Chapter 5: Is He?! Sanctuary?!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

Many in the caravan were aware of the anomaly, but by the time they raised the alarm, danger was imminent.

This is a group of knights uniformly dressed in black cloaks, and the mounts under their crotches are all black unicorns, also known as nightmare horses, which are dark fifth-level demonic beasts, and very few will break through to level six or seven, extremely fast, extremely difficult to catch.

However, at this time, there is a thousand Nightmare Knights in front of him! These people wore black masks on their faces, and all of them exuded a cold and bloody aura, like demons from hell.

The entire caravan was silent in front of this terrible knight, and many people did not dare to make a sound, even those mercenaries who traveled from south to north felt unprecedented fear.

This is definitely an army of the Reaper who have killed countless people!

"Da Da Da ......"

The sound of low horses' hooves sounded, and a knight slowly rode forward, also wearing a black mask, and unlike the other knights, he wore a dark red cloak, and the nightmare horse on which he sat was taller, showing his status.

At the same time, the aura on his body is also more powerful, this is definitely a terrifying powerhouse!

"Your Highness, are you going to continue hiding?" A low, hoarse voice came from the mouth, chilling cold.

Her Highness? Who is Her Highness the Holy Maiden?

The people in the caravan were full of doubts, they didn't know any saints at all.

"Miss! Cannot! ”

In the crowd, a woman shrouded in a black cloak was about to come out, but was pulled by a half-centenarian next to her.

Although the woman was cloaked, her bewitching figure was still faintly visible, and she looked at the cavalry, gritting her teeth, her eyes full of hatred.

"Miss, you can't go out now, you will definitely die if you go out." The old man grabbed the woman's arm with a serious face.

"But if I don't go out, everyone here will die." The woman's eyes were resolute, she couldn't watch so many people die because of her. "And do you think they can find this place, and they won't know that I'm in this caravan?"

The woman stood out despite the obstacles, and the old man sighed, and could only follow behind her.

"Garo, are you really going to kill me?" The woman stared at the leader of the knights in the dark red cloak.

"Your Highness, I'm just going to take you back." The knight leader bowed his head slightly.

"Do you want to do this even though you know I'm going to die when I go back?" The woman's eyes were a little sad.

"It is our glory to give everything to the Lord of Darkness." The knight leader has one hand on his chest.

Finally, the woman gave up the struggle.

"You're going to kill me, it has nothing to do with these people, let them go." The woman looked at the caravan crowd, and a trace of guilt flashed in her eyes, after all, he was the one who brought this crisis.

"Impossible, everyone here today has to die!" The knight leader drew the long knife in his hand, and the bloody breath came to his face.

The caravan suddenly stirred, and fear began to spread, and one of the mercenaries tried to take advantage of the opportunity to escape, but was hacked to death by the knights around him.

At this moment-

"In the middle of the night, can you let people sleep well?" A lazy and casual voice sounded in the crowd, which seemed very abrupt.

Everyone turned their heads to look and saw only a carriage, from which the sound came from.

People thought of the young magician who joined the caravan during the day, and thought to themselves, could this kid be sleeping, when did he still want to sleep, could it be a fool?

"Big man, kill all the horsemen, noise!" The sound sounded again, and only then did people notice that there was a big man standing next to the carriage.

"Yes, master."

Rumble!

Tyrone, who is two and a half meters tall, carried a long stick in one hand and rushed directly into the Nightmare Legion.

The knight leader's eyes widened, and the powerful aura that rushed to his face made him unable to move, as if he had returned to his childhood to face the violent bear that had been released from the cage.

Tear and pull!

With just one collision, the knight leader and the nightmare that sat down with him were directly torn apart, and even the dozens of knights behind him were turned into flesh.

Boom! Boom! Boom! ……

Immediately after that, the long stick swept away, and another large number of corpses fell.

Less than ten breaths, thousands of Nightmare Legions, without exception, all fell in pools of blood.

Violent! Barbarous! Bloody!

When Tyrone returned to the carriage with the long stick, there was a dead silence in the audience.

Some people in the caravan guessed that this strong man was terrible, but they didn't expect it to be so terrifying.

What kind of strength is this?

Kill a thousand-man cavalry in a few breaths! And these knights are obviously not mediocre people, even if they are ninth-level peak powerhouses, they can't do it, is it the Holy Domain?

A bold guess pops up in the minds of many people.

How did they know that this was just the result of Tyrone's deliberate restraint, otherwise, with his god-level strength, if he wanted to kill a group of martial artists who didn't even reach the Holy Domain, where did he need such trouble, just stomp his feet.

After solving the matter of the Nightmare Legion, everyone in the caravan was relieved, but they obviously couldn't sleep, and the impact of the previous picture was too great for them.

There was no word all night, everyone looked at the carriage from time to time, and the tall figure was like a god guarding the mysterious young man, and everyone in the caravan felt very stable with him.

The woman who had been called Her Highness the Holy Maiden by the chief of the knights did not leave, and the old man beside her whispered something in her ear, and her eyes drifted to the carriage from time to time.

……

Early the next morning, the caravan continued on its way, and the events of last night did not seem to have had much of an impact.

However, the atmosphere in the team quietly changed, and most of them consciously approached the carriage, but kept a certain distance from the big man.

The young magician was found to have a good personality, was gentle to everyone, and occasionally drank and gossiped with everyone, but the big man was very difficult to approach.

A month later, the caravan entered the territory of the Magnolia Empire, and instead of staying in the carriage, Xinghe changed to a wildebeest, and the bearded leader pointed to the river in the distance to introduce Xinghe.

"Lord Xinghe, that's the Magnolia River."

Looking at the river hundreds of meters wide in the distance, although he had heard about it for a long time, Xinghe was still a little amazed.

"Sure enough, it is the first river in the mainland!"

The largest inland river in the entire Magnolia Continent is undoubtedly the Magnolia River, which enters from the North Sea, and the main road runs through the O'Brien Empire, the Magnolia Empire, the Luo Empire, and the Rhine Empire. Among them, some branch rivers of the Yulan River are densely spread in various areas of the four empires of the Yulan Continent.

At this time—

Someone suddenly noticed that there was a black dot in the sky that was approaching rapidly, and soon people could see the black dot clearly, it was actually a figure.

"Sacred Realm Powerhouse!"

Many people exclaimed, they had never seen the legendary Sacred Domain powerhouse in their lives, but only the Sacred Domain could fly in the sky, which was absolutely impossible to fake.

Of course, a seventh-level wind mage can also do it with the help of a seventh-level magic 'Flying Technique', but obviously no mage usually uses magic to rush away.

Xinghe also looked up and found that it was an old man in a fiery red robe, carrying a long sword behind him.

Sterd looked down on the caravan condescendingly, he had traced it all the way from the place where the Nightmare Legion had been destroyed, and it was certain that this caravan had something to do with the destruction of the Nightmare Legion, and the murderer must be here.

"Hand over Your Highness the Holy Maiden, and name the murderer of the Nightmare Legion, and I will spare you from death." Sterd opened his mouth indifferently, he was in a very bad mood, as the head of the Nightmare Legion, one of the legions was completely wiped out inexplicably, which was the biggest provocation to him.

Everyone in the caravan immediately set their eyes on Xinghe and Tyrone, and then almost everyone subconsciously distanced themselves from them.

Even the bearded leader, who had a good relationship with the galaxy during this time, retreated a little embarrassed.

Of course, Xinghe doesn't care about this, it's just human nature.

But—

At this time, the woman with the black cloak and the old man beside her walked behind the two of them, which surprised Xinghe a little.

"Master." Tyrone walked over to Xinghe and took the long stick off his back.

Xinghe shook his head slightly, he wanted to do it himself.

The system setting of this pit daddy must be killed by hand to drop shards!

The galaxy floated from the wildebeest's back, standing in the air, opposite Sted.

At this time, everyone in the audience widened their eyes and opened their mouths wide.

He is?! Sanctuary?!