The sound of horses' hooves echoed through the streets of Holier, and the sound of whips swinging wildly in the air was audible.

The humble carriage was jolting on the uneven road, and the wooden wheels were so noisy that the pedestrians on the road had heard it from afar, so they had already avoided it - they could see the carriage whizzing by, and they could even see the wheels dangling from the inside as it crossed some of the corners at too high angles...

Sally had never sat in such a fast carriage, her face was pale, her hands were tightly grasping the wooden frame of the carriage on her side, her eyes tried to scan the streets in front and behind, although she was apprehensive, but she did not show panic at this time, but just told Martin who was driving: "Take the nearest route, and keep following the road after leaving the West City Gate!"

"Yes, Miss!"

Martin may not be able to fight, but he is a veteran in driving. He didn't have to participate in today's event with the group of mercenaries, but yesterday Sally suddenly ordered him to prepare a carriage, so he appeared next to the square with the mercenaries today, and galloped away with the duke's daughter at this time.

At first, he didn't understand why, but when he saw the mercenaries who had been escorting him turn around a few minutes ago to intercept a group of knights who were chasing him, he understood what Sally meant... If you don't, those murderous enemies will surely hack Sally to death!

Although he escaped, Martin had his own worries, and he shouted loudly, trying to drown out the noise of the carriage: "The carriage on the road outside the city gate can't run fast!

This is something that Sally failed to consider, although she made many responses, but in the end, this decision was made on the spot, and some negligence could not be avoided, she frowned and replied, "Do you have a way?"

"There is a post station near the West City Gate, where there are our people, you can change horses there and continue to run!"

Martin's mind was not slow, and he quickly came up with a feasible plan, and Sally immediately made a decision, but she was still a little worried in her heart - because she knew that her riding skills were very poor, and even if she changed horses, she probably couldn't run as well as those well-trained mercenaries...

However, such emotions were quickly replaced by boundless anger in his heart.

The repeated assassination of Sally has led Sally to put the name "Francis" in the ranks of what should be "a thousand cuts": once at the border, once at the entrance of the convent, again in the square...

Who can endure living in fear like this?!

So she finally decided to go to the West Gate a few minutes ago - because Sally had only one thought in her mind: Francis had to die!

She could have accepted the rescue of the "Rosicrucius" and avoided the conflict, but that would have only resulted in another stalemate in the situation... But if Francis continues to "get away with it", she also understands that she will have no way to compete with the other party in the end!

So she had pinned all her hopes on Roddy at this time, and Sally now believed in this scout captain without reservation... And the next life of his own is equivalent to handing over to the other party.

The carriage galloped under Martin's skilful control, and after nearly ten minutes of wild running, the ten-meter-high West Gate finally appeared in front of Sally's eyes.

"This way!"

Martin brought the carriage to a screeching halt, and the slowdown almost caused Sally to fall straight down - with a flick of the whip in his hand, Martin ran straight to the roadside inn, and soon led the two horses to run. Sally didn't talk nonsense, and jumped out of the carriage with the corner of her robe, turned over and jumped on the horse's back in three steps and two steps, grabbed the reins and rushed forward in control.

Martin knew that Sally was not good at riding, and immediately ran ahead to "clear the way", shouting loudly for the pedestrians to get out of the way. But although they moved quickly, they were finally delayed for some time - they didn't run far before the sound of horses' hooves could be heard behind them...

Sally looked back, a group of cavalry had already turned the corner in the distance and rushed over, obviously the mercenaries she sent had not been able to completely stop Francis's footsteps, at this time, a rough count, there were twenty-four or five people chasing after - although it was not clear whether there was Francis among them, but obviously the comer was not good, and he had no chance of fighting hard.

She looked at the approaching West City Gate, and immediately a map of all the surrounding areas came to her mind - from the West City Gate, you will enter the "Cobb Forest" attached to the city within a thousand meters, and this forest is foggy all year round, if you don't follow the road, it is very easy to get lost, but if you follow the road, you must cross forty kilometers before you can get out of the forest and reach the town.

Sally knew she wasn't good at riding, and if she kept running, she would be caught up by her pursuers for a maximum of three kilometers - but she had no choice but to kick her horse's belly desperately and rush through the gates towards the dimly lit forest...

"Miss! You'll be caught up soon! Do you want to get off the road?"

Martin shouted in front of him, and his advice was the only one that was feasible at the moment: get off the road, make a few more turns in the complex forest, and maybe get rid of the mercenaries...

But Sally immediately shook her head and replied without hesitation: "Follow the road!"

The white hem of the robe rose in the strong wind blowing in front of him, and out of the city, the original slippery stone road was replaced by soft earth, and the speed of the war horse was slightly faster. The team chasing behind didn't immediately close the distance due to the fatigue of the horses, which proves that Sally can hold out for a while...

But only for a while.

Sally kept looking back at the pursuers, but the cold arrow that had killed the other party did not appear - in her thoughts, Roddy had no way to resist such a pursuer, except for the sneak attack of the hidden arrow, Sally couldn't think of any other way for Roddy to solve the problem at hand...

Although he is strong, he is only one person after all...

Thinking so, after running some distance, Sally looked back again, and found that the twenty-odd knights had gradually caught up.

Roddy he... It's going to happen...

The thoughts in her mind began to become a little uncertain, Sally and Martin had already ridden into the Cobb Forest in front of them, and as they continued along the path, she even imagined in her heart that Roddy had prepared enough traps to deal with those knights, but after running for a thousand meters, the pursuers behind her were not attacked at all, except for getting closer and closer!

"Miss, we're about to catch up... It's still too late to enter the forest, I'm going to go back and stop them!"

"No, keep running!"

Sally interrupted him—a little wavering in her heart, but her thoughts were simple: if you believe in Roddy, believe it to the end!

"It's really too late, now..."

Martin, the Savior's heart, manipulated the reins and turned a sharp bend along the road, but then the words he wanted to say suddenly stuck in his throat, Sally's gaze turned from behind, and then... I was also completely stunned by the scene in front of me.

On the road in front of them, a neat cavalry contingent seemed to be waiting here for a long time.

Tall military horses, glittering silver swords, neat armor... And the awe-inspiring momentum that definitely belongs to the elite knights...

What is this?!

Sally and Martin were completely stunned, allowing the horses to continue to run forward by inertia for dozens of meters before they remembered to tighten the reins, and when they stopped completely, their hearts were already in their throats - if these knights were the followers that Francis had arranged a long time ago, then I am afraid that they would really be doomed today!

She didn't think that these knights would be Roddy's subordinates, after all, Roddy's identity was there, he was just the captain of a border village!

Scout... Captain?

Sally's eyes widened, and she suddenly remembered something, she looked at the knight in charge, and suddenly felt that the other party seemed to be a little familiar.

Francis was very excited at this time.

Although the plan couldn't catch up with the change, and the people he sent out failed to kill Sally on the spot in the city square, but now this stupid sister will flee towards the west gate in a panic after she has died down.

Because he had gathered all the available manpower under his command in advance, he immediately organized a cavalry team of more than forty people to chase after him directly after leaving the square, and Sally was not a vegetarian, so he relied on those mercenaries to block the small half of the team - but Francis didn't care, he took the twenty-four men who rushed out to get rid of the entanglement, in order to kill Sally in the first place!

When he chased him all the way out of Hollier, Francis still had some scruples in his heart, because he was afraid that the knight of Titus would notice him—because every time he saw him, Francis always felt inexplicably... His father seemed to be standing behind the whole situation, silently looking down on everything.

Although he knew that his father was seriously ill and bedridden, he remembered some scenes when he was a child, but they were deeply imprinted in his mind...

Fourteen years ago, the family had a period of tension with several nearby lords, and even his father was seriously injured when he encountered an assassin in front of the mansion.

At that time, Francis thought that his father was afraid, but then he saw one knight after another rushing from the fiefdom to the city of Hollier, and when these knights led the retinues to form a force of more than a thousand people, the Duke of Angmar, who had recovered from his injuries, took them directly and leveled the territory of those lords without any nonsense.

I still remember the knights who walked through the gates in bloody armor when they returned from the battle, and the most powerful knights of Titus and Wellington walked beside his father, and their tall figures like the gods of war left an indelible impression on Francis - so much so that every time he saw these two knights, Francis would always think of his father sitting silently in front of the fireplace.

But now it seems that the father is impossible to appear... How could he be so ill that he could meddle in such a matter? As for the knight of Titus...

He scanned the surroundings in front of him, and there was no other figure in the wilderness.

"Hmph, let's see how long you can last!"

Francis clenched the wand in his hand, looked at Sally's back, and said viciously - but as the horse galloped, he didn't notice the fleeting black shadow in the forest behind him...