicked like a lost dog, and he just wanted to flee for his life, how could he have fighting spirit? Seeing that he couldn't defeat his opponent, he took advantage of the gap that Cheng Xiaotian turned over his head and immediately intercepted it forward.

With a "boom", Tudor crashed through a row of walls, and his head did not look back. Cheng Xiaotian was about to catch up, when he suddenly saw a red-robed woman lying in the distance, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.